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 Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 7:21 pm
 RomeroxValentín
 República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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"Yeah, go dance with your bro. Let me see what you're made of, Pelvis Boy," Romero traded back, leaning against the food table again as the music played. It was halfway through its first round already, but the Venezuelan very much wanted to see what the state was made of. He preferred to see his rival's stuff before showing off his own.
 Out of Caracas: When you were a kid, Lu... thor? You're old! XD But break-dance is still really big--my school had a club that encompasses one-sixth of the entire student body. The nickname is old (and cute); I used it before. Blame Zenonia 2. || I'll post when Armelle/Ruti does. biggrin
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 12:25 am
 Northern Ireland
--Jack Kirkland-- Before Jack could respond to Romero, or point out that in all fairness he couldn't really call himself an enemy of Arthur's for the most part, the Macarena came on and everybody started dancing. He decided to join in too, but then he spotted the jello shots floating around the room. "Oh, wait, I'm really awesome at dancin' when I'm drunk!" clearly, this was not true of anyone, but it did make the dancing substantially more entertaining. He decided to pass this song by inebriating himself, and was content to simply bounce to the rhythm as he popped a few shots into his mouth. When Romero leaned back against the table to watch Florida dance, Jack suddenly remembered that he'd invited him to a cook-off. He probably wouldn't be the best contestant, but the three or four jello shots convinced him otherwise. "Oh! About the cook-off thingie ya asked me about. It sounds like fun, I think. I'll do my best no' to be as awful at cookin' as Arthur is," he said with a laugh as he enjoyed another jello shot; if he was going to be drunk enough to dance after a song or two passed, he was going to have to be efficient with his...drinking...eating. Consumption of alcohol.
(( Out Of Something Creative: asdfGoddammit why do you people only get on when I have to sleep. And for the rest of the day most of you guys will probably be either asleep or at school. I WANNA HAVE FUN TOO *sob sob* ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 9:09 am
 Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorThe Cuban showed them how the dance was done. "This dance was really popular about a decade ago. Yet, people still can't resist dancing to the beat."{Translations: }(Out of Havana: I'm not old! D': pfft >w> I remember when I was in elementary, all the boys were breakdancing)Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 11:28 am
Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
Sophomore I'm the →original←
He's just ←fake→ Georgia blushed a bit when Rutilio laughed, realizing that he was probably ruining the dance. He did as Rutilio instructed, putting his hips into it and blushing even more. “Like zhis?” He asked as he attempted to imitate the other’s movements.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 12:38 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬  Brazil had found her way back into the kitchen while Romero and Jack were speaking to each other. Taking her glass of water and lifting it to her lips, she quickly drank the contents of the glass, removing it after a moment with a satisfied sigh. Maybe it was time for her to sit down and relax for a moment. Like, she had been pushing herself lately a--! Wait, was that music she was hearing? Juliana's blond head twisting around quickly as a bright grin found its way to her lips, her features were flawlessly ecstatic at that moment. "Música! Yay! Eu amo essa música ~!" She exclaimed as she placed her empty glass back into the sink before she bounded over to the make shift dance floor, her coastline making her trademark boing boing! sound the entire time.
Stopping besides Kartlos and Rutilio with her arms out to her side, Juliana looked from one to the other, observing their own personal dancing style. Well, it looked like Rutilio knew what he was doing but Kartlos, hmm, it looked like that he needed some help. "Kartlos! Good! But more like this~" She told him over the music as she moved closer to him, taking both of his hands into her own before tugging him closer to her, her chest crashing against his as they made contact. Taking his left hand, she placed it on her lipid waist before raising her own hand to his shoulder, holding his right hand in her left still. As the Brazilian got a feel for the music, she began to lead Kartlos in a salsa, which shouldn't be too hard for the European to learn since it was relatively easy compared to bachata or samba. Her hips rolled against his own as she spun the two around, giggling happily the entire time.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 9:06 am
 I'm a →country←
Not some ←state→ Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
Sophomore I'm the →original←
He's just ←fake→ “Hmm?” Georgia said, having not heard the Brazilian beauty’s comment. But before he could find out what she had said he was pulled up close against her. Her chest was pushed up against his and he allowed her to move his hand to her waist. He grinned, and then suddenly, they began dancing. For a moment he struggled to keep up, having never been one for dancing, and definately had never danced a salsa. But he learned quickly, since this was with Juliana, and he did enjoy doing things with her. He smile grew as he danced more, and he grew more comfortable. He spun her then pulled her back closer to him. “I see." He said with a grin. "More like this.”
[o.o.c:Was I the only one just waiting for someone to do that?
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 7:51 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Before the Venezuelan could hear the Floridian’s response, Jack decided to wander off toward the abandoned jello shots. The Irelander paused halfway there, remembering the question he’d been asked, and told Romero that he’d be there and that he wouldn’t cook as badly as his brother had. Romero grinned, his mind again returning to that entertaining memory he had related. Juan, as usual, was teaching the traditional Macarena dance to Rutilio and Kartlos, who judging by their dissimilar moves were most atrocious students, but he had left them presently to dance on his own. Juliana, intrigued, took over the teaching role next, leading the Georgian in a most untraditional—for this song anyway—salsa.
A snide thought crossed his mind, and Romero smirked that Ruti, a state unique for his massive tourism industry, had been beaten to the Brazilian touch by his four-eyed friend. His cynical smile, however, was soon replaced with a frown as he realized Juliana had neglected to answer his invitation to a cook-off. Was the alcohol making her forget? Probably not; he could see the pinkish hue of her cheeks fading, replaced gradually by the darker tone of exertion. As the Venezuelan watched, Kartlos scored again by spinning the Brazilian around in an almost Spanish manner. Though he hailed from the mideast, he did indeed have the same rustic European charm. If he’d had a rose between his teeth—and ditched the glasses—the effect would actually work.
Romero realized with a start that he was the only one not dancing, and the alpha male part of him sought immediately to make amends. For both that and Juliana's cold-shouldering. Seeing no opening and no girl to drag in with him, the Venezuelan made for an open enough area within the small crowd and started off near Juan, opening with a few traditional steps of the Macarena. As the singing came on and the tempo increased, Romero eased his way over to an empty table and, seizing its brightly patterned tablecloth hostage, began adding in some steps from the flamenco, twirling and flourishing his improvised cape in classic matador style. The dynamic dance was one of his and Antonio’s favorites, and the flashy cape reminded Romero irresistibly of the Corrido de Toros. He only wished he had on his traje de luces or his blue military uniform of the past. A hat at least would do.
As he swirled the tablecloth once more, he felt it hit something large before dropping unevenly to the ground.Out of Caracas: DF, I doubt Juliana's waist is fat, which is what "lipid" means. And she ignored Romero? || Needed an excuse to get him back in, since Ruti seems to be too busy ogling/dancing to tease him into dancing. || I can't find a visual for what he's doing, so I'll call it fancy footwork with a flourish. XD
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 8:19 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.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ Florida's eyes flashed excitedly at the challenge when Romero invited him to show them what a real macarena looked like, but was immediately distracted when he saw Juan step up to bat and introduce them to the more traditional methods. He chuckled at his gulf neighbor and started to mimic his dance instead. It was fun to do things like this every now and then. He only paused when he saw that his European was being stolen by a wily Brazil! Sneaky!
"I was not done with that!" he said and mockingly shook his fist after them even though he couldn't help grinning at how quickly Georgia was picking up the salsa. Perhaps it was his natural affinity for music, but Rutilio secretly suspected it had more to do with those nice, voluptuous hips guiding him along. Juliana was a very good "tutor" in many ways. It was most impressive.
Although not quite as impressive as the impromptu macarena-flamenco dance! Florida was a bit stunned since he had only ever seen Spain do it once or twice when he was a child. Since then it was usually something he just heard about in stories or perhaps he'd see actors perform it for a movie or as a tourist attraction. To see a more or less authentic dance was very rare and exciting and Rutilio simply stood out of the way to watch. "Haha! That is great! With that tablecloth you look like a mighty picnic matador~!" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> 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: Sat Apr 28, 2012 1:14 am
Northern Ireland
--Jack Kirkland-- Jack chuckled at the idea of a "Picnic Matador", and watched Juliana dancing with Georgia. He couldn't say he didn't envy the guy, she was one hell of a girl, and she knew how to dance. Actually, it seemed like she was the only girl at the party. That was a bit disappointing, since he figured he didn't have to great a chance with her anyway. He resigned himself from the split second of romantic ideas that had sprung from the dancing, and went back to getting drunk and watching Romero's flashy picnic dance.
(( Out Of Something Creative: ))
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:33 am
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorJuan had a smile on his face as he saw everyone dancing. Some didn't dance the Macarena as well, in his opinion, but he didn't mind. When you dance, all you have to do is move your body.{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:51 am
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero couldn’t hold back a grin at his new audience of two, and he turned his pleasure on each of them as he danced. He heard Rutilio pause in his quirky dance routine to call him a 'picnic matador' as he went by, and the phrase compelled him to let out a wild “Olé!” as he fluttered the tablecloth in a particularly extravagant manner. Its billowing descent was interrupted by a solid object, but the Venezuelan didn’t realize he had caught something until he hauled it back. The impromptu cape felt unusually heavy as he swung it back towards him, and Romero positioned his free hand there while relaxing into the simplistic steps of the seguidilla. A sizable glass object struck his palm, and as he felt it over, he recognized it as a wine bottle. Whirling one final time, Romero unwound it from his cape before swirling the latter over his head. Slowing his rhythmic tapping, he finally stopped and faced Rutilio, gesturing with the bottle as if doffing an imaginary hat to him, almost daring the Floridian to do better. Then he settled on a nearby chair and took a long draught from his bottle before setting it back down with a satisfied sigh and wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
How long it had been since he had been able to perform la corrida in public, if at all. He really needed to visit Antonio some more, if only as an excuse to do it again. As he arched backward and extended his legs in a luxuriant stretch, his outstretched hand encountered a thick piece of paper. Picking it up, Romero read it over. It seemed that Axis High was planning a multicultural festival sometime soon. Perhaps he should come in his matador costume and amaze the others with this same improvising dance? But such an occasion might also be a perfect time to wield his sword again in show or en el duelo. Both options sounded awesome, and the Venezuelan mulled it over.
Out of Caracas:
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 4:40 am
 Seychelles
Cherelle PetitFreshmanCherelle walked down the hallway, on her way to her dorm when she heard a familiar sound. Is that... the Macarena? she thought. Curious, Seychelles knocked on the door.
[Out.Of.Fish: We need more females in here. Also, Seychelles is bored.].x..x.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 9:16 am
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorJuan heard a knock on the door. Awesome, more guests. He went over and opened the door "Oh, hola. You're Cherelle, si? Welcome to our fiesta!"{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 11:02 am
Seychelles
Cherelle PetitFreshmanCherelle smiled as the door was opened to reveal that it really was as she had suspected- a party. "Oh bonjour. Ah, oui I'm Cherelle. And you're Juan, right?" she said as she stepped in.
[Out.Of.Fish:].x..x.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 11:44 am
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorHe nodded with a grin on his face "Si. Otherwise known as the Republic of Cuba. Come on in. We got all kinds of food, and music to dance to."{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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