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 Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 2:56 pm
William Kirkland
New Zealand - Aotearoa - Land of the Long White Cloud
"Sophomore and ready to learn!" William nodded and started to casually walk down the hall toward the dorms. He hoped Lucy and Kiwi didn't mess up his dorm again. It took him quite a while to tidy everything up and he didn't want it going to waste. (Out of Wellington: To the dorms~ )(Translation: )
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 3:57 pm
 AdelaidexxxKirklandxxx•xx•xx•▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Never complain, never explain.
The bigger the hat, the smaller the property.
Winning needs no explanation, losing has no alibi.
All our best heroes are losers.
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As we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.  xxx xxx
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 6:01 pm
❋-'-,-xxxx MY NAME MEANS "CHRYSANTHEMUM" xxxxxx本田 H O N D A x K I K U 菊
日本 | Japan President of the Anime Club⊱ the senior who senses the mood ⊰ Kiku nodded. "All right. Let's go, then," he said, and led Mei down the hallway.Hajimemashite. Nihon desu. My hobbies are to sense the mood and refrain from speaking.
誠 | s i n c e r i t y Nihongo ➤ English:
{{Out of Miso: To the dorms!}}
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:01 pm
 ⋆~Lukas Bondevik~⋆ Member Of The Disciplinary Comity Lukas made his way down the hallway slowly, even though he knew that the bell had already rung, and that he was late. But, he was part of the diciplinary committee, so he allowed to be a little late. He regained his senses and continued down the hall to his class. {{Out-Of-Oslo:}}
{{Translations:}}
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 1:51 pm
 Sr. Romero Valentín
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Romero wandered casually through the hallway, stopping at his favorite niche in the wall and leaning casually into it. There were no teachers about currently, and as far as he knew, the administrators were still in their offices. He shouldn't be bothered here, but the bathrooms were nearby if he needed to hide.
As he relaxed, the Venezuelan wondered what it was that Juliana had to show him. Her text had made him very curious indeed.
 Out of Caracas: New post style! biggrin
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 2:42 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 out of the classroom, Juliana looked from the left to the right, peering down the hallways before she saw Romero leaning against the wall a little ways down the hall. Her lips curved upwards into an ecstatic grin as she bounded down the hall as quickly as she could, which meant her infamous boing boing! sound was in hot pursuit. As soon as she was within arm's-length of him, her arms flung open and wrapped themselves around his middle, pulling him to her as she squished up against him. "Romero~!" She exclaimed with a cute giggle. Resting her chin against his chest, she looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling happily. "How is your day so far my sweet~?"
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 2:56 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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The Venezuelan’s ears twitched; he heard something funny coming from one direction of the hall. It sounded suspiciously like the sound of bouncing boobs. Now, who on campus had big enough boobs to do that? Ukraine, perhaps; but she wasn’t around. Maybe one of the teachers--?!
But Romero didn’t have time to panic, for the source of the bouncing soon revealed itself: It was Juliana, running happily down the hall to meet him. “Romero!” she exclaimed happily, crushing herself against his chest. Or, Romero wondered suddenly as she hauled him bodily out of the niche, was he being crushed against hers?
The Brazilian’s grip let up a bit as she tiled her chin up to rest against his sternum to regard him with sparkling eyes. “How has your day been, my sweet?” she asked prettily.
Romero reddened, despite himself. “Well, it just got a whole lot better…” he said lamely. When she laughed, the events that had so suddenly emptied from his brain at her impact returned. “It’s been pretty good so far,” he told her. “I skipped math to wait with Luis, which I didn’t mind at all since I’d already studied it over the summer. Science was excellent; the teacher finally brought in the shark bodies he promised to let us dissect!” Now it was the Venezuelan’s aventurine eyes that danced at the fond memory. “And history is just plain boring. Señor Aburrido is going over the Americas, but as South Americans, we hardly need the review, verdad? And how has yours been? Did you get a good night’s sleep?” he teased lightly. “You were dancing pretty hard last night!”
Out of Caracas:
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 3:50 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ The first time he spoke, her grin definitely widened. Romero sounded just like the lovesick puppies that would follow her around back in her nation. Now that was a thought wasn't it? Well the thought of Romero acting like one of those boys definitely did make the Brazilian chuckle in her mind, but something that was consistent with all of those guys was that they usually did have a happy ending when it came to their time out with the buxom blonde. But Romero wasn't like one of those drunken buffoons. He had been there for as long as she could remember, both him and Luis. He was one of her biggest rivals when it came to the FIFA World Cup, even giving her a good run for her money when they played against each other. Oh dear, now she was rambling on inside her head. If she didn't know any better, than people would think she was crazy.
Juliana's attention was quickly brought back to the actual Romero in front of her, the one she had latched onto so tightly, as he spoke to her. As he spoke about his day, she listened like a good friend would, smiling and nodding and taking everything in all the way. When he talked about dissecting sharks, her eyes widened a bit as her lips parted. "Oh my~!" She exclaimed as she then let go of the senior, taking a step back so he could have his space. She nodded in agreement with him as he said that his history class was going over the South Americas and how they didn't need a review. "Si, si. You're right Romero." She told him with a light giggle before he brought up the night before and her dancing. "I had a great night's sleep~! Although Renata forgot to wake me up again..." Her lips pursed into a sensual pout as she raised her right hand up to her ear, tucking in some of her golden locks behind it casually. "And heyy~! Of course I was dancing pretty hard, it was a fiesta and we were all a bit drunk, even you~!" She definitely didn't want to mention the slight twinge of jealousy that she had gotten when she saw Romero dance with the young girl last night, what was her name again?
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 4:05 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero misinterpreted the Brazilian’s step back as disgust at his interest in the gruesome lab; as a result, he didn’t elaborate on it. The easy way she agreed with him reminded the Venezuelan of the other yes-girl he had dated in the past and failed so dramatically with. He flashed a cocky smirk at Juliana when she blamed her pet ocelot for failing to wake her up on time. “You still rely on Renata to wake you up?” he teased. “Maybe she had a little too much to drink as well! You should visit your army bases a little more often; those sergeants sure know how to keep you awake and on your toes!” Romero hardly ever needed an alarm clock now, thanks to the almost-constant war training and war-making he had endured for much of the 1800s.
“Of course I was dancing pretty hard; we were all drunk, even you!” Juliana laughed after he had asked her about the party. Was that a note of jealousy he caught in her voice?
“Ha, I was never drunk,” he boasted, although that was a blatant lie. “I hadn’t even had enough tequila to get me the slightest bit dizzy!” If Brazil was jealous of him, he could say the same. She had spent much of the night dancing with Kartlos. Aye, she had been dancing much longer than he last night…
“Ah, sí!” Romero exclaimed in sudden memory. “What is it that you have to show me? Your words made me quite curious!” Was it food? He was quite hungry right now, and his stomach growled in ready acquiescence.
Out of Caracas: I almost pity Luis now, since he gets left out so much. Romero'll have to say a few words to him when he is ditched again.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 4:45 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ "Well Renata has been there since I was only a child Romero, she's like a part of me. Apparently she's the lazy, a*****e side of me, but still!" Juliana exclaimed, trying to defend her decision of letting her beloved ocelot wake her up in the morning. But as Romero mentioned her military bases, her lips parted and a sharp breath of air was quickly taken in, almost as if she were hissing from a sustained injury. "No no no, that's more your thing Romero. I'm like a bird, you just have to let me fly and live in the rainforest where I belong. Or on the beach, with a daquiri, and some sun.. Yes, that sounds a lot better." She trailed off before she grinned up to her northern neighbor, rubbing the back of her neck once she realized that he might be thinking that she was crazy, as he always did.
But then he reminded her of why they were both skipping class in the first place. "Aye! I'm sorry, I almost forgot..." She began as she bent forward a bit, thumbing the straps of her backpack before she shrugged it off with minimal effort. "So I got something for you for your Independence Day a few months ago, but I could never get enough free time to give it to you. So, here you go." Quickly enough, she brought out a wrapped package that had some weight to it. Inside was a gold-encrusted hand gun that she had personally commissioned for her northern protector. "I really hope you like it." She hoped that this would throw him for a loop, especially since she had promised him food, which she still had for him, but wanted to get this out of the way first.
[Out.Of.Rio: Maybe Luis can somehow get roped into the lunch adventure? Every group needs that one guy who's on the sidelines saying "We'll get in trouble guys! ;n;" as said by Armelle. XD ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 5:01 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Throw him for a loop indeed. Romero accepted the package curiously, blinking at its weight; when he opened it, he revealed a gold-plated Zamorana hand gun. His surprise at Juliana’s gift, which had been tailored exactly to his long-range preferences, warred with his outrage at her audacity to bring it on campus, resulting in a rather lengthy speechlessness on Romero’s part. Didn’t she know guns weren’t allowed at school? But, as he hefted the gun in silent awe, he realized that the Brazilian had indeed thought of it: The barrel was considerately empty. This Zamorana felt perfect in his hand, as perfect as any firearm could fell; it was just the right weight, and it was distributed just so. My, Juliana had done her research when she visited him briefly over the summer.
“Díos mío, “ he breathed in amazement, ”this is perfect. You got the make, model, weight, and shape just perfectly—How did you do it? Muchísimas gracias, Juliana!” With that, he hugged her fiercely to him, forgetting a moment to restrain himself until he heard a faint gasp and felt her squirm. “How can I ever repay you?” he asked a little more sheepishly, releasing his bearish hold on her.
“I know! I’ll be sure to get you something for your Independence Day, too!” he decided eagerly, hoping to give Juliana as great a gift as she had him. But, with a disappointing jolt, he realized that it was now early October. Brazil’s Independence Day had happened almost a month ago.
Out of Caracas: But since it's third already, Romero has nothing to do but go see Luis. If someone invites Luis too, Romero will want to come, and then there will be six who get in trouble, including three upper-classmen. (Will this be an exodus? :O)
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 11:40 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 inspected the gold-plated gun that she had so intricately crafted for his liking, Juliana clasped her hands together behind her back. As soon as she did, she then spread out her fingers before interlacing them so that her grip was a little more poised. "Well, I wanted to get you something that you would use. Something that would be practical and efficient, but also something that you love. So I thought of this gun, but I didn't want you to recieve any old gun, so I plated it with gold and carved your name into the grip myself." She explained to him with a bright smile, tilting her head to the side as she watched him happily. "I had the best weapon experts work on this all year. I wanted to make it perfect~!"
But she then stopped as soon as she felt him pull her into a rather passionate hug. The Brazilian bombshell was definitely not expecting this kind of affection from her nothern neighbor, so her breath definitely caught in her throat as her body squished up against his own. Her face rested in the crook of his neck, her lips against the bare skin, so she was able to breathe through her nose while this embrace continued. The only thing that was in the way was that he was squeezing her at a rather uncomfortable position, with her arms behind her back. She made a muffled noise to emit these feelings and found that almost immediately he released her. When he asked her how he could ever repay her, Juliana blinked up at him, almost as if she were dumbfounded by his question. "Well it's a present for your birthday so there's no need to repay me for it..." She stated in an inaudible tone as he continued to speak about her independence day/birthday. "It's really not a big deal Romero, I did it out of the goodness of my heart. No needto repay me~!"
[Out.Of.Rio: Oh then nevermind, Romero should just distract Luis while Juliana is gone. XD And btw, I asked Kitty, and she said that it's barely late September, so he missed her independence day by a few weeks. ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 10:39 am
Sr. Romero Valentín
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"You carved my-?" Romero asked blankly. He splayed his fingers on the handle to get a better look at it, and indeed, there was his name, carved in cursive along the outer edge of the grip.
"How thoughtful of you, Juliana! This is too big a gift to go unpaid, and I will find some way to repay you. Thank you so much for remembering!" With that, the Venezuelan encircled her in a rapid embrace, his thoughts already afire with ideas on how to do exactly that.
His gratuitous musings were interrupted by the numbers he saw indicated on his somewhat archaic silver analog watch. Venezuela and Brazil had lingered here too long already; their teachers were sure to be wondering where they were, no matter how aloof they normally were. "Icaray, Juliana; look at the time!" he exclaimed, releasing her. "Our teachers must be wondering what we're doing! I'll see you at lunch, then; and thank you!"
Romero had expected to receive something small or consumable, not a magnificent treasure, and so he had not thought to bring his backpack along. He stalled for a moment, trying to figure out where to hide it so that he wouldn't get caught, before dropping the unarmed weapon and its magazine into an inner pocket of his custom jacket. The gun's muzzle tapped his hip as it encountered sturdy fabric, and the jacket's silver epaulets tinkled lightly with the impact. The Venezuelan slid his hands into the outer pockets and was pleased to find that they covered the Zamorana well. "Adios, hermana!" he said before walking back to history with a bounce in his step and a whistle to his lips.Out of Caracas: Icaray is wow.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 12:01 pm
 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 GentlemanArthur sighed softly to himself. He had been in the office working out some files on the 'horse issue' when he received texts from America. What did that git mean 'don't wait up'. Honestly, couldn't Alfred be more descriptive? Or mature for that matter. He knew he couldn't do much of dragging Alfred to class, but that wasn't going to stop the brit writing him up for skipping. The blonde received another text. "Mathew?" he looked a little surprised and confused at the text. 'I was feeling alone, upset and jealous' Over who? He was aware of Russia and Canada's departure but that didn't mean he knew what his roommate was referring to, he wrinkled his nose at the text line that made him even more lost. 'I wanted to have a chance to possibly lo...know you better eh?' Looking back, Mathew had always been there for England when he needed him the most. Hadn't they already gotten to known each other? After all Arthur raised him right after he gained ownership from France. Soon after making a text response to Canada, Britain's cell soon went off again, only this time it was the teachers complaining that their students are skipping their classes. Arthur assured them that the would take care of it and headed to find some custodians for some clues as to where the trouble makers could be. (Out of Tea: )
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 May 28, 2012 1:22 pm
The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Andrew was more than a little embarrassed and flustered as he left 4th period. He had said some pretty dumb things to the new girl. Hopefully she wouldn't think too badly of him but it was still a rough first impression he wasn't proud of. Tennessee sighed and decided he definitely needed to attend those Host Club meetings so he could learn to talk to ladies better. The boy sighed and looked to Iris. "Meetin' people is hard work... I'm exhausted," he said. Iris seemed amused and charmed by her state's attempts at friendship. He was as cute as a button in her eyes when he fretted over little things like this and she affectionately nudged his cheek with her muzzle almost as if to give him a reassuring kiss. So long as he tried his best that was the most important thing. ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Grade 9
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