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 Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 3:34 pm
 Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
The Musical SophomoreKartlos watched Landon's reaction from underwater as he swam away, bubbles rising to the surface above him as he laughed. Landon had caught him off guard pretty well, but now Kartlos had gotten him back. He grinned underwater, then started following Landon- at a safe distance so that he hopefully wouldn't be noticed- so that he could watch the action. Landon seemed to be catching up on Johnny- granted it was quite slowly, as Alabama was stronger than Georgia had expected- but he was still beginning to catch up.
[Out.Of.Songs: // ]
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 3:48 pm
★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★
Upon the eighth or ninth stroke, Landon frowned, realizing that if he didn’t speed up, Johnny was going to get away. Pausing in the middle of a stroke to curl up near the surface of the water, the Californian willed a patch of water just behind his feet to freeze. He then exploded off of his instant ice into the faster freestyle as the magicked solid dissipated back into its watery form, closing the distance between him and Alabama dramatically. When the Southerner surfaced for air a second time, Landon was on him, practically headbutting his brother and tackling him underwater with the leftover momentum of his swim. Bubbles spilled out of both of their mouths; Landon was laughing and it was possible Johnny was too—although he was just as likely gasping with surprise from the forceful tag.
Surfacing and hauling the taller state up with him, Landon grinned. “You’re it!” he exclaimed, before unceremoniously shoving himself away from Alabama and backstroking away. When a reasonable distance separated the two states, Landon flipped over and switched back to freestyle, missing Karlos, who was more or less below the state's bubbles when he flipped.
★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★  ||~You wish You were the Golden State~|| Out of San Francisco:
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 4:12 pm
 ~The Yellow Hammer State~ "Johnny Kane"
Johnny was laughing his butt of when he was tackled into the water, and wrestled with Cali for a bit.When the westerner swam away, he immediately tackled the passing Kartlos, and grabbed him by the wrists.Under the water, he mouthed the words Gotcha! You're it! and let him go and swam away, chasing after Landon.
Southern Sass To The King's English
Out of fried foods~: ~The Southern Gentleman Freshman~
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 7:38 pm
 George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from  Georgia felt himself get picked up and scooped into a hug by his older brother and blushed with a slight indignant look on his face that matched England's. However, he was still smiling, so it seemed Georgia didn't mind his brother's embarrassing display of affection. Once his feet were back on the ground, he watched as Alabama went off to go play with California and that European Georgia. However, he stopped for a moment before calling after his brother, "Hey! Wait! Don't call me Chrissy! That's a girl's name!"
He crossed his arms and pouted for a few seconds before he turned and his attention was once more back on Patricia. He gently took her hand and lead the way over to the radio playing Katy Perry. He released Other World Kingdom's hand and fiddled with the radio before he found a familiar voice he hadn't heard in a while. Oh, Jimmy Buffet. Now this was more in style with a beach party. No disrespect to Miss Perry. As the song Brown Eyed Girl, Georgia smiled as he turned and held his hand out for Patricia to take once more with that warm, cheerful, and charming plastered happily on his face. "Shall we, Miss Patricia?"
As Patricia took his hand, he gave her a careful spin before carefully placing a hand on her hip, making sure not to do anything that would make it come off as him trying to feel her up or disrespect her in any way. As he lead, he did so in a way so that it wouldn't seem as though he were leading her since he could tell she was the kind of woman who enjoyed having some form of control and would undoubtedly get angry if it seemed like she had lost any of that. As they danced, Christian closed his eyes and sang along to the music, his hips swaying as they danced together.
Once the song finished, Christian lowered his hand from the micronation's waistline and smiled happily to her, his head tilted slightly. "Was that any better than sitting around and watching everyone else have a good time?"
Out Of Coke :: Just a reminder, this is what Georgia sounds like when he's singing. There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 9:02 pm
Alfred F. Jones
Hero
*best junior ever* Al stood and stretched his arms.
"Well I have some stuff to do. So I'm gona go now."
He told the Brit slipping his shirt back on. After some swimming there wasn't much to do, at least not now that he was older. Thow he had been tempted to play in the sand and build a castle. He just wasn't feeling it today. It could be because he wasn't sure how to handle his new relationship. The faster he got this out of the way the better.
"Laters!"
He waved at anyone that would notice, not as thow he had talked to any of his ststes much that day. They all seemed preoccupied.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 10:23 pm
República Del Perú
y Pachacuti
Pedro stepped onto the beach along with Pachacuti the llama who followed him who seemed to be prancing happily. Pedro had a foldable chair in his arm and an umbrella in the other while Pachacuti had a towel on his back and a pack of Inca Cola in his mouth. When Pedro and Pachacuti were close to the others, Pachacuti kicked the towel off of him and laid on the messily set up towel, dropping the Inca Cola pack in one swift motion. "¡Dios Mio!" Pachacuti said looking at Pedro. Pedro did not bother to change into suitable beach attire and was still wearing his normal clothes. Pancho and all. "You are going to boil yourself in that amigo!" Pachacuti said handing him a bottle of Inca Cola with his teeth. Pedro picked it up and wiped the part his mouth touched with his pancho. The bottle was still cold even from the trip. "You know I hate going in the water! Besides, I haven't even taken a nap today." Pedro set up the umbrella and the chair and proceeded to make himself comfortable, closing his eyes. Pachacuti got up and trotted away. "Whatever weirdo I'm going in the water." Pachacuti managed to get his sunglasses off of his head and the llama dashed into the water, not paying any attention to the others around him as Pedro proceeded to take his nap.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 12:21 am
 There are 3 rules in this school
1. Don't run in halls
2. Get along with everyone
3. Survival of the fittest Arthur Kirkland
Student Vice President
Member of the Disciplinary Committee
The Junior Gentlemanhe kept to himself. In truth he thought about wading at least but was much too content on the shore by the refreshments and music. "Oh... alright." Arthur didn't know what it was Alfred needed to do but perhaps he should be going as well? (Out of Tea: wrapping things up here. Sorry GamerSurfer and Little Miss English, day switch is soon. )
British >> American:  I have rules in my territories: *Follow my orders *Call me -sama *Don't complain about my food
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 6:20 am
 The Other World Kingdom ♀ Patricia Novak
Patricia nodded to Christian, and hesitantly took his hand as an unfamiliar song came on the radio. As she put her other arm on his shoulder she carefully adjusted the collar in her hand so that he wouldn’t notice it there. She had to admit, she didn’t really mind dancing with him, and he had a nice voice. She liked that. Yes, he would most certainly make a wonderful addition to her new family of slaves. She smiled, a genuine smile, after the dance. ”Well yes, I must admit, that wasn’t so bad” She said honestly. ”But I must say...” She paused, then quickly, not giving him time to react to stop her, she slipped the collar around his neck. ”When it comes to me, you probably should believe everything you hear.” She grinned mischievously. She ran away from the beach, wanting to get back to her dorm soon, and hopefully see one of her other slaves there, and waved the Christian. ”See ya around, slave!” she shouted as she ran, blowing him a little kiss, before turning around so she could run faster to get back to her dorm.
[Out.Of.Slaves: // ]
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 2:24 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ Once her back cracked in a few places, Juliana let out a sigh of relief as she lowered her arms from above her head to her sides, tucking her thumbs into the string of her bikini. "Oh, I see then. We'll I'm glad everyone turned up okay," She had begun as she tilted her chin downwards at the state, so she could get a better look at him. But as soon as she made eye contact with him, she saw the redness of his cheeks and how his demeanor immediately shied away from her. Oh, he's still so innocent, how cute~! She thought to herself as she chuckled softly, flashing him a bright smile before she heard both his name and her name being called.
Turning to face the approacher, her foot buried a few inches into the sand with her knee bent as she continued this modelesque pose of hers. Blinking her emerald orbs, she quickly found that it was Romero who had returned after doing who-knows-what with Luis not that long ago. "Good day Romero~" She told him as she lifted one hand to wave at him, the other still tucked underneath her bikini bottom's string tying it all together. But her attention returned to Tennessee once more when he stated that he wasn't feeling so well and he excused himself to answer a call he was recieving from somebody, perhaps his boss. She nibbled at her bottom lip for a moment, wondering if she should offer him a ride to the nurse or something so he could get that checked out, but Romero speaking to her once more caught her by surprise as she spun around on the ball of her foot, her golden flurry of curls bounding around her before falling into place behind her shoulders.
When he apologized to her, she closed her eyes and waved the apology away, not really caring for it much since she had only gotten mad previously because it seemed like the two had been ditching her lately. But she made her own fun out of it, so who was she to complain? But wait, what? "O que? De maneira nenhuma!" She then exclaimed as her smile widened, her interest now peaked. But finding that her neighbor did not want to go into details about what happened since he had just changed the subject, Juliana sighed softly before she chuckled to herself, running a hand through her long, golden curls. "Ah, nothing much. Just have been enjoying myself today," She told him with a smirk, a mischevious sparkle in her eye now. "But now that you finally came, I can enjoy it even more~" She stepped forward and placed her hands firmly on his shoulders as she stared up at him, winking quickly as she pressed herself to him.
[ Out.Of.Rio: ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 2:52 pm
 ⊰ A n i c a ♦ P o p e s c u ⊱The Joker of the European Deck
2nd Beach Outfit
Swimsuit
"You all are lucky to live near something so majestic and grand." Anica stated as he moved his legs as he sat up, repositioning himself as he slipped his novel away and checked the time on his phone. It was starting to get late and he could see that with how the sun was slowly beginning to set into the ocean. It was a beautiful sight, romantic even, but he wasn't really one to focus on the beauty of nature. Well, unless it was about his forests and mountain ranges back home, those he could never get tired of. "I'm not a coastal nation, the closest thing I have in my homeland is a few lakes that form when the snow on my mountains melt in the summer." He mused as he flicked his crimson orbs from the setting sun, to his date for the evening.
Smiling lightly, he shook his head as he retrieved his top hat and placed it at an angle atop of his head once more. "Don't worry Miss Charlotte, you brought me here as your date," He chuckled to her softly as he lowered his hands to his lap, since his legs were still technically crossed at this point. "So it would be rude of me to even think of being somewhere else. And besides, I'm enjoying myself so it's not a problem at all."
[Out.Of.Transylvania:]
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 3:19 pm
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromChristian smiled until he felt something clamp around his neck and watched as Patricia ran off calling him "slave". Slave? Huh? He lifted his hand calmly to his neck and felt the material strapped firmly around his long and slender throat. A collar, huh? Boy... He sure knew how to pick 'em, didn't he? He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. Why did it seem he always attracted the crazy ones...?
He pulled his cell phone out from the front of his wet suit where it had been tucked against his chest this whole time and pulled up Google on his phone. Now, what was her name? Other World Kingdom? The first thing he found was the Wiki page. So slaves were males, huh? Hmm... He went back and found the website for the Other World Kingdom. After chuckling at the front page warning about minors and "dominate male types" not being allowed to continue, he went right on ahead and--
His eyes went wide and his face turned bright red. He quickly exited out of the page and nearly dropped his phone in surprise at what he had just found. After a moment to calm down from his accidental and frightening discovery (boy, no wonder that Patricia girl also said people who accidently found the website through web surfing shouldn't continue on), Georgia slipped his phone back into his wet suit and looked up in thought. So, this was the kind of game this Patricia was playing. Well, that's fine. He could find a way to counter her....
And a smirk spread across his face as he came up with just the counter attack to get her to free him.
He looked and saw England about to leave and happily walked over to the Brit. He tapped on his father's shoulder and smiled happily and innocently to England, not even paying mind to the collar snapped around his neck. "Hey! England! I have a favor to ask of you! Meet me on the roof top of the school first thing tomorrow morning before classes. Bring your wand and an open mind. Just me-- you'll need it once you hear my request. See you tomorrow~!" He tilted his head to the side and chuckled before he turned and walked off in the direction of Florida's sleeping figure.
He knelt down to the sleeping Spaniard's level and planted a soft kiss on his boyfriend's cheek before he headed off to Florida's dorm-- where all of Georgia's stuff was. He planned to spend one more night in the Floridian's dorm since he knew if he took his stuff to his dorm, then there was a chance that Tennessee would see what it was that Georgia had planned and be scarred (more than he already was) for life....
But, well, it seemed Florida just might get his wish of seeing Georgia in a school girl outfit after all...
Out Of Coke :: Whoops! Seems I barely missed the school change. Oh well~! Well, I'm still willing to go through with what I wanted to do if you are, Random~! XD There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 4:44 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero nodded as Juliana explained that she had been enjoying herself today. She never did seem like one to stew in negativity, so he needn’t have worried. As he had expected, Brazil’s attention instantly peaked when he mentioned that Argentina had not been hallucinating. Her attention almost made him want to tell her more, but he could not, at least not until he figured out a way to tell her without dragging in any more fantastical creatures than were strictly necessary. Even Venezuela, who had just lived that adventure, could hardly believe that he had squared off against a mythological beast and not multiple swordsmen instead.
“Qué bien!” Romero replied distractedly when Juliana concluded, cutting off his words in a sharp intake of breath when she planted her hands firmly on his shoulders and then stepped into him. Her proclamation that hours presence made her day so much better was surprising, to say the least. The surprise of her physical approach deprived him of words for a moment, but when he saw her wink st him, they returned. “Hay nada major que regresar a ti, Juliana da Silva,” he told her, smiling finding that the words actually held some worth. After a crazy morning and afternoon of rescuing goddesses and slaying chimeras—all concluded with a headache from the devout fervor with which his people reelected Chavez just minutes ago--talking to Brazil was the one normal thing he had done all day. Romero reached forward and, curling his fingers gently around Juliana’s waist, pulled her just a little closer to him, making sure to support her weight more with his left arm than his aching right.
They stood that way in an embrace for a few moments before the song on the radio changed into something considerably more peaceful than the peppy American music that Venezuela had been greeted by. He found himself beginning to sway along to the beat, causing Brazil to sway as well, and they began dancing right there on the sandy beach shores. As they danced, Romero lowered his nose into Juliana’s golden hair, inhaling the mingled aromas of sweet cinnamon and rainforest imbued in it. The refreshing aura of the latter, almost as much as the brief swim he had taken before confronting her and Tennessee, helped relax much of the tension of the fight away.
He had no idea how long they stood there on the beach dancing, but when they parted, Romero found that the sky was much darker than it had been when he first returned to the waterfront. With a start, he remembered that there was school tomorrow. Díos; had he and Luis really spent that much time fighting the chimera in the cave? How could this weekend have flown by so quickly? All he had done was check up on Elpis, wage war, and come here… No wonder he had ached considerably after defeating the chimera! It seemed like ages ago that he had met that pale little goddess, and still he had no idea where she came from.
The Venezuelan released Brazil’s waist and backed up a little bit before turning to pick up his towel, which had had absorbed enough heat over time to dry out completely. Seeing that Juliana had brought far more than his single extra piece of cloth, Romero advanced and bent to help her pick up her extra food. The sight of so much sumptuous food made him very hungry, especially since he had forgotten all about lunch and dinner what with Elpis and the monsters running about, and he couldn’t help but sneak a piece or four of Juliana’s tequila chicken. Venezuela probably did not do too good of a job hiding his pilfering, as he could not stuff the seared poultry into his mouth fast enough, but he easily rationalized it as less for Brazil to carry back to her dorm. To cover his butt in case this wasn’t true, Romero complimented Juliana her cooking. “Qué sabroso, Juliana! I’ve never eaten anything so wonderful!” he exclaimed, giving her an awkward thumbs-up with the hand attached to the arm supporting some of her food. “Too bad the day is already over; otherwise, I would invite you to another cook-off!” He had missed his Portuguese neighbor the last time he and the other nations had waged a culinary war of sorts in his dorm.
“Necesitas ayuda devolverlas al dorm?” Romero asked Juliana as they walked, already heading for her car first since he expected she would say no to his question. Instead, he helped put what he had picked up of her food securely into the trunk of her blue Citroën DS3 Brasil and then followed her to the driver’s seat.
“Fue un placer hablar contigo, como siempre,” he said, leaning slightly and resting an elbow on her door. “I’ll see you in school tomorrow, then! Hasta mañana!” Lifting his other hand in farewell, Romero pushed himself off of Juliana’s door and watched as she drove off before starting back to his own red-striped, blue SEAT Ibiza. He was already late in returning to Luis and Elpis, so the Atlantic Spaniard gunned his engine as soon as he left the parking lot and zoomed back to his dorm to take care of them both.
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: Random factoid: Venezuela's national tree, araguaney, is the tree that produces Brazil's national flower, the ipe-amarelo. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tabebuia_chrysantha || Super long post because the next day apparently started. PM if you want something here edited. [[que bien = how wonderful / hay nada... = there's nothing better than returning to you / que sabroso = how tasty / necesitas ayuda = do you need help bringing these (back) to your dorm / fue un placer... = it was a pleasure talking to you, as always / hasta manana = until (the) morning]]
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 5:15 pm
República Del Perú
y Pachacuti
After Pachacuti had splashed around enough in the water, he dashed back out and ran over to where Pedro was taking his nap. "Amigo! Wake up!" The llama said shaking his coat, splashing water onto Pedro who was so peacefully sleeping. Pedro's readjusted himself and groaned as his sleep was disturbed bu the llama was persistent and tugged at his pancho. "Wake up! I want to go home!" Pedro knew he was not going to win this and got up, stretching and rubbing his eyes after wards. The llama strut about victoriously around Pedro as he waited for him to snap back into reality. "You hijo de puta..." Pedro said yawning at the same time. He looked around and saw that people were beginning to leave and that it was getting late. "Oh crap!" Pedro said frantically packing his stuff away as Pachacuti laughed at him. "You looked so peaceful and I didn't want to wake up before!" Pachacuti joked helping him pack. Pedro just grumbled something inaudible as he grabbed the last of his stuff. At this point he managed to calm down a bit and was more calm again. "Come on let's go back to the dorm." Pachacuti simply smiled and trotted happily behind Perdo, putting his sunglasses back on.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 5:44 pm
★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★
When he was certain he had lost sight of Kartlos and Johnny, Landon backtracked his way to shore, hauling himself out of the water and making for his belongings. All the while he kept a sharp eye on Christian and Patricia. Even if the Southerner refused to heed his warning, California knew all too well what was coming because he had seen it happen to Alabama and narrowly avoided it himself…
After picking up his surfboard, Landon turned to not at all surreptitiously watch his brother dance with the slaver, arms folded, frowning. She had to be getting antsy; she must be about ready to spring her trap…
The Californian was not disappointed. Patricia quickly sprang forward and hugged Christian’s neck, letting go and bounding backwards to reveal a leather collar where bare flesh had just been moments ago. More surprising to Landon was the calm way the Southerner took it. Had he been waylaid before? Come to think of it, hadn’t Rutilio mentioned something like that a long time ago? Landon watched in self-righteous and angry silence as his brother withdrew his phone and checked something undoubtedly related to the Other World Kingdom, flaming red at something the little screen gave him. Well after Patricia had left, Georgia then approached England and hung around long enough for Landon to know they were exchanging a dialogue. When Christian returned to Rutilio and kissed his sleeping form on the cheek, as if nothing had happened at all, it was the Westerner’s turn to flame red, although his blush was largely confined to his cheeks. He turned resolutely away until enough time had passed for Christian to finish and then walked back to the parking lot, making sure he passed by Peaches on his way home.
“Next time, take my warnings a little more seriously, hear?” he stated more than asked. “She came over for breakfast this morning and said much the same thing to me.” Frowning at Christian’s significant new accessory, Landon continued on to his dorm to snatch whatever sleep he could.
★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ||~You wish You were the Golden State~|| Out of San Francisco: Minor plan permission?
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 11:21 pm
Arthur Kirkland
Student Vice President
Member of the Disciplinary Committee
Junior  Charlotte softly smiled for she hadn't considered it lucky before. Sure it was one of the things to be proud of but there were some downs sides to it too, like homes easily getting flooded or destroyed during hurricane season and such. "Remind me one day to show you my coast and islands sometime."She hadn't expected him to call himself her 'date' but giving a second of thought, she figured he probably meant 'escort'. Gosh, such a difference between European and American customs. A small part of her hoped that one day that the could possibly be- "Golly the sky's pretty. Sunsets are always pretty while out on the beach. I can never get tired of it." She spread out her arms to feel the gentle breeze before turning back and putting back on her sweater. "We should probably head back so we can wake up for class tomorrow."Arthur felt a tap and turned to find Georgia. "Oh, Ge-" He cleared his throat, catching himself. "Hello Christian. What is it? A favor? I suppose I could." He wasn't sure why he asked to bring his wand but went along with it. "Alright I'll see you then." He nodded and headed back to the dorms. What's with the states needing his help with magic lately? ((Out of Green Tea and Pepsi: Just bridging the days together... didn't feel complete if left like this ))
North Carolina, USA
Charlotte Wilson "Jones"
Freshman
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