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 Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 11:50 am
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬  After grasping ahold of the hallaca that Romero had handed her, the Brazilian beauty almost purred with delight as she quickly took her first bite of it and immediately began to radiate with happiness. As she ate besides Romero, she continued to bounce from the balls of her feet to her heels, clearly enjoying the Spanish treat that she rarely indulged in back home. Once she finished, she sucked off all of the excess juice off of her fingertips before making a popping sound with her plump lips. Lowering her hand from her mouth, she then patted her now-full stomach coupled with a sigh of satisfaction. That was when she heard Romero's question. Blinking slowly before craning her neck in the direction of her northern neighbor, Juliana's emerald orbs shone as she continued to stare at him, drunkenly trying to process the information that she was just given.
Once finished, her lips began to curve upwards in an equally drunken way, her cheeks still glowing with a pinkened hue, before she was then cut off by a ginger-haired man who had approached the pair. Closing her mouth quickly, the buxom blond then turned her body enough so that it was now facing the newcomer, haulting the bouncing for a moment so she could take in his features and remember them for future instances of contact. But hearing Romero's response to Jack's question, Juliana blinked over at him for a moment before her lips pursed into a light pout. That was no way to treat someone, especially someone you just met.
"Well, I'm Juliana Da Silva~!" She then exclaimed, lifting a slender hand upwards and pointing her index finger at herself, grinning airily the entire time. "I'm the country of Brazil. I see that you might know of my Spanish neighbor Romero, here. But it's nice to meet you mr...?" She then held out her hand but stopped in realizing that she didn't know Jack's name since she was too busy taking off her shoes to really pay attention to what people were saying or doing a mere few minutes ago.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 1:29 pm
 Northern Ireland
--Jack Kirkland-- His irritated expression lightened as he turned to shake the girl's hand. There was no good reason to be rude to her, too. "Northern Ireland. You can call me Jack if ya like. It's very nice to meet ya, Miss Juliana," he said with a smile. He decided to put his conversation with Romero on pause at the prospect of snacks, seeing the bowl in her hands. It was a party, after all. It would be a crime not to enjoy the food. "Wha's tha' stuff you've got there?" he asked curiously.
(( Out Of Something Creative: ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 2:42 pm
π¦'π³π’ α΄Κα΄‘α΄Κs π©π¦π³π’π‘ π©π¦π¨π’ π±π₯π¦π°
π¨π’π’ππ¦π«π€ π π π¬πͺπ£π¬rπ±πππ©π’ α΄
ΞΉsα΄α΄Ι΄cα΄
ππ«π‘ π²π π²π«π±π¦π© π«π¬π΄ ΞΉ'Ξ½α΄ sα΄‘α΄ΚΙ΄ π±π¬ πͺπΆπ°π’π©π£ π±π₯ππ±
π¦'πͺ π π¬π«π±π’π«π± π΄π¦π±π₯ Κα΄Ι΄α΄ΚΞΉΙ΄α΄ss β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ "Okay, Jack. I can remember that~!" Juliana exclaimed happily as she shook his hand before retracting it and placing it firmly upon her hip. But as his eyes found their way to the bowl of hallaca that was before her, the Brazilian's expression immediately lightened as her grin became somewhat wider. "Oh this is hallaca~!" She exclaimed as she picked up the bowl and held it out for Jack to pick out one of the plantain-wrapped snacks. "It's one of Romero's specialties! It's made with beef, pork, chicken, olives, and other amazing things! Trust me, it's really good~!" Exclaimed the bodacious blond, not giving off any reason for the ginger-haired man to distrust her.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬οΌ ΖΈΜ΅Μ‘ΣΜ΅Μ¨ΜΖ· οΌβ¬β¬β¬ β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬β¬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 2:56 pm
Northern Ireland
--Jack Kirkland-- He extended a hand to snap up one of the snacks, and held it up for investigation. It certainly smelled good, and trying new food was always fun for him. He took a small bite and smiled; it was pretty good. "Hm, tha's no' bad," he said as he took another bite. "So wha's this party for, by the way?"
(( Out Of Something Creative: ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 3:28 pm
 RomeroxValentΓn
 RepΓΊblica Bolivariana de Venezuela
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"Rutilio! You know your little antics don't work as well on me as they might on Kartlos and Juan!" Romero hollered at the state. After all, he had fought too many wars and occupied himself too much with his army--and later the UN--to play games and flirt. But the Venezuelan couldn't resist grinning. Florida was just too good at defusing sticky situations.
He folded his arms, wiping his now-empty hands on his olive-green jacket sleeve. He was tempted to dive straight into the nagging issues he had with Jack's brother, of which he had reminded himself while negating Ruti, but Juliana had effectively diffused the resurgent heat by drawing the ginger boy's attention to her hallaca. Romero noted that she had forgotten to answer his question. The Irelander seemed to like it, just as the Brazilian had, and he followed up his misfired compliment with a question about the party.
At the misdirected compliment--for the dish was his, and he had just taught it to Juan so that he could make it for his parties--Romero could lighten up. "Thanks, you two," he said, letting some tension drain from his voice and expression. "This party was Juan's idea; you'd have to ask him why he threw it. If you'd come earlier, you could've joined in the pinata smash." He turned slightly to addressJack more than Juliana, for she knew the information he was about to give, whereas he did not, but he made sure to include the Brazilian in the conversation to keep her from feeling left out. "I know you know this already, Juliana, but these hallacas are something tradtionally made in my country as peace offerings and Christmas snacks. We use only the best banana leaves from trees east of the Essequibo River to wrap these. Did you know we actually offered the recipe to England back in 1895?" he asked Jack, his voice calm but pointed. What he really wanted to know was how much this other UK native approved of that pirate b*****d's kidnapping of so many independent countries. His capturing Guyana so many years ago still rankled.
 Out of Caracas: Back up a page for the hinted event.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 3:39 pm
Northern Ireland
--Jack Kirkland-- "Hm? No, I didn't know tha," he said, relieved that the tension between them was gone, at least. "Doesn' seem like the kind o' thing tha' would've taken easily there anyway, at tha' time. Would've been hell to import all the banana leaves. Although, I guess at the time 'e probably could've managed it." He shrugged a bit. "Controlled a good enough sized portion o' the world to do it, I suppose," he added with a hint of bitterness, recalling his own difficulties dealing with his brother's control.
(( Out Of Something Creative: Edit: asdfokwaitshit ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 3:47 pm
RomeroxValentΓn
RepΓΊblica Bolivariana de Venezuela
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The Venezuelanβs brows lifted as he heard Jackβs response. His tone seemed bitter, as if he didnβt approve of all of Englandβs dealings, either. If he disagreed with that culo enough to let it show in his voice, perhaps he was all right, after all. βI remember when England tried to copy our hallacas the first time,β he said, smirking at the memory. βNot only did he burn the whole thing in a most spectacular fashion, he also burned down the whole building! Since then, weβve had to split up our reed villages, to prevent such fires from spreading so quickly. The name's Romero, Romero ValentΓn. Iβm from Venezuela," he added, unfolding his arms and holding out a hand for Jack to shake. In the middle of his anti-Anglican tirade, he realized he had forgotten to introduce himself. βThe enemy of my enemy is my friend, and all friends are welcome down South.
"By the way,β Romero asked on a sudden inspiration, βwould either of you like to come visit my dorm later this week for a cook-off?β
Out of Caracas: Yay! Tensions resolved! Back to what had been going on before... || Romero, quit bringing your wars back to mind... You know what you need? A girlfriend! | Hell no! Why do I need some female running around the battlefield, disrupting all my troops? (gaze lingers on Brazil) | I see you~ biggrin | scream || I wonder what else we can do in this party? It's getting a bit stale... || When does night end in this RP?
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:03 pm
 Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorSo, they had one of Arthur's relatives here? Oh well, Juan had nothing against the British. Well, time to do something else "Oh! Hey, guys! Why don't we put on some music and dance?" He was in the mood to dance to some good music, like the Macarena.{Translations: }(Out of Havana: just realized I haven't posted in this dorm in a while xD)Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:15 pm
RomeroxValentΓn
RepΓΊblica Bolivariana de Venezuela
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βSure!β Romero agreed. He was getting a bit bored in the absence of alcoholic jello, too. βWhy donβt you put on the Macarena? I love that song!β And he knew Juan did, too. The Macarena was just another thread that linked Antonio's extended and otherwise discordant family together. Although the songβs Spanish composer, Los del RΓo, had performed it to a standing ovation in his country in 1992, President Chavez, after being elected president just five years after the event, had nationalized the already internationally-acclaimed dance in one of his anti-Spanish fits. The move made some sense, given that the socialist had been elected pertly on his promise to break from the Motherland. But Romero rather disliked the old manβs spin on the already silly dance, so he had incorporated some of his safer break-dancing moves in, and he couldn't wait to show them off and prove which Spanish descendant was the best.
Plus, he remembered with a slight shudder, he still had that other dance-related embarrassment to make up for...
Out of Caracas: He can only do that leg-spinning move, supporting his weight with his hands or the floor [when tired], and those funny robotic-like moves, where the dancers 'move' and body part by 'pushing' on it with their hands. Am I making sense here? Romero can't do backflips and he has problems with handstands. Macarena info here
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:23 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorThat may be the alcohol talking in Romero, but he like the way he thought "You got it, hermano!" he went over to the radio and put on his music CD. Music was blaring out of it "Everyone dance!"{Translations: }(Out of Havana: you talking about break dancing? xD)Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:29 pm
 I'm a βcountryβ
Not some βstateβ Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
Sophomore I'm the βoriginalβ
He's just βfakeβ Kartlos took a large handful of the jello shots and began consuming them, having forotten about them while Rutilio was "healing" his hands. When Juan mentioned music Georgia's eyes lit up. "Yes, some music sounds like a great idea!β he exclaimed. He thought for a moment when the Macarena was mentioned. Wasn't that the one with the silly dance? he thought so, but wasn't sure. Either way it sounded good to him. "Yeah!β he shouted when the music came on. He had been right, it was the one with the silly dance. Fortunately, he still remembered how it went and danced along with the others.
[o.o.c: Every time I finished my post someone else had posted and I had to add new stuff]
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:08 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.
ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ "Hmph, my charms are impossible for anyone to ignore," Florida huffed with a small pout as he popped another jello shot in his mouth. Romero just had no idea how cool the Sunshine State was! He was damn sexy and the most awesome guy he knew so there. All of his childish pouting quickly came to an end when the tipsy boy heard the Macarena come on. His eyes glittered with youthful enthusiasm as he hurried to dance as well. The Spanish American couldn't help laughing a little at Georgia's Macarena and grinned at his friend. "Shake your butt more! It's all in the hips and attitude!" he declared cheerfully. ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ <>
<> 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: Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:28 pm
RomeroxValentΓn
RepΓΊblica Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero laughed. βWho are you, Elvis the Pelvis?β he asked the state good-naturedly. βBut youβre out of dateβitβs all in the footwork and the danger!β On this he was certain, for he had watched enough youngsters dance to see the new trend coming. Kids these daysβall about risking injury to make themselves look cool.
Truth be told, the Venezuelan could imitate those youngsters pretty well, given that he was an older nation. But unless provoked, he was not getting on that dance floor yet.
Out of Caracas: This party alone takes up 30+ pages in my Word document/Romero's (third-person) diary! || Yes, Lu, break-dancing. Romero's a little better at it than I. Which says little since I only know one move, and he three (with variation). At least neither of us looks like a fool doing it. biggrin
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:43 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.
ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ "You just be careful not to throw out your back, Mr. Down With the Youth," Florida said as he stuck his tongue out at Venezuela playfully. Honestly he had no idea what Romero's age was other than he was older. Or at least Florida assumed he was older. Sometimes the state wasn't so sure since Spain had never properly introduced him to the entire Spanish Empire. There probably were a few nations he might have some years on... Not that it mattered anyway. Rutilio wasn't planning on asking any of them to call him their big brother regardless. "I would like to see you do better." ββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏββΏβ <>
<> 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: Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:48 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorJuan was having fun watching the other dancing the Macarena. Or at least, some were trying to. "It's all in the hips, ninos." he showed him how it was done. "Dance with me, Ruti!"{Translations: }(Out of Havana: dude, break dancing is stuff that was done in the 90s when I was a kid xD Lu? D:< That better not be me. Oh well, its better than the nickname Kitty gave me)Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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