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 Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 10:58 pm
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Landon Blackwell Jones
||||!~The Golden Boy~!||||
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“Hey! How dare you ignore me, you short, old, red-faced, hairy-browed loser Brit!” Landon yelled angrily at his back. “I gave you the name, and I tattled on my bro! You should show more appreciation for me than that!” He was honestly quite miffed that Arthur would so bluntly ignore him, the golden state; after all the help he had offered that lousy redcoat too! Under any circumstances, the Californian hated being ignored, but this time hurt even more because he had inadvertently betrayed a fellow state to the evil Disciplinary Squad as well. Although the idea was idiocy and he knew it, Landon wished he had some paper and a jumbo straw in his pocket; then he could blow angry spitwads at the gentleman’s retreating behind for as long as he wanted. But although Landon could outrun Arthur on foot most days, he didn’t want to try it when the latter was astride a horse.
“Honestly!” he complained to Rutilio, who presented the next best option for the state’s feelings to be vented on. “I snitch and you stare, and he thanks you for doing almost nothing! I hope Andrew hears him coming from a mile away!”
***
 ||~You wish You were the Golden State~|| Out of San Francisco: Landon, it's a little odd for colonial sentiment to be coming from YOU...
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 11:27 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 GentlemanThe blonde turned his head to the Californian State. He hadn't left let and heard him very clearly. "Honestly, if you wanted attention, there are other ways without having to be so rude." No matter what Arthur did or say there is always someone pissed at him for something. "I appreciate the information but next time make due without the nasty comments. Bad manners you know." (Out of Tea: Iggy only ignored him for calling about his eyebrows the second he walked in. ^.^; )
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 May 15, 2012 11:52 pm
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," the Californian answered stiffyl, not really sorry at all. This time, Landon waited until he could no longer hear Iris' trotting hooves before adding "Priss" under his breath. Thus contented, he returned distractedly to his work, a bit disappointed at having not gotten the rise out of England he had hoped for. But he had gotten something, so Landon considered that a prank well-spent. All he regretted was wasting so much drama on England. (Phone. Boredom does strange things to the rowdy Westerner; I've seen it myself XD || Anyone else from the West? || Guess who might have a later run in with the squad? biggrin || Landon, you are a terrible CA rep! Hey, I'm just a stereotypical rep! You shoulda known that! Priss. You--!)
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 7:06 am
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 made a face at the thought of California sending his paparazzi lackeys after him. There was nothing in the world worse than dealing with those goons. He'd rather go to war with his neighbor Georgia again over trying to avoid those guys.
Rutilio just watched the whole drama between his brother and England while wondering why both California and Nevada seemed to have a thing for causing trouble with nations. Oh, well, their mischievous natures were part of their charms, after all. Florida was only so good at navigating through them because of his age and experience as the oldest state and having been forced to work with or under many nations over the years.
"You're welcome~!" he told Arthur cheerfully even though it was Landon who had actually told him who the owner was. Florida smiled as he turned his attention to his stubborn little brother and chuckled. "You're going to get yourself in a lot of trouble, si?" he said more than asked then was silent for a few moments.
"... I kind of want to watch it. England and Tennessee, I mean. If I remember correctly from the Revolutionary War and 1812 those two can be ferocious on the battlefield against one another..." Rutilio was pretty sure Arthur had never actually beaten Andrew in a fight before, but their battles had been in the South where Tennessee had a home field advantage. The likelihood of him winning a bout against England here was slim to none, but the likelihood of the Volunteer State trying anyway if challenged was even higher. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> 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 16, 2012 7:55 am
"Me? Get in trouble? I would never!" Landon protested, as if absolutely nothing had happened between him and England moments ago. At the thought of England and Tennessee duking it out on the battlefield again, he smirked. "Andrew'll win, that's for sure!" he declared, though he too had never seen a conclusive fight between the two. "Arthur is so stuffy, though," the Californian griped. "I wasted so much energy trying to get him to react. I wonder what it would take to get him truly angry?" Dungeons danced in his mind yet again, and he wondered if he should really try.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 8:10 am
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.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ Rutilio knew that a good big brother wouldn't encourage their siblings to do naughty things, but... he really liked the flustered, red, huffy looks that England got when he was upset or embarrassed. It was always fun setting off the tsundere and so he was happy to help.
"He used to get upset when I would call him Captain," Florida said with a small shrug. "Now that he prefers acting like a gentleman he gets upset if you bring up his pirating days." Which Rutilio was all too happy to bring up even though the former pirate hunter had suffered a great deal as a child trying to protect Cuba and Mexico from England's raids. He never had been one to linger on past slights and such. If he had then Florida would spend his whole life brooding over old grudges. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> 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 16, 2012 3:39 pm
☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★
Landon Blackwell Jones
||||!~The Golden Boy~!||||
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“Captain Artie doesn’t like his captain days?” Landon stroked an imaginary beard, distracting himself yet again from his worksheets. “I’ll have to remember that!”
He couldn’t help it; past experience had taught him that random distractions could sometimes spawn wondrous inventions such as the personal computer. Never mind that these days those same random inspirations inclined to get him in trouble.
There is no anger like a gentleman’s anger, California thought happily, as his worksheets slowly turned into a confusing mess of pranks and schemes.
***
||~You wish You were the Golden State~|| Out of San Francisco:
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 9:15 am
 ☆ Eduard Von Bock ☆
The Genius Sophomore After working on a few equations, Eduard heard the sound of the bell ringing. He closed his notebook and got up "Well, Toris, our next class is home economics. Looks like we'll be able to relax a bit." Eesti Vabariik
Republic of Estonia Estonian >> English {Out Of Tallinn:}
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 11:43 am
 Toris Laurinaitis
Sophmore not that he had anything against the rest of his classmates, but it always felt good to study something you're naturally good at. He grabbed his things and headed out. (OOC: )Translations
Lithuanian to English:
labas rytas
Good Morning.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 4:01 pm
☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★
Landon Blackwell Jones
||||!~The Golden Boy~!||||
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In due time, the third period bell rang, startling the drowsing Landon hallway out of his seat. His head snapped up from where it had been nodding, and he hastily rearranged his features into an expression of alertness, aiming to prove to the teacher that he had been completely awake all class. But there was no need for such defensive maneuvers at present; Landon could not see the teacher for the seething mass of students flooding him with completed assignments. Forcing his way in, the Californian dropped his sheets into the teacher’s startled hands and darted out to third period.
Home economics, he thought as he ran. Great. I hate sewing…
***
||~You wish You were the Golden State~|| Out of San Francisco:
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 10:51 am
~Lundy~Diana KirklandI'm bloody Lundy you dimwits! [colour=turquoise]Diana slouched to her maths lesson reluctantly. There was a childish scowl plastere across her face as she slumped into a chair. Out Of Cups:
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 9:39 am
 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.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬After a rather enjoyable lunch with Hal, she and him both returned to the hallway they were previously. But instead this time she and him entered their math classroom instead of the art one, which kind of bummed out the micronation since Art is definitley her best subject. "So yeah, I live with my big brother Brett, he's the country of Australia, but I have my own house and Prince and everything. We got in a tiffy when he wouldn't let my Prince make a driveway so he just helped be declare independence so he could do anything he wanted." She mused to him as she took a seat next to him, noticing her sister-cousin Lundy sitting not too far from the pair. She wanted to reach her hand up and wave at the girl, acknowledging her, but she was slumped in her chair with a scowl on her usually posh features. So instead she decided to wait for a more opportune moment. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 5:41 am
The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Despite England's warnings for Andrew to get the horse home, when the state returned he had his horse with him still. The moment the teacher tried to question or stop him, he fixed the poor professor with a glare until they backed down. If someone had a problem with Iris then they had a problem with him. Iris seemed unaware of the trouble she was causing simply by being a horse. The chestnut mare looked around at the class curiously as she remained close to Tennessee and followed him to his desk. Something about the way her dark eyes flickered almost made it look like she was smiling cheerfully at everyone and couldn't have been happier to make their acquaintance.Tennessee settled into his desk and opened his text book as if there was nothing odd about what was going on although he had a faint blush on his cheeks considering how much attention his pet was earning him. The only time he enjoyed that much attention was when he was on stage playing his guitar. He hesitated before glancing at the girl next to him. "Hey... What page are we on?" he asked. ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Grade 9
The Volunteer <>
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 5:48 am
~Lundy~Diana KirklandI'm bloody Lundy you dimwits! Diana blinked, she hadn't done a single bit of work. When a male voice asked her what page they were on she glanced upwards at the board, surprised to see that the page number had been replaced with a diagram. Bloody hell that was quick.... The english island stuttered, "Er....s-sorry sir but I have no idea... should've been paying attention really I s-suppose... you could try asking the teacher though...?" Diana could never bring herself to actually do anything in maths, but for once move her head to the side to get a look at who was talking to her. She didn't recognise the boy, but suspected that he was American from the slight twang to his voice.Out Of Cups:
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 6:03 am
The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Tennessee made a soft noise somewhere between a hum and a grunt of acknowledgement that she didn't know. He gave her a bit of a funny look at the stutter in her voice. Was she nervous? It had been a long time since someone he didn't know acted like they were nervous around him. Then again, her voice did have a very noticeable accent that reminded him a little too much of England. From what North Carolina and the other former British colonies told him the Kirkland family was massive so maybe it wasn't too surprising. "You related to the lobsterback?" he asked bluntly, not even thinking once about someone potentially taking offense to his little "nickname" for England. To him that might as well have been Arthur's name. ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Grade 9
The Volunteer <>
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