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 Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 12:51 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 GentlemanThe Englishman arrived to the roof as he was prompt. Although he hadn't expected that to find that Georgia to have beaten him to the location for being such an early bird that he was. Then again, making sure that America was awake did take up a bit of his time. He kept the wand close to him yet out of sight. Even though it was still dark, there was enough light for the Brit to see that the boy was listening to music and not just singing it. The song was most likely Japanese he thought and tapped the freshman's shoulder to grab his attention. "Now what is request of yours? It's not everyday you come to me asking a favor."(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: Tue Oct 09, 2012 6:28 am
 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 didn't jump as he felt someone tap on his shoulder. Instead, he calmly looked to who had tapped his shoulder and smiled lightly, thankful to see England had listened to his request yesterday and came to the rooftop after all. He pulled the ear buds of and tucked his iPod away before he fully turned to the Brit. "Ah, good mornin Arthur. Prompt as always, I see. Mm, yeah. I have a favor to ask of you. Now, remember when I asked you to have an open mind?" He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He let it out as a sigh, blushing deeply. He then pointed to the collar strapped to his neck and opened his eyes with a serious and determined look on his face.
"I need you to turn me into a girl so that Other World Kingdom has no choice but to release me from slavery since, by her laws, slaves are men and therefore if I am not one she has no choice but to set me free."
Out Of Coke :: 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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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 1:28 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 Gentlemanhe returned and nodded remembering being asked. Though he still didn't have the slightest clue as to what it would be about. So he folded his arms and listened carefully. "Other World Kingdom?" Oh good heavens... Looked as though that this may cause trouble for the committee if this gets too out of hand but on the other hand it's the survival of the fittest. England himself would of probably do the same in her position if the truth be told. He eyed the collar, remembering back when he claim colonies in the name of Great Britain. The request of being turned a girl was a ridiculous one and applied no benefit towards him, so he could simply cared less about the situation. However since he was his love's state, he couldn't just out right ignore the favor. "If that is what you wish, than I have no reason to deny it." He shrugged and revealed his wand. "Just know that magic can't solve all your problems. "Arthur chanted the spell with a flick of his wand, creating a glowing spell circle beneath him. Once the chant finished the glow surrounded Georgia and his body shifted into that of a female. (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: Tue Oct 09, 2012 6:11 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 blinked in surprise. Really? No argue nets or even an assault on his intelligence. Yeah, he knew his father had the capabilities of being nice without adding insult first, but Georgia just more or less asked for a sex change because he was being bullied.... And this was after years of Georgia having gotten into many scrapes growing up because people had called him a girl when he was little. Without much other warning other than "magic doesn't always fix problems", England chanted something and there was a glowing that surrounded him. He closed his eyes...
And after a few seconds, felt the familiar tug of his shirt buttons from the last time he became a girl. Instinctively, she reached a hand out and caught a button that had popped off and would have smacked England had she not moved fast enough. She opened one eye and looked down, and the permanent blush that was always on her face deepened slightly as she quickly grabbed the from of her shirt to retain some modesty. After a quick, "Be right back," and her ducking behind some structure large enough for her to hide behind, she returned wearing a girl's uniform and was pulling her long hair into a set of pig tails.
"Oh, uh, back to what you were saying, I already know magic won't fix all my problems. That's actually why a part of me is glad you never had time to teach me magic like you did some of the others. It means I had to be more resourceful than some of the others!" She smiled and giggled lightly before she placed one finger on her lip and looked up in thought. "Hey, England..... Just now, you helped me out without asking any questions or saying my request was stupid.... And I know this is probably irrelevant, but you've also been spending a lot of time with Alfred and both of you seem happier in each others' presence.... Is... Is there something going on between you two and that's why you were nice about helping me?"
Georgia looked to Arthur for a moment after she finished adjusting her pig tails and smiled. "On second thought, don't worry about it! It's none of my business, and I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth!"
Out Of Coke :: 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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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 9:32 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 Gentleman Soon as buttons started to pop off Christian's shirt, the Englishman knew to look away out of respect. For not only was he a gentleman but remembered quiet well how awkward it was to transgene to another gender from magic. He waited patiently until it was safe to look again. Arthur was taken back that Georgia had a girl uniform ready, even if this was all planned out. Nonetheless he kept his mouth shut on the state's choice. Glad to never been taught magic? That wasn't something the Brit heard everyday. Blush filled his cheeks and tried to either keep his eyes on her face or somewhere else altogether as to keep from staring at the mountains before him. Perhaps this wasn't a good idea afterall. "Th-that's because you went through the trouble for such a request, of course I think there other ways to going about solving your problems, but it has nothing to do with Alfred!" he choked. He knew he was caught. But Alfred and him had agreed not to reveal it until they had all the states together to tell them properly... but perhaps that should be done soon since it was becoming harder to resit doing things out of the ordinary in public... "I'm just doing my part as a committee ." At least that's what he told himself. England had already gone as far as healing Hawaii too without objection. "We should head inside and back to class before the bell rings."(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: Wed Oct 10, 2012 8:20 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 and giggled lightly at Arthur's response. She knew her father too well to know that he was just acting tsundere. Oh well. It wasn't her place to pry. Instead she walked over and hugged the Brit. As a girl, she went from towering over England to being an inch or two shorter than him. "Well, either way, thanks for being helpful. Hopefully next time you see me I won't be Patricia's slave~!" She pulled back and giggled happily before she turned and ran off, looking over her shoulder and waving to the Brit.
"See you later, Arthur~!"
Out Of Coke :: 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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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 9:20 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 Gentleman The hug did catch the Englishman off guard, especially with the awkwardness of two newly formed mass from what was once his colony. But at least the state seemed to be pleased with the spell and with that, Arthur couldn't help a small chuckle in return. "I wish you best of luck." He waved back. Once the girl was out of sight, the Brit's shoulders slumped and head hung low. "Blimey... what have I done?" So much for starting the day without something odd happening. "I swear this school is cursed."(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: Sat Dec 22, 2012 1:13 pm
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It took a little longer than he'd expected since Marcus was taking care not to share the soda too much and cause it to later explode in their hands, but finally, Nevada and California made it to the rooftop. Landon drank deep of the fresh open air add he say down on a convenient table bench nearby and popped open the bag of chips.
"Woohoo! We made it!" Landon exclaimed happily, munching away on some of his loot. "As for your Halloween prank, that would be awesome! But frankly, it feels too cold for a Halloween prank..." The Californian shivered for effect and then thought aloud. "But would it be worth it imagining a prank for Christmas? No one messes with Christmas, after all..."
He jumped when his phone buzzed. Oh, Jesus! Did someone find them already? Were they already busted? "I-If that's the DeeCee, I plead the fifth!" Landon blurted unnecessarily a he unlocked his phone to check the texts. But it wasn't from any boss here, nor was it even angry. In fact, it was a curious question and status check from Alfred.
Landon relaxed more as he read the message. It was easy enough to fib via text; and besides, he was going to come back to class later. The Californian texted back a reply:
"Why'd you sleep in? I haven't looked for France yet; I'll do that at lunch." ~Landon
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 9:21 am
 Party Centeral!
Nevada at Your Service! Swing, swing baby but you'll never make a hit! When they both exploded into the fresh air on the roof top, Marcus gave a bright laugh and carefully set the pop down on the table. He spun in a little circle, embracing the chilled air. God, he loved snow! Almost as much as he loved shiny things. But you knew that already.
"Duuude! The view is great from up here! You can see the whole campus~!" He smiled, knocking the Californian in the shoulder. "We should come back up here for lunch. Are all the chickas as cold as ice, or are there some worth bringing back?" He smiled, thinking of the show-girls he'd left back home. Man, did they know how to party. He could vaguely remember his first day here, most of the girls had been icy or slightly dense. He chuckled again, taking a Dr. Awesome and popping it open.
The Nevadian jumped as well when Landon's phone went off. "Damn, bro! If it's the coppers we should raise tail..." He sipped nervously on the pop as his brother checked the text. When the coast was clear, Marcus gave another laugh.
"Home free? We just gotta make sure we get back in time for second period~" O.O.C: WHAT YEAR IS IT?! Lol I have no idea what month it is~ In RP at least. Watch your back baby, cuz I ain't ever giving in
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 10:27 am
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Landon heaved a sigh of relief once he got rid of that potentially incriminating text. Hopefully Alfred would not go looking for him now. Now then, back to business~!
"Sure is pretty up here!" Landon agreed, laughing. "We SHOULD come here for lunch!" He too reached to slap Marcus on the back, and by virtue of both of them moving, neither of them managed to hit the other. The Californian stared at Nevada fit a few moments before cracking up and laughing uncontrollably for little reason at all. When he was done,
Landon laughed nervously at Marcus' question about girls and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Uh... Honestly, I don't know for sure yet," he admitted. "I've only met a few other girls since coming here. Sophie of Croatia is a stiff one--what do you expect? She's from East Europe--and Patricia of the Other World Kingdom--some micro--is a sadistic dominatrix. She might be coming on to me, though," he added with a laugh. "Maria is as cranky as ever, although she was at least nice enough to let me come and help her prepare for her Día de los Muertos party. I'm gonna have so much fun decorating her face come Día." Landon snickered at the thought of painting some lovely patterns on Maria's face soon.
But there was one girl in particular who did make the West Coast state smile reminiscently. "But Julianna," Landon said. "That Brazilian~! She's a treat fire the eyes, and very willing to go on an adventure! I should know--She helped rescue that dolphin! She, if all the new girls I've met, might be with your while. 'Course, body like that, she's probably got seven dozen other nations hankering after her too." Landon himself wore a stupid grin on his face at the memory. Then he paused. "She's certainly fun to play with, although I don't think she's be a great partner for me. She seems more like a subject for our... private... industries, ya know? So if you wanna take a crack at her, go ahead. I won't stop you," Landon concluded with a laugh.
He pouted when Marcus advised that they return in time for second period. "Come on, bro!" he complained. "Party poorer! We just got here, and that bell didn't ring all that long ago. Besides, if we show up literally in the middle of second, everyone will ask where we went!" Let's come down right before third period," Landon suggested instead. "That way, we can blend in with the crowd."
"Since we got time, what should we do...?" The Californian cast his gaze around for something to occupy them, idly munching on some chips, and his gaze fell on the little garden-like area if the roof. Picking up a soda and cracking it open, Landon walked over to the garden and picked up a rock. He eyed it curiously for a moment, and then brightened. Then he walked over to the roof edge, puttered down, and suddenly flung the Rick downward. A great caw and panicked flapping, and three pigeons wheeled away into the air, squawking in avian anger or disapproval.
Landon cackled. "Stupid pigeons!" he chortled. "I missed then on purpose, too!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 1:03 pm
Party Centeral!
Nevada at Your Service! Swing, swing baby but you'll never make a hit! Marcus shook his head and chuckled at Landon's hilarious explosion of laughter. He could be such a goofball. Not that the Nevadian was much better...He laughed again.
As Marcus listened to the Californian describe the different girls, he shook his head with a nod. Its what he had expected. He wasn't really one for a serious relationship, he preferred to swing all ways, never really being tied down. However, that Patricia sounded frightening. He shivered at the memory of a long ago relationship with a masochist. He steered VERY clear of those now.
When mentioning the Brazillian babe, he noticed Landon's dreamy looks and hummed with a smirk on his face.
"You dog! Prancing into adventure with some chica caliente while I'm stuck in some hospital bed!" He threw his hands up in the air in fake exasperation. "I might try my luck, my skills might be a little rusty~" he smirked again. "Industries...have you been plotting something behind my back, mi amigo? None the less, I'm looking forward to some sort of party. I've been dry since I left the hospital. Crazy~"
When Landon complained about his idea, Marcus held up his arms defensively. "Whoa, chico loco, you were the one that suggested it beforehand~ I didn't hear the bell ring!" He snuck in close to his brother's face. "And never suggest that I am a party pooper, hermano. Because you might wake up with your bunk bed tettering over the edge of a cliff by the sea~" A mischivious glint shone in his black eyes.
Marcus gave a great laugh as the Californian tried to assault the rooftop birds. "Crazy, you're aim has gotten worse since I last saw you!" He chuckled and scooped up a rock of his own. "Bet you I can knock more pots off than you!" He cried, pointing toward a row of empty terracotta potting containers lined up near the greenhouse. He hurled the rock toward the one on the end and heard a satifying crunch as it broke. He flashed a challenging smile at his brother. O.O.C: So does that mean it's November now? Gah...Oh, and time to break some things! Watch your back baby, cuz I ain't ever giving in
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 5:06 pm
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Landon snickered. “You snooze, you lose~” he told Marcus tauntingly, seeming for all intents and purposes to have forgotten that he had ever suggested they return in time for second period. He also ignored Marcus’ threat, because they both knew he wouldn’t do it anyway.
He paused when he received another text from Alfred and read it. It seemed that America wanted to find him and the other states and tell him something important. "Seems that Al wants us for something," Landon told Marcus as he replied. He smirked when he thought of a fib to reinforce the appearance that he was still in class.
"I can head to the cafeteria at lunch. I don't know where everyone else i, but I can text them to do the same when the period changes. Teach might see me otherwise." ~Landon
The Californian pouted when Marcus dared to suggest that his aim had gotten worse over the years. “As if!” he retorted. “My Giants won the World Series this year, and when was the last time your teams ever even set foot on that field? I’ll prove it, too!”
On that note, the two Westerners began a riotous game of bottle-smash. The two states were evenly matched, so that even when Landon managed to rack up a three-pot lead, Marcus had time enough to edge out his lead.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 6:06 pm
Party Centeral!
Nevada at Your Service! Swing, swing baby but you'll never make a hit! After their aimming match ended in a tie, Marcus gave a short laugh and cuffed Landon on the head. "Seems like we're still evenly matched, brah. But I think we should clean up those pot bits so we stay anon!" So the Nevadian strolled over causually and swept up the pieces, leaving $15 dollars pinned to the greenhouse door to pay for new ones. He might be a trickster, but he wasn't heartless.
When Landon mentioned Alfred, Marcus tilted his head. "Why would he want to see us? I haven't seen him in ages..." Lost in thought, he streched out on the bench and took another chug of his pop. The sun felt great, and he knew that it wouldn't be much longer before the bell rang for third period. Watch your back baby, cuz I ain't ever giving in
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 9:31 pm
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Landon was amused to see that Marcus did not even leave out the payment for the replacement of the terra-cotta pots. He might have been inclined to simply hightail it out of there with a Bill Me Later notice somewhere. Then again, it might have been that reckless spending and delayed paying that had gotten the Californian such monstrous debt in the first place… Not for the first time, Landon wondered if he could borrow a substantial amount of money from his Sierra neighbor.
He shrugged when Marcus asked him why Alfred wanted to see them. “Beats me. He didn’t sound angry enough to want to lecture me on recent events.” Events that he hadn’t yet told Nevada yet actually, but California somehow assumed that his brother already knew, what with their living next door.
The two brothers had just enough time to finish up their share of soda and chips when the bell for third period rang. Landon hopped up instantly. “All right! There’s the bell! Let’s go!” he exclaimed. The Westerner was just about to skedaddle when he remembered that four full cans of soda on the roof might look a little suspicious. But Landon didn’t want to bring them into class, where they might be even more conspicuous, so he simply opened the door to the staircase landing to stash the Dr. Awesome inside, scooting the thing into a corner so that it could not easily be kicked and spilled. “We better remember to come back here soon,” Landon noted, more to himself than to Marcus. “Old soda not only gets real flat, but real disgusting…”
He shook off his thoughts quickly and moved back to the stairs heading down. “Back to class with ye!” he exclaimed in a mock Shakespearean accent as he descended.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 8:54 pm
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