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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 11:53 am
Alfred F. Jones
Hero
*best junior ever*  Al hadn't been himself since the thing with Hawwii so he figered he should try and act normle again... well normal for him. Witch usaly ment pissing everyone else off. He saw Mattie jogging back to the dorm as he was walking to the field dressed as a coyboy as Arthur suggested his smith n weson and all. Carrying his own box o' stuff. He found his booth right between Arthur and Mattie. He smiled at arthur and got to work.
He drapped his flag over the front a contrast to Canada who had his up on the sign thing. On his he panted 'The one and only' in larg sloppy brush strokes and under it, "HERO'. He had a BIG smile on his fase when he was finished with that part and tacked some red, white, and blue stares up there as well. He set up his ipod with the most obnocise song he could find. He would chill it later but for now he wanted everyone to know he was here. This song - I'm gona make a vid for Al with this song, just need to find all the pics.He couldn't help but sing with it a bit. It was a comedy song but the end had a nice message even he could see that.
"That's what it means to be red, white, and blue..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 1:36 pm
 ⊰ A n i c a ♦ P o p e s c u ⊱The Joker of the European DeckOutfit
As the two arrived to the edge of the field, where the overhead covering ended, Anica sighed to himself as he took out a small black rod out of his sleeve before pressing a button that was on its side. Immediately, the top opened and an umbrella built for one person flew out and opened. He was careful to angle it away from his friend so he didn't get smacked in the face with it. With that, he stepped out into the sun, glad that he was at least shaded so the heat and brightness of the sun didn't affect him. "Well, we're here. Let's go have a look around~!" He exclaimed, glancing back at Bulgaria, before the two began to walk passed all of the booths together. "Which one would you like to look at first?"
[Out.Of.Transylvania:]
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 1:44 pm
 Anton ZhelevThe Friendly Senior`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ Anton looked around at the festival, everyone had such nice booths, he wasn't sure which one to go to first "Hmmm.... I'm not sure... is there anything in particular you want to see, Anica?" `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ {Bulgarian/English Translation:}
(Out of Sofia: )
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 2:48 pm
Latvia Raivis Galdent  Raivis nodded, He hoped people would come too, not many people even knew the 3 countries exist to the eastern part of Europe, mainly though in the America's. As he set out a bowl of Potato’s and plates of Latvian Cheese’s(which he finally managed to find) he moved his Purple eyes around the festival.
He did see Leilani, and wanted to apologize you her for leaving, he figured his other Roommate would be here as well. Which remained him he was still wearing the Slave collar she had give him. He touched it with a sigh. "Good thing she isn't here..." he mumbled."I got a new Room mate Yesterday.." he said randomly, he just wanted to bring up conversation.
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 2:53 pm
 ☆ Eduard Von Bock ☆
The Genius Baltic Sophomore Eduard blinked when he heard Raivis speak "Really? A new roommate? Who is it?" Eesti Vabariik
Republic of Estonia Estonian >> English {Out Of Tallinn:}
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 3:13 pm
Latvia Raivis Galdent "she Calls her self The Other World Kingdom, I think she likes slavery or something because she made me her slave.." he pointed to the object around his neck. "I think she is just playing a game though, or something like that.." he said with a small laugh.
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 3:16 pm
☆ Eduard Von Bock ☆
The Genius Baltic Sophomore "Other World Kingdom? I think I may have heard of it..." he scratched his chin "Anyway, if you ever need a place to hide, you're more than welcome to stay with us." he smiled. Eesti Vabariik
Republic of Estonia Estonian >> English {Out Of Tallinn:}
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 3:55 pm
You could travel the world,
But nothin' comes close,
To the golden coast!
Once you party with u-us,
you'll be fallin' in love! ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
Landon blinked, wondering why a devoted photographer would ever just quit. He obviously had no way of learning who had given the camera to Hungary, after all, and the deeper emotional value she attached to it. He was about to press the matter for the benefit of the paper when another nation stepped in and waved her hands about to magically restore the charcoal heap that remained into the original device.
The Californian’s wide-eyed gaze swiveled back and forth between the two nations before he crashed into Slovakia as if she were a lodestone and he iron. “How did you DO that?!” he gushed, ignoring his newfound camera buddy and her possible enmity with the nation he was momentarily hugging. “You need to teach me that skill!” he begged, releasing her.
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Out of San Francisco: Meh. Huggy cinematographer image needs to be broken, but after the festival. Maybe I'll have him bump into a couple again just to reinforce that plausibility. || OH SHOOT. I just remembered that CA is supposed to be ruder and more unhelpful compared to other states like the South.
------------ California boys, we're undeniable,
Fine, fresh, fierce,
We got it on lock!
West coast represent, now put your hands up!
Oh o-o-o-o-ohhh!
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 4:28 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Romero watched the two states wrestle around before breaking off temporarily in embarrassment, at least on Christian’s part. Rutilio didn’t seem all that ashamed. He raised an eyebrow. These Americans were weird.
He was stunned to see Franny lash out against Elizaveta, an innocent bystander taking pictures of a state she didn’t especially care for (Georgia), by destroying her camera. What did Elizaveta have to do with Connecticut, Franny, or the ghost who had stolen France’s profiteroles?! Seeing the tears with which Hungary greeted the unexpected tragedy only reinforced his anger.
When the Hungarian stormed off crying, Romero rounded on Franny. “Qué carajo?” he demanded, fire flashing in his eyes. “What did you do that for? Elizaveta was never a part of this whole ghost conspiracy; why did you destroy her camera?! I thought you wanted to protect Conne, not hurt innocent bystanders! Even if you wanted to kill the ghost ladrón—which no one even knows is a ghost--destroying a machine doesn’t help that at all!
“I think I agree with Christian,” Venezuela decided, folding his arms. “You don’t really seem to care what others think! You’re heartless, and even after all the time you’ve been haunting me and Luis, I still can’t think of anything honestly nice to say to you!”
He was tempted to throttle the ghost, but she could easily phase out of the corporeal frame, giving him no satisfaction anyway. Instead, he turned around. “I’m going to go back to my booth,” he said aloud for no real reason. “Mucho gusto conocerte, Indus. I’ll see you around.”
As Romero walked back to his booth, he noticed that Luis and Juliana were still dancing on her floor. He smiled faintly. At least the boy was growing some huevos, taking the dance from the other state. Rounding the corner, he bumped into two Europeans—Eastern Europeans, by the looks of them. “Lo siento,” he apologized, backing up. He blinked as he eyed them again, realizing that he had no idea who they were. “I can’t say I remember seeing you two around here before… Who are you?”
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Out of Caracas: [[Que carajo = What the (hell)]] Wow! I forgot to reply with Romero! And given recent events, it's time for another rant and unsuspecting-nation-drag-in! xd
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 4:36 pm
Anton ZhelevThe Friendly Senior`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ As the Bulgarian was looking around, he noticed someone in a matador outfit speak to them "Excuse me? But shoudn't you introduce yourself first before asking someone's name?" he crossed his arms. `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ {Bulgarian/English Translation:}
(Out of Sofia: )
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 4:43 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Romero realized that, after the heat of his scolding Franny, he had forgotten to introduce himself. "Perdon. I'm Romero Valentin, Venezuela. You?"
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Out of Caracas: Stickler. XD
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 4:45 pm
⊰ A n i c a ♦ P o p e s c u ⊱The Joker of the European DeckOutfit
As Romania glanced from booth to booth as they passed them, he then felt a rather harsh shove to the shoulder. Taking a step back without dislodging the umbrella being held in his gloved hand, he quirked a brow at the other nation, snorting through his nose. "Vă parazit mic," He cursed under his breath before he took the step closer to Romero, his crimson eyes shining darkly at the matador. "My name is Anica Popescu, but you have probably heard of me under my formal title: Romania." He stated clearly, parting his lips so his elongated fangs could be seen, merely to prove his point.
[Out.Of.Transylvania: "You little pest" ]
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 4:48 pm
Anton ZhelevThe Friendly Senior`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ Anton nodded "That's more like it. I am called Anton Zhelev. I am also known as Bulgaria." he couldn't help but sigh when Anica did the whole fang thing "Please don't do that here, Anica..." `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ {Bulgarian/English Translation:}
(Out of Sofia: )
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 4:58 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Romero sighed inaudibly. Eastern Europeans were just as stuffy as he had heard them to be… Remembering his manners this time, he nodded in acknowledgement. “Mucho gusto, ustedes/.”
He couldn’t help but stare at the Romanian who had introduced himself as Anica Popescu after the two had introduced themselves. Had those been fangs? Not very successfully shaking off the disquieting notion, he nodded, but it was a rather stilted motion. To Venezuela’s credit, he did hold his ground against the creepy nation. “I see… So have you two met any other nations yet, or are you just wandering around?” he asked awkwardly, wanting nothing more to do with those two, yet simultaneously and intensely curious about the fangs. “What year are you two, anyway?” Ojalá que no sea señor…
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Out of Caracas: [[Ojala... = God willing (I hope) they're not seniors...]] || He even used the formal tone! Stuffy E Euros will be a running gag for me. XD
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 5:08 pm
⊰ A n i c a ♦ P o p e s c u ⊱The Joker of the European DeckOutfit
Glancing over at Anton, the Romanian's crimson eyes softened a bit to a more normal look as he looked down at his neighboring friend before sighing to himself. "I'll try to control my urges." He muttered to his friend gently before returning his gaze to Romero, loosening his grip on the umbrella slightly. "We were just wandering around until you so-happily 'approached' us; we had just arrived prior too." He lifted the free hand he had inside the overcoat he was wearing before whisking some of his light blond bangs from his eyes, since they had been annoying him lately. "And we are both seniors, thank you very much."
[Out.Of.Transylvania: ]
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