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 Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 6:13 pm
 RomeroxValentín
 República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero stumbled as Nevada attempted to assert himself once more by heaving him off his feet singlehandedly. Then he recalled Rutilio by calling out to his brother, promising that a 'Mister Hotpants' was going to show his stuff.
The Venezuelan wondered for a moment who Marcos was referring to. When the latter smirked back at him, he realized that that meant him. "No, I insist. Minors first," Romero responded testily. That culo was really starting to get on his nerves. Now he remembered exactly why he despised America so.
Even more shocking was Rutilio's reaction to all this. "You were trying to seduce mi hermanito?!" he cried.
¿¡Qué en fuego--!? "What have you been drinking?" Romero demanded of the Floridian. "If anyone, your hermanito has been trying to seduce me! Sweeping my feet out from under me como fue una menina-!" His tone had risen remarkably little, for all the effort he was putting into not outright yelling at them both. He was, however, sorely tempted to unsheathe his sword.
Taking a breath to calm himself down, Romero turned again to the cocky Nevadan. "For that, niño, you dance. Children first."
 Out of Caracas: El Bolivar es muy enojado XD
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 6:22 pm
 Party Centeral!
Nevada at Your Service! Swing, swing baby but you'll never make a hit! As much fun as Marcus was having teasing the poor Spaniard, he knew when enough was enough. He backed down submissively, and offered the girl forward like a prize. He didn't need an old nation mad at him on his first day.
"You win dude, chill out~" he chuckled, flashing the black joker between his forefingers. "But don't you go and have a bad evening because of me. Cut loose and jive, man! Take some risks~ Make some bets!" His eyes sparkled when he talked about bets and gambling. Man, there probably wasn't a casino for miles out here. The though perturbed him a little as he sauntered off to find Florida.
"Hey bro, whacha got to drink around here?" He chuckled, slapping his bro on the back. Watch your back baby, cuz I ain't ever giving inCurrent Sobreity Level: Sober as a clam...wait, are clams sober? SoPhOmOrE BaBy
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 6:47 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Marcos took the hint and backed down, but too easily, shoving Seychelles in front of him like a prize. Or possibly a meat shield. He must be new here. Romero smirked at having defeated the Nevadan in this little war of wills, but was disappointed to find that the other had simply decided to give up.
Marcos sauntered off in search of a drink, heading in the complete wrong direction. Romero was in better spirits now, and he was willing to lend a more altruistic hand to the cocky American, since he seemed new here. "Where are you going, amigos?" he asked. "The tequila's that way." Romero pointed them at the table he had just vacated, which still had a decent amount of vodka, beer, rum, and other alcoholic beverages, as well as an overwhelmingly Hispanic supply of food.
Wasn't Marcos a good card player too? Romero had heard much about his talents as a magician too. "Oye, Marcos," he called before he and Cherelle could wander too far away. "You're pretty good at magic, aren't you? I've heard much about your skills back home. I'm from Venezuela, by the way," he added. "You?"
Out of Caracas: Meep. Expected more fight. Still up for a dance off later?
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 6:51 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 blinked when he saw how angry Romero was getting about flirting with Nevada a little. Why was he getting so upset? Ah! Maybe Venezuela wasn't prepared to tell the rest of his family yet! His smile turned more sympathetic and gentle as he placed a hand on the older man's shoulder.
"Do not be embarrassed, amigo! That sort of thing is starting to become more common, si?" Florida said more than asked cheerfully. "It does not make you look girly at all, but I will not say anything to Juan. Your secret is safe with me~!" Although the question about what he'd been drinking reminded him that his glass was getting empty. Without any further concern about Venezuela's sexual preferences he all but frolicked away to go collect more tequila jello shots.
Just as he was starting to down one he felt Nevada slap him on the back and he struggled not to accidentally choke on the treat. He turned to the younger state and smiled. "Tequila and vodka mostly! We had some Don Equis before, but it was too powerful and needed to be removed," he said as he offered one of the shots. "Here! Brazil made jello tequila shots. They are very good~!" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> 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: Tue May 01, 2012 6:55 pm
Party Centeral!
Nevada at Your Service! Swing, swing baby but you'll never make a hit! When Romero called him back, Marcus was reluctant to turn around. He had unbent his pride enough to keep his slate clean for his first day tomorrow, but he really didn't want a fight. A dance off could get out of hand right now, but maybe at a bigger dance, more people and less temptation. But when he turned, he saw no malice in the older nation's eyes, but rather curiosity of some sort. When directed toward food and beverage, he nodded gratefully and helped himself to a lukewarm beer and a soft taco. After gulping down the taco and chasing it with a few swigs of beer, he felt better.
"You could say that." He replied distantly when prompted about his magic. It was showier than anything England had tried to teach him, mostly slight of hand. But he did know a few true magics, such as true levitation, alchemy and summoning of sorts. He really did prefer to work with cards...He pulled the ace of spades from his back pocket, and with a twist of his wrist and a quick mutter of phrase, it was transformed into a beautiful white dove that perched on his finger. Watch your back baby, cuz I ain't ever giving inCurrent Sobreity Level: Sober as a clam...wait, are clams sober? SoPhOmOrE BaBy (( Marcus is a troublemaker, but he doesn't want it on his first day. The Spaniard was being more resistant than most ;D Don't worry they will face off soon~))
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 7:33 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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It seemed he had intimidated the state more than he had intended to, for Marcos hesitated before answering him. Damn, those war days just followed him everywhere--being a diplomat just didn't suit Romero at all. But in retrospect, he should have been easier on the young state. Marcos, like Ruti, was related to America after all. Romero considered it a plus when the Nevadan--now he remembered Ruti mentioning that earlier--permitted himself to be escorted to the banquet table. There, he proceeded to produce a dove from a single playing card.
Having seen a magic show but once in his life, Romero was impressed. "Qué chevere!" he praised. "What else can you do?"
Out of Caracas:
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 9:04 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 watched as Nevada completely blew off his offered tequila jello shot without a word. Well, that hadn't been very nice at all considering he was the one who initiated the conversation. Oh, well, the younger states were impatient and had short attention spans like that sometimes. Rutilio shrugged it off and popped the jello shot in his mouth instead as he turned his attention to Cuba.
"Brothers can be cruel sometimes, si?" he said more than asked with a chuckle. "At least I always have you, Juan~!" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> 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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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 9:29 pm
 Northern Ireland
--Jack Kirkland-- Jack sat and watched, his smile becoming broader as the alcohol started taking its effect, as more people arrived at the party. At least there was another girl here, even if they still remained in high demand. He started scanning the room for people who weren't busy, trying to find someone to chat with. He was starting to get bored just sitting and drinking by himself.
(( Out Of Something Creative: *curls up in a ball and attempts to recover from ten hours on an airplane* ))
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:05 am
 Seychelles
Cherelle PetitFreshmanCherelle stumbled towards Romero as Marcus offered her to him. She seemed a little sad that the dance battle never happened, it would've been really awesome. But then again, that gave her more time to have fun with the men. She grabbed one of the jello tequila shots that Rutilio offered, then turned back to Romero. “So how about you and I dance then monsieur Romero?” She said as she practically inhaled the shot.
[Out.Of.Fish: Dance battle at the multicultural festival maybe? emotion_dowant ] .x..x.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 8:22 am
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Cherelle, bored with Marcos' magicks, had taken to inhaling shot after tequila shot. After a short time, she asked Romero to dance with her with a most charming politeness befitting her French heritage. Though startled at her forthrightness, he was somewhat pleased that the island nation had ignored his Nevadan competition in the same move.
"Claro que sí!" Romero agreed, more than willing to dance together with the prettyy freshman. The music had crescendoed again and, taking her dainty hands in his, he proceeded to lead her on the dance floor in a fast-paced bolero. It was yet another dance he had inherited from Antonio, and in its most traditional form, it was one of the sharpest dances in the world. The Venezuelan stepped and swirled across the dance floor, spinning the Creole along with him, and though his sharp and abrupt motions confused her at first, Cherelle quickly got the hang of it and was soon dancing elegantly beside him. Romero spun and dipped her low in much the same manner Marcos had him, and smiled enticingly down at her.
Out of Caracas:
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 8:55 am
 Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorJuan chuckled and gave Ruti a bear hug "But of course! We're closer than any hermano~!"{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 11:28 am
Seychelles
Cherelle PetitFreshmanCherelle placed her hands in Romero's and followed his movements and, though she had no clue what she was doing and wasn't a very good dancer at all, soon enough she got the confusing dance down without ever stepping on anyone's feet. She smiled at the handsome hispanic nation as she danced, her long formfitting dress swishing and swaying elegantly around her.
[Out.Of.Fish: Rushed post is rushed...].x..x.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 12:29 pm
Party Centeral!
Nevada at Your Service! Swing, swing baby but you'll never make a hit! Marcus felt bad about Florida, not seeing him before he left with Romero. Now he was bored and tired of the lights, something he wasn't used too. He missed his old drinking buddies, and mostly the mountains. There wasn't a mountain for miles here. He also missed the flashing lights of Las Vegas, and all of the friends he'd made among the performers. Suddenly, he didn't much feel like drinking. He made his way toward the door and stepped gratefully into the cool night air. He sighed and walked to the rail that looked out over the courtyard. Arriving so late, his dorm was close to the top floor, and the patch of green below looked so peaceful. He walked a few steps down, just so that he would be thought creepy sitting outside the 'party dorm' and sank onto the weather-worm carpet floor. Maybe it would be harder than he thought to fit in among other nations. The only ones of his siblings he knew were Florida, because the state was very friendly toward younger states, and the other three in the Perfect Square Quad. He wondered if Utah, New Mexico, or Colarado were here... Watch your back baby, cuz I ain't ever giving inCurrent Sobreity Level: Sober as a clam...wait, are clams sober? SoPhOmOrE BaBy
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 3:23 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 laughed as he was all but lost in Cuba's hug and smiled brightly. Whenever he got pulled into one of those bear hugs it felt like he'd been transported back in time to when he was just a little chico.
"Si! Closer than any..." Rutilio hesitated when he saw Nevada, who was normally the life of the party, sitting down by himself. "... hermanito?" That wasn't like Nevada to be shy at a party. Then again, Florida had never seen his little brother trying to deal with unfamiliar nations before, either. It could be a bit intimidating even for the bravest states.
"Juan, time to use your hermano powers," he said before moving over to check on the younger state, hoping he could present Cuba as a friendly nation who wasn't quite as hotblooded as Venezuela. That and even Rutilio could tell he was pretty drunk right now and might need some help with this.
... Ok, maybe Cuba wasn't the best choice considering his bad relations with America, but it would be hard to find a nation that didn't have some sort of grudge against their country and Florida at least knew Juan would be nice so long as it wasn't actually Alfred.
With that in mind he moved over to Nevada and lightly tapped the lonely looking boy on the head. "Que pasa? You do not look so good!" the Spanish American said more than asked. "Do you need a laugh? I can use my Cracker accent if you want to hear it?" For some reason a lot of the younger states (when they were little kids) thought it was funny to hear him actually using a Southern dialect. He didn't think it was quite so funny himself, but such was the humor of children and he was fine with it so long as they were happy. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> 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 May 02, 2012 3:32 pm
Party Centeral!
Nevada at Your Service! Swing, swing baby but you'll never make a hit! Marcus looked up when Florida tapped him on the head and cracked a smile when he talked about his accent. A distant memory of that silly voice made him chuckle to himself.
"Nah, thanks though, bro." He laughed, standing up and playfully punching his bolder brother in the arm. "I think I'm gonna turn in early tonight though, school tomorrow and such~ Thanks for the music though. You're the best, bro~" He smiled waved goodbye, walking back down the corrider to his own dorm. He was planning to scoop up Margie for a bit then hit the hay. That bus ride had wiped him out. Watch your back baby, cuz I ain't ever giving inCurrent Sobreity Level: Sober as a clam...wait, are clams sober? SoPhOmOrE BaBy
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