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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 3:46 pm
 Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorJuan followed Rutilio and greeted his brother "Hola, my name is Juan. You may know me as Cuba." he then noticed that he left the dorm "Huh.... Oh well..."{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 6:55 pm
 RomeroxValentín
 República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero was honestly enjoying himself as he danced with Cherelle. The two of them wove their way back and forth across the floor in unison. Now that the Creole had gotten the hang of the opening segment of the bolero, it was time to see what she could do in the next part. He twirled her close and stopped her before she could crash too hard into his chest, using the opportunity he had forged to instruct her briefly. “Ésto es la tercera parte, differencias. Dance in place, and show me what you can do!”
To exemplify his point, he twirled her away and let go, rotating his outstretched arm back in traditional seductive manner before settling into a deceptively simple routine of his own. Tapping one foot repeatedly so that only his toes clacked upon the floor, he eased back and forth and around, weaving a rhythmic circle around Cherelle as he fluttered his impromptu cape in imitation of a butterfly’s wings. Then, stepping rapidly back and maintaining the catchy toe-tapping pattern, he snapped it forward and back in much the manner he would lead a bull, before slowing his steady tapping and crooking a finger to signal to the young Creole that it was now her turn.
 Out of Caracas: "The differencias, or changes of steps, the dancers balancing themselves, execute their steps in place." Excerpted from online.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 9:28 am
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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬  Georgia was actually doing well at following the movements of the bombastic beauty, which definitely caused the drunken grin that widened her nude lips to expand even more. As she spun the two around once more, she was able to get a better look at the dance floor and those who were ipon it. It seemed like two new people have joined the mix. A boy who was younger but who looked like another state since Rutilio is calling him 'hermanito'. And then there was a younger girl who was currently dancing with Romero. Watching as the handsome senior danced with the adorable freshmen causing the buom blond to fall silent for a moment, her chin falling and her blond locks creating a shadow that fell across her face so her disappointment couldn't be seen.
Maybe it was just the alcohol talking but Juliana didn't really want Romero dancing with anyone but herself. Which was a bit hypocritical when you see her dancing with Kartlos like it was no big deal. Letting out a quick sigh through her parted lips, the bodacious Brazilian lifted her head with a charming smile before she refocused her energy and attention on Kartlos and their lovely salsa. As she pressed herself to him once more, she lowered her head a bit to his shoulder, resting her chin upon it for a moment. She didn't really know why she did it, but better yet it definitely helped her calm down from her earlier debocal. Lifting her head once more, her cheek passing his, Juliana then looked up at the Georgian once more with a playful giggle before they continued their close contact and their rythmic dance.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 2:46 pm
Hetalia Fangirly  I'm a →country←
Not some ←state→ Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
Sophomore I'm the →original←
He's just ←fake→ “Are you alright Juliana?” Georgia said, noticing her downturned head and hearing her quiet sigh. He had been focusing so much on the ddance that he hadn't even noticed Nevada come then leave, but as they turned on the makeshift dance floor, two other dancers caught his eye: Romero and a young girl who Kartlos didn't recognize. Was that what was bothering Juliana? He hated to admit it to himself, but if Juliana did like Romero, nothing, certainly not some African girl, would stand in her way, for who could say no to the Brazilian beauty. Of coure, he had no was of knowing for sure that this was what was bothering her, he was simply guess, for he had witnessed firsthand how jealous women could get. “Don't worry." He told her, trying to sound comforting as she laid her head on his shoulder.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 11:13 am
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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ "Hm?" Mused the lovely Juliana as her attention was brought back to the European whom she was still sharing the pleasure of learning the salsa with. Her head was still against the younger's shoulder, her fingertips running across the fabric of his shirt as her emerald orbs peered up at him curiously. "I'm alright Kartlos, I'm just happy that everyone is having such a fun time." She told him before she lifted her head from his shoulder, smiling up at him reassuringly as she gave his shoulder a quick squeeze. "You, don't worry. I have nothing to worry about. Things are going along so nicely~!" She told him as she spun the pair around once more.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 7:12 pm
 Seychelles
Cherelle PetitFreshmanCherelle twirled as Romero spun her, leaning in close to hear his instructions, then watching the Venezuelan's solo dance. And with a simple gesture, the young girl realized it was now her turn. Unlike Romero, Cherelle remained in one place as she danced, her feet never once leaving the ground, the rest of her body moving gracefully and seductively as she danced an adaptation of a traditional Seychellois Sega.
[Out.Of.Fish: Crap laptop is being a fail emotion_8c ].x..x.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 7:43 pm
I'm a →country←
Not some ←state→ Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
Sophomore I'm the →original←
He's just ←fake→ “Okay...” Georgia said, traces of doubt showing in his voice as they spun around once again. He smiled back at her, trying to just enjoy the dancing. "Yes this is quite fun. Perhaps I should have tried zhis dancing thing a long time ago." He said with a silly smile.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 8:29 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero, for his part, continued a slower tap as he watched Cherelle perform la differencias. She had adapted to even this central part of the bolero at an incredible rate--after watching his solo, Cherelle danced her own in a way that blended perfectly with the passionate music. The Venezuelan even thought he could see portions of his own flitting movements mirrored in her dance, as she swept her voluminous skirts back and forth in imitation of his mariposa. The Creole was a marvelous dancer--she didn't look like she had ever needed Europe to teach her that.
As Cherelle slowed, the whiplike motion of her skirts became much more graceful and sinuous, and Romero took this time to advance on her and continue the bolero. Its movements, he recalled, had been modeled after the teasing hit-and-miss style of the bullfight, and he intended to follow it. The Venezuelan reached out for his partner with both hands, and as she extended her hands in turn, he shied away with a flirtacious flip of the cape that just barely caressed her cheek. Then he came forward again, and was teased likewise by the Creole, who skid back with a shake and a smile. Then they advanced, clasped hands, and continued.
A little later in the dance, Romero adjusted his hold on Cherelle to talk to her some more. "¿Qué piensa ella?" he breathed softly in her ear. "How do you enjoy el bolero?" The Venezuelan's lips lingered there a little longer before he bent closer and planted a light kiss upon her cheek.
As he leaned back to a more impersonal distance, Romero noticed that Juliana and Kartlos were now dancing together in such a way that the former could see him and Cherelle. A dark shadow formerly obscured the Brazilian's eyes, but he thought he saw them flash jealously. A moment's worry shot through him before Romero dismissed it by turning back to Cherelle with a smile. He had wanted to dance with Juliana first, but she had already paired herself off with that bespectacled Georgian. The party was far from over, and she would dance with him next,anyways.
Out of Caracas:
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 9:20 pm
Seychelles
Cherelle PetitFreshmanCherelle smile grew as he came back towards her to continue the dance. She extended her arms towards him, only to see him back away. She smirked, and as he came towards her, she slid back before he could grasp her hands. And then they returned to the same pattern of dancing she had just recently mastered. And in the middle of the dance, Romero adjusted his grip once again, though this time to speak to her. Though she didn't understand the Spanish part, she could understand the English, and what she heard was enough. "Oui, j'adore danser avec toi." she cooed quietly in his ear. "This was very fun, I like this dance." she giggled and blushed as the Venezuelan lightly kissed her cheek. She smiled at him as he leaned back, though she noticed his gaze trailing away from her. She followed his eyes to the other couple who had been dancing in the room. Then she met Romero's gaze again, not paying much thought to his sudden distraction as he smiled again and her smile grew as she enjoyed this fun and foreign dance.
[Out.Of.Fish: Oui, j'adore danser avec toi. = Yes, I love dancing with you.].x..x.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 1:17 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ "Yeah~!" The Brazilian exclaimed joyfully as she then distanced the pair, spinning around on the ball of her bare foot as she hand her hands held above her head. Suddenly her pace quickened as her feet began to move back and forth as she flung her body weight from one leg to the other. These jolting movements were then met with her arms that arched over her head before beginning to twist about as she preformed her favorite dance, the samba.
It matched the music if only for Juliana's advanced sense of rythmn as she continued to shake her hips in a fast-paced, but at the same time, semi-erotic frenzy. Her smile widened as a loud chuckle escaped her throat, her eyes seeming to shine as she found he way back to the music, pushing her previous, jealous thoughts from her mind at an instant. "You should learn how to do more dancing Kratlos, it's a great way to exercise and to stay healthy, but most of all, it's so much fun~!" She then skipped to the side, landing on one foot before she continued her dancing. The alcohol was definitely still present in her system, although it was pretty unlikely that she would get a hang over from it, since she can party like a bad-a** whenever she wanted.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 7:29 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero laughed as he and Cherelle continued their cat-and-mousing. The music had invigorated everyone in the party, Romero included, and he gradually fell more out of tune with the actual time. The dancing had been the best thing they’d decided to do all night. Even better than piñata-making! When they twirled at an appropriate angle, the Venezuelan snuck glances at Juliana to see if she showed any signs of growing bored with the dancing. At the moment, she was dancing near Kartlos but not as his partner; her arms were raised in standard samba position as she bounced and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Romero figured that the Brazilian wouldn’t seek him out for a little while, and that suited him just fine. There was still much dancing left to do!
Although the music had changed to include abrupt clapping noises, the underlying melody sounded somewhat peaceful with its harp- and guitarlike tones. The Venezuelan thought he recognized elements of his native joropo in the music, and adjusted his dance accordingly so that he and his Creole partner were gliding gently along.
They danced together in close formation for some time, and then the tempo changed, hastening in tempo but little in pitch. Romero, in tune with the music, started shifting forward and back with short sweeping steps. She picked up in his change of step and quickly copied him. The Venezuelan grinned at her graceful speed in picking up these unfamiliar moves. She must have dance running through her veins!
A few minutes later, the melody became more dynamic, as the sounds of stomping feet and clicking castanets were added to the rhythm. It also became louder, as someone had decided to turn up the boombox, but the Venezuelan didn't mind. Romero couldn't resist stomping along with the heavily accented beat, a silly grin spreading across his face as he mimicked the joropo's staccato tune. This was his favorite part of his country's national dance. The only thing he had to worry about was stepping on Cherelle's feet, for he was stomping his foot rather hard on the floor in an attempt to drown out the rhythm.
Out of Caracas: I feel like they should say something? || Well, I've summarized the whole dance now. || Seems Kitty's waiting for a 'final post' somewhere in the guild to start the new day?
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 3:18 pm
Connecticut ▀▄▀C▄▀▄▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀N▄▀▄▀▄ ▀N▄▀▄▀▄▀E▄▀▄▀
The One who's name is Lost forever. I'm Conne, stuck in the shadows of larger states, I really am a state! I swear! Why can't anyone notice me? I'm not a no one, I'm Conneticut, the Constitution State, remember me? ▄▀W▄▀▄H▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀▄▀A▄▀M▄▀▄I▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄ Connecticut grumbled as he slowly approached the door, he was really scared knock and tell the partygoers to shut up so he could sleep. What if they tried pelting him with rocks? Or Hang him like Nathan Hale? He did not want to end up like Hale. So he stood at the door longer then should off just staring at the wood in front of him trying to build up the courage to knock.
A few times he reached his hand out but before he could he drew it away again, he was just to scared. Finally he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Maybe they wouldn’t here him…..and wouldn’t come out and pelt him with rocks.
Nutmeg state!
Out of Hartford
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 5:47 pm
 Northern Ireland
--Jack Kirkland-- Jack was about to finish off another jello shot when he heard a knock at the door. Everyone else was already hanging out with someone else, so he figured this was his chance to make a new friend and stop sitting in the corner by himself. He crossed the dance floor, weaving past the dancers (unsuccessfully; he bumped into several of them on the way) and opened the door, giving a broad, friendly smile at whoever ended up being in front of him, not really even paying attention to who it even was. "Hey there! Come to join the party?"
(( Out Of Something Creative: I GOT BORED ))
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 12:09 pm
Connecticut ▀▄▀C▄▀▄▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀N▄▀▄▀▄ ▀N▄▀▄▀▄▀E▄▀▄▀
The One who's name is Lost forever. I'm Conne, stuck in the shadows of larger states, I really am a state! I swear! Why can't anyone notice me? I'm not a no one, I'm Conneticut, the Constitution State, remember me? ▄▀W▄▀▄H▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀▄▀A▄▀M▄▀▄I▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄ Connecticut jumped when some one opened the door, he was scared out of his mind so he looked at his feet not looking at who answered the door., "U-ummm n-no I-I ugh" he fiddled with his hands. "i umm uhg" his voice started to get very quite and it was no difficult to hear. "I w-was j-just,,,ummm" he noticed he didn't answer the speakers question, so he decided to answer that first before telling his neighbors to be quite so he could sleep. "I ugh n-no t-thank you" he said, only a person with mega hearing could of heard him.
He then looked up from his shoes to the speaker, it was Jack. "Oh Jack.....h-hi" he said a bit louder. But Jack would probably not know who he is, no one ever did.
Nutmeg state!
Out of Hartford
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:10 pm
Northern Ireland
--Jack Kirkland-- Jack stood there and continued smiling blankly. He could see the boy's mouth moving, but no sound came out. "I can't hear a word yer sayin', mate," he shouted over the noise. "C'mon, you should join the party! I need someone to hang out with anyway," he added as he slung his arm around the state's shoulders.
(( Out Of Something Creative: ))
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