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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 6:16 pm
 Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorThe Cuban hushed his friend. Not wanting Franny to hear the comment of her being mean "Shh! I don't want her to leave. Do you want to have the party of the century? if hermana found out we got a ghost for our party, she'd go crazy with jealousy." That, and it was cool having a ghost. "Get the hankerchiefs, Ruti, it's time to smash some pinatas!"{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 6:42 pm
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ Rutilio still wasn't too thrilled about having the mean ghost around, but a good party host was kind to all his guests. He had to admit that having a ghost around would be a good story to tell Mexico later. The state's expression brightened at the thought of her face green with envy.
"Si~! She will want to come to all of our parties from now on!" Florida said cheerfully. "We'll be known as the best party throwers!" He saluted his hermano across the gulf before hurrying off to get the handkerchiefs and something to bust the pinatas open once they were ready to hang them. He shuffled through his room which was still partially covered in confetti and other Disney merchandise before stumbling out with a few supplies. These with Universal Studios logos on them. It seemed like most of the obscure items he had were somehow affiliated with one of his tourism sites. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 10:45 pm
 RomeroxValentín
 República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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“No thanks to you, Rutilio!” Romero called back, grinning to show he didn’t really mean it. His eyes widened, however, when he heard Juan’s eagerness to smash the piñatas. “Hold your horses, Juan! They’re not ready yet!” he cried. “Juliana hasn’t quite finished the jello booze yet!” She had mixed a lot of jello, but it wasn’t enough… Or was it? They did, after all, have candy available to fill the toys with, and he doubted Juan wanted to wait very long for his smashing fun. The Venezuelan exited the kitchen, since it seemed that Juliana was too focused on her culinary techniques than on conversation, and brought the American effigy and some candy with him, leaving the horse in the kitchen. “Here, you can fill Alfred up and then smash him up to your heart’s content. The horse needs to wait, though; Juliana’s jello will go in there,” he told the three men.
At last, he noticed the ghost, who had made herself visible to complain to Cuba and Ruti for being so difficult to scare. From what he had overheard, her name was Franny… right? “Hola, Franny!” he greeted her, erring on the safe and polite side in case her recent failure rankled heavily in her mind. “I’m Romero, from Venezuela. Are you staying long enough to watch the piñata-smashing?”
Romero himself was definitely going to partake in the destruction of the American hero’s effigy. The arrogant nation did deserve it, after all. There was no way he was going to let Juan and Ruti have all the fun, and Juliana didn’t seem to want to talk to him, either.
 Out of Caracas: Pork, find all info you need for Romero here. || Where is Dragon? I'm not breaking out the second pinata until she responds. || Both pinatas are vividly colored thanks to Ruti's colorful Disney paper (mentioned in a prior post), although Alfred actually does kinda resemble the actual Al.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:52 pm
𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬  With an aloof grin and pinkened cheeks, the Brazilian bombshell continued to prepare the jello shots for everyone, especially since it seemed that the group of people who were here for the party were all waiting on her to finish her cooking. Quickly, she poured in the rest of the contents of each bottle into a separate bowl, mixing that with a different colored dye; tequila having green, rum having red, and vodka having blue, before she mixed them all up and poured the new jello liquid into the molds that they would need to be cooked in. In the meantime of them cooking, Juliana had quickly walked over to a few cabinets, fishing out a glass out of one of them, before she filled it up with water from the sink and drank about half of it quickly. Placing the glass back in the sink to be used later, the Brazilian then wiped her hands on her apron before she noticed the timer had gone off. Taking oven mitts and slipping them over her hands, she then took the three separate trays of jello shots and allowed them to cool for a moment. Now, she took hold of the packaging of plastic eggs that they would be using as the jello shot containers and opened them briskly with her perfectly manicured fingers. When the jello was done cooling off and had now formed into its more solid form, Juliana made quick work of placing each shot into its color coordinated egg, although she still had other colors left over. But quickly, she just decided to make them "wild card" shots, not telling anyone what alcohol was hidden behind each colored egg shell.
When Romero tapped her on the shoulder, however, a light gasp emitted from the blonde's plump lips for she hadn't expected such a light touch upon her shoulder. "Obrigado, I mean, thank you Romero~" She then exclaimed, turning her body enough so that she could face him fully, her hands still hidden behind the oven mitts as she placed her hands firmly on his shoulders. But looking to the side of his head, Juliana found herself face to ghostly face with Franny, the ghost that was in the room. With her intoxicated state, she quickly latched onto Romero, holding onto him tightly before she flipped him around so that she was squished against his back. He was a fierce fighter right? So that means he could protect her from one of Satan's unholy army right? "Monstro! Demônio! Diabo! Matá-lo Romero!" She cried in Portuguese quickly, not really one to deal with the supernatural or the paranormal. It was a fear that she had to deal with since she was a child, since Boss Portugal would tell her natives such horrible stories of ghost ships ladened with pirates and... well, she never quite grew out of it.
[Out.Of.Rio: emotion_drool Ughh, I'm alive! ...And I'm too lazy to read over all of the pages I missed, sorry, but still sick.]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 5:52 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorWow, imagine. Being known as the best party throwers in the world. That sounded great. "All right, everybody! We got our pinatas ready fro smashing. now, who wants to go first?"{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 6:23 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero found it surprising that Juan didn’t want to take the first swing at his capitalist enemy’s colorful effigy. If he wasn’t going to, the Venezuelan was certainly game. But before he could claim his place as first in the effigy-smashing line, Juliana, who had thanked him brightly for the compliment, caught sight of the ghost that had invaded the party shortly after she had left for the kitchen. Her eyes widened into giant goose eggs of horror. “Monstro! Diablo! Mátalo, Romero!” she screamed, crushing herself against his chest in fright.
Romero reddened, and he was glad that he was not currently facing everyone else. Juan would have a field day if he saw him blushing so furiously at being crushed against a girl’s front. Perversely, he thought that the Brazilian felt rather soft from this close…
Too quickly, it seemed, Juliana realized that her impromptu bodyguard could not defend her if he was facing away from his target, and she flipped him around so that her… assets… were crushed against his back instead. The Venezuelan hastily clamped down on his emotions, hoping that the mental action drained the excess blood from his face as quickly. He bet that someone else had seen his blush already, though… He didn’t entirely want to punch Franny, even if doing so would win him a kiss from the beautiful blonde currently pressed up against his spine. He had just said hi to her, after all! But the ghost was perfectly positioned in front of the Alfred piñata, which Juan had graciously hung up for him. Juan had already relinquished his ability to smash the American effigy first, so Romero decided to exploit the Cuban’s role as host. “I’ll go!” he exclaimed. Accepting the long staff proffered him by his hermano, Romero stepped closer to the piñata—no easy task with a girl clinging to his back and restricting his stride—and swung, making sure the bat passed through Franny as he did to satisfy Juliana.
The bat crashed into Alred’s face with a resounding crack, but still it held. The Venezuelan was impressed—Juan’s glue was tougher than he’d initially thought. He longed to swing at the irritating capitalist again, but that would be unfair, so he turned around—still impeded by the frightened girl behind him—and held up the staff. “Who’s next?” he called.
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Out of Caracas: I hope Franny doesn't realize the swing was purposely aimed through her. || Will that satisfy Juliana? I don't think Franny'll leave too soon. || Let's everyone take a shot before Juan does, and his will break open Alred?
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:42 am
Franny A free spirt that stays with Conneticut for some reason... ________________________________________ Franny looked at the girl who was screaming, she didn't know what language she was speaking, but it sounded similar to Italian. Might as well try that to calm her down a bit. But her Italian wad not very good since Connecticut had taught her. And he wasn't a very good teacher, and Franny wasn’t a very good student. "Ora Umm Io sono una brava persona morta ugh yeah...i think i said that right" she staid. Right before the guy picked up a bat and swung it at her. Franny unaware of the "Alfred" behind her thought he was attacking her. "H-hey!" she said darting away as the bat went through her. "i may be dead but I have feelings!" she yelled at Romero. "That was quite rude..." No ummm I'm a good dead person---Ora Umm Io sono una brava persona morta
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:48 am
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorJuan was glad Romero couldn't break the Alfred pinata. Now was his chance to show that American b*****d who was the best. he grabs the bat from his Venezuelan brother and takes a swing, without wrapping the hankerchief over his eyes. One strong swing wasn't enough to break him "What the hell? Man, that's some strong glue...." Damn, so much for seeing his candy brain spill.{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 12:18 pm
Armelle of the Forest The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ Rutilio, of course, was the one who caught the blush on Romero's face and grinned his mischievous little Floridian grin as he gave the nation another thumbs up. 'Good going!' he mouthed at Venezuela while Juliana was too busy hiding from the ghost to notice.
While Florida had been perfectly fine with them making the pinatas and knew what would happen to the Alfred effigy it still caused him to flinch a little when he saw his nation getting smacked in the face by his former Spanish family. Ok, so America had done more than a few really, really stupid things and they had every right to be mad at him, but once you got to know the guy for the well meaning idiot he was Alfred wasn't all that bad. He was just too naive and had grown up too fast after World War Two had shoved the former isolationist into a major leadership position. In some ways Rutilio felt a little sorry for his country although he could remember his own deep resentment all too well from when he was first abducted into the American Union and during the years surrounding the Civil War. He knew what it was like to honestly and truly hate Alfred a little too well...
But that had been a long time ago and now Florida had grown content and comfortable within his home. The former Confederate hung back and made no move to take the bat. Perhaps he wasn't the poster child American boy, but he was still very much an American now. "T-That's ok... Brazil, would you like to go instead?" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 12:46 pm
𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ As Romero tugged her forward, Juliana a continued to wail like a child who just had her favorite doll taken away from her. Her right cheek was squished against his shoulder blade while her coastline continued to be mildly attached to the senior's spine. Her head shook back and forth as her grip tightened on his waist, her perfectly manicured fingertips digging themselves into his shirt, wanting to make sure she didn't claw at him on accident. But as he shouted a response and she felt what she figured to be a swinging motion, the Brazilian lifted her head from his back, now peeping over his shoulder as she noticed the womanly spirit yelling at Romero for his sudden attack. Although Franny wasn't exactly defeated, Juliana found Romero's actions brave and chivalrous to say the least. "Romero! Meu herói forte!" The buxom blonde then exclaimed as her grip upon the Venezuelan was quickly loosened as she removed herself from behind him, now standing to his side. The emerald eyes of the Brazilian glistened as she stared up at her new hero like a fangirl would for her favorite musical entertainer.
Lifting herself up to her tippy toes, Juliana wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her with a drunken grin. The pinkish hue hadn't left her cheeks as her gaze never waivered from his own. In this moment, she actually took notice of how exceedingly handsome her northern neighbor was. Well, she had always known him to be a gifted fighter as well as a good friend, but maybe now it was just the tequila goggles talking, but she could have sworn her heart skipped a beat when she saw his face once more. Leaning forward, the lips of the luscious blonde began to pucker, before she was suddenly stalled by her Floridian friend. Her grip on Romero loosened before her hands fell from his neck and were now clasped together before her chest. "Sim! Sim! Minha vez ~!" Juliana cried, indicating that it was her turn to go up to the pinata and take a crack out of it. Although it was technically a part of her culture, breakign pinatas were always fun to do when she would visit her Spanish neighbors during their lively celebrations. Well, they weren't as special as Carnival, but they were still entertaining!
"Oh!" The Brazilian then exclaimed as she moved closer to Cuba, removing the bat from his hand with a light tug followed by a sheepish grin. Holding the bat in her hands as she stared up at the pinata of Alfred's head, her head tilted a little bit to the left as her bottom lip was then bitten as if deep in thought. "Oi, could someone tie the blindfold on me? I want to do this right~!" She then exclaimed as she looked from one Spanish country to the next, her cheerful smile never waivering, not for a moment.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 1:05 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorAs the Brazilian took her turn, the Cuban sat down and looked ashamed that he couldn't smash America's face in. Just like in real life, he's unable to defeat him. Why must life make him look like an idiot?{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 3:45 pm
Franny A free spirt that stays with Conneticut for some reason... ________________________________________ Franny finally got a glimpse at the thing the people were hitting. It was an Alfred piñata. "Hey, Why would you want to smash America open?" she said floating over to the Cuban directing the question at him. She was still a bit upset at Romero for swinging a baseball bat at her, but she also a bit upset at the Alfred Piñata. "I'm a American so i do feel a bit odd watching you all hit my Country. " The Ghost couldn't image what Conne would do if he saw this. Most likely feint or something.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 3:48 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero snickered at Juan's face, for the Cuban did a wonderful job of conveying his embarrassed anger at being unable to smash his enemy's/rival's head in. He cut it short, though, not only because the Cuban had overheard it and was now glaring at him, but also because the ghost he had just cleaved in half was now screaming at him. He grinned apologetically at both. "Damn, Juan; you got some glue in that storage cabinet of yours," he mused. "I wonder how long it will take to smash his head in...?" To the indignant Franny, Romero indicated the pinata behind her that had made her such an accidentally perfect target. "No hard feelings, Franny, but you might want to move."
There was no way he was going to mention the real reason why he had swung at her in what was probably a very violating way. Romero wanted that reason to stay secret. But, as he had feared, someone had caught him blushing from Juliana's embrace. He glared at the state, but the effect was quite ruined by the hearts dancing in his adventurine eyes. Before he could say anything, however, Juliana, after peeking over his shoulder to make sure the ghost was safely 'debilitated', detached from his waist. Seizing the startled Venezuelan's face, meeting his gaze with her own infatuated one, she stood a little higher and leaned in for a kiss. Though surprised, he was not one to turn down such a beautiful opportunity when he saw it. Time stretched out as Romero likewise leaned in. They were now close enough that they could feel each other's breath caressing them...
Right then, Rutilio spoke, ruining the romantic moment by inviting Brazil to take her swing at the Alfred pinata.The two broke up quickly as Juliana accepted both the invitation and the bat. Romero's infuriated glare turned into a grin as, quite predictably, Rutilio refrained from smacking his older brother. Obviously, it was due to the blood relation they shared, but Romero couldn't resist teasing him his recalcitrance. It was only fair--after all, Ruti's interruption had just cost him a kiss. "Coward!" he mouthed back. Again, the effect was ruined, this time by his newly reddened face. He had been so close--!
As Cuba stormed off, undoubtedly angry at himself for failing to deliver the finishing blow, Juliana, adhering to tradition, asked loudly if someone would put the blindfold over her eyes. Romero didn't hesitate. He picked up the hadkerchief, which neither he nor his Cuban hermano had used, from the table and tied it over the Brazilian's eyes, performing the action from behind to hide that he was the one doing it. But in the end, he couldn't resist giving her a very poignant clue. "Adivinha quem é?" he whispered to her in a Portuguese dialect he had heard while visiting his southern lands.
Out of Caracas: Adivinha quem e? = Guess who (I am)?
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 4:22 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorThe ghost hovering by him was starting to annoy him. Can't she see he was upset? If she didn't like it, why was she here? "No one's forcing you to stay if you don't want to watch. Why don't you go bother my brother, Argentina? I'm sure he'd scream in terror if he sees you."{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 4:50 pm
Franny A free spirt that stays with Conneticut for some reason... ________________________________________ Franny crossed her arms over he chest. "Well you wanted me to stay...no need to get all pissy just because you couldn’t knock Alfred's brains out." she rolled her eyes. "and if you really want me to go put your brother into a fear coma fine with me, but before I go I want grab some candy from the Piñata for Connecticut before I go...." she said. "So some one better break it open, before I deiced to explode Alfred’s brain Candy"
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