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 Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 4:49 pm
 Seychelles
Cherelle PetitFreshmanCherelle enjoyed the rest of the first dance until the song changed, and they shifted into a different dance, closer together, and just as enjoyable. She quickly caught on to this new dance, even when he changed it a bit. She was beginning to get good at dancing! As the song grew louder and clicking and stomping sounds were added to the music, and Romero began stomping his feet to the beat, Cherelle tapped her feet as well, her high heeled sandals making a faint clicking sound against the hard wood floor of their makeshift dance floor.
When Jack made his way across the dance floor, he bumped into Seychelles, throwing her off balance. In an attempt to keep her feet from getting stomped on as she tried to regain her balance, she tried to step backwards and ended up falling to the ground. As she stood, she turned to see who it was that bumped into her. She was shocked to see Jack. She hadn't realized he was here! She thought he was just a potted plant!
The song was just about over, and it was pretty late out, so once she picked herself back up and dusted off her dress she decided to leave. "Well, Monsieur Romero, it was wonderful meeting you and dancing with you, but it's getting late, so I'm going to be heading back to my dorm. Perhaps I'll see you again later?" she said, tilting her head a little as she spoke the last sentence.
[Out.Of.Fish: I'm sorry. I am so sorry. But I just had to. I am horrible. // I guess so... Since we're about to end the day, I'm about to start sending all my characters back to their dorms.] .x..x.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 5:11 pm
I'm a →country←
Not some ←state→ Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
Sophomore I'm the →original←
He's just ←fake→ “Perhaps you should teach me?” Georgia suggested. Seeing another girl about to leave, he glanced up at the clock. My goodness, it's early in the morning! He took Juliana's hand. "It's getting pretty late. How about we return to our dorm?"
[Out.Of.Music: Gah! Short posts are short, I'm sorry! // Since the day's about to end I'm trying to get all my characters to their dorms. // Aww that means we don't get to have Wy and Ohio. cry We'll have to do that soon.]
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 5:29 pm
 RomeroxValentín
 República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Cherelle was endeavoring to keep her feet away from Romero's raucous stomping when Jack bumped into her from behind, causing her to trip and stumble. In an attempt to right herself, the Creole tripped and fell to the floor. Romero raised his hand to support her when she stood, but by then she was already on her feet. Cherelle seemed to think nothing of her fall when she spoke. "Monsieur Romero, it was wonderful dancing with you, but it's getting late; I really must be heading to my dorm."
Was it that late already? But he hadn't gotten to dance with Juliana yet! Say it isn't so! But indeed it was--when the Venezuelan checked the sky again, it was already gray and slowly lightening. He mentally slapped himself on the forehead. He hadn't meant to party that long--then again, Romero had indeed come here to savor his last day of freedom before classes tomorrow--but now that he had pulled an all-nighter, he was going to have a hell of a time getting back to sleep. Half-assed class, here I come...
"Perhaps I'll see you again later?" Cherelle asked with a cute tilt of the head.
"Hmm?" Romero blinked back at her for a moment. Recovering from his stupor, he smiled. "Sí, claro. I'll see you tomorrow." He saluted the Creole on an impulse and watched as she walked away. As she headed for the door, the Venezuelan glanced back at everyone who was still dancing. Juan was actually the only dancer left, as Rutilio had dragged him dancing to the banquet to greet Markus, who had already left. Ruti himself was munching some jello shots, while Kartlos had separated from Juliana shortly after Cherelle had Romero. The Georgian was grinning as he spoke, perhaps from joy at having a chance to dance with the beautiful girl. The Brazilian, for her part, had slowed her samba to bid him farewell, but she didn't stop dancing. The Venezuelan debated hanging around in case she wanted to talk to him, but another glance out the window convinced him otherwise. Anything she had to tell him--like her willingness to wage a cook-off in his dorm with Luis and Jack--could wait until tomorrow. With that, he headed for the door. Out of Caracas: Speak of the devil; after I told myself to wait for your post, HF, there you were!
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 5:37 pm
Seychelles
Cherelle PetitFreshmanCherelle smiled. "Alright! See ya!" she said, waving as she skipped off to her dorm. She blew him a friendly kiss before she exited the dorm, grinning widely.
[Out.Of.Fish: // ].x..x.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 10:26 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero waved back at the Creole as she left Dorm 24 and cast one last look at the partyers. Perhaps they all wanted to perform even worse than he in tomorrow’s classes, but Romero certainly wasn’t about to rejoin them, not when his own future performance was already in jeopardy. “Bye, all!” he yelled over the radio, uncertain if anyone would hear him before he left. “Bye Jack; bye, Rutilio; bye, Juan; bye, Kartlos; bye, Juliana!” The last farewell was particularly emphatic, as the Venezuelan overcompensated for his fading voice by cupping his mouth with his hands.
On his way out, Romero bumped into Jack. He seemed to be trying to talk to another person over the noise of the party. By the looks of him, this person was another state, although Romero couldn’t guess which one. “Hey, Jack,” he said, tapping the Irelander with a hand and indicating the gray skies with a thumb toward the windows inside. “You might want to head back to your dorm. It’s almost dawn. I’m leaving, myself; see you around.” With a nod at the strange state, Romero rounded the corner and walked down the hallway to his dorm.
As he walked, Jack, too, checked the skies and recognized the time of night. But the realization hit him far harder than it had Romero. "My leprechauns!!" he shouted, shoving the Venezuelan aside in a mad panic to get back to his dorm.
Romero stared after him for a time before resuming his walk. Leprechauns...?Out of Caracas: Hope I didn't miss anyone... || Lu, Pork, I have no idea if Luis and Franny are done in Dorm 25, so I'm going to assume they're not.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 10:35 pm
(( too busy to do the posting style ))
"Wait ********' s**t, seriously??" He glanced out the window, and sure enough he saw the grey sky slowly getting lighter. The sudden realization that he'd stayed up all night and gotten drunk on a school night hit him like a brick, and shortly after it was followed by the fact that he'd also left Bevin and Finn alone together in his dorm. "MY LEPRECHAUNS" he shouted without thinking to explain what he was talking about. He grabbed his coat and hurried back to his dorm to make sure they hadn't gotten themselves into any trouble.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 9:30 am
 Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorMorning had finally arrived, Juan was still tired from that awesome party last night. If his sister hears about this, she be in a jealous rage. He dressed up in the uniform they sent him and heads to Rutilio's room, knocking on the door. "Oye, Ruti. Get up, it's time for school. Remember, we're going to the office together to get our schedules."{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 11:19 am
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 an arm came around him, "N-no t-thank I just--" he was cut off from all the goodbyes, well it was over that was good. When someone mentioned the time he almost passed out, he got no sleep! The arm around him detached and Jack ran off. "Ugh..." Conne was plain out confused.
So the boy pretended he was lost and hurried back to his own neighboring dorm.
Nutmeg state!
Out of Hartford
((naw you can interupte them..I'm sure FRanny is going to be sticking to Luis like glue for most of the day ^_^ ))
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 1:29 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 whined and started to bury his head into his pillow to block out the morning until he recognized Cuba's voice. Arriving at the school and the party last night quickly came flooding back to him except for the end. He couldn't remember anything after Nevada left...
... It must have been a great party!
"I'm coming~!" Rutilio promised happily as he jumped out of bed and changed into the school uniform. He rather liked the uniform, actually, and it was nice that there were so many different sweaters, vests and other combinations they could use instead of being stuck with one style. Instead of brushing his hair he simply ran a hand through it then went to join Cuba.
"Buenos dias!" the Floridian all but sang as he burst out of his room. "Today is going to be so much fun! I bet all my teachers will love me!" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> 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: Thu May 10, 2012 6:42 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorWell, someone looked wide awake and ready to go. Not Juan, to him, mornings were evil. He just wanted to sleep all day "You want breakfast, or you want to get going?"{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 7:09 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.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ "I will eat an orange on the way," Florida said with a small shrug as he went to go get some of his favorite fruit. "Oranges help with hangovers... I think." Of course, knowing Rutilio, he probably also thought oranges cured cancer, too. He'd always been partially convinced the fruit was the work of the gods or something of that nature.
"I don't know about you, but I think I still feel a little tipsy~! Last night was great, si?" the Floridian chuckled, not seeming to be in any pain at all even though he claimed to be suffering from the side effects of last night. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> 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: Thu May 10, 2012 7:18 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong Junior"Oranges help with hangovers? I never heard of that. I thought coffee helped with that." Juan had no idea where Ruti got his silly ideas "Si, it was great. Let's brag about it to the other Spanish nations who were dumb enough not to come." he said with a grin.{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 7:47 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.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ "Coffee? Coffee doesn't go well with oranges..." Rutilio muttered as if that should determine whether or not it was fit for human consumption. "Oh, well~! Let's go to the office now! I want to get to class as soon as possible to meet my new classmates." The Floridian grinned as he tucked another orange into his pocket and handed one to Juan before heading out to meet the principal. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> 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: Mon Jun 04, 2012 9:46 am
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorAfter a bit of searching, Juan gave up and returned to the dorm. Where was Ruti? He wasn't anywhere in the school. He was a bit worried, but he was sure his friends wouldn't let anything bad happen to him. Well, while he's here, maybe he should have a cigar break. he headed to his room and grabbed one that he hid in the drawer. Boy, did he love the flavor of tobacco. Alfter a while, he got bored and decided to ehad to the bar.{Translations:}(Out of Havana: since I have no idea what to do with him without Florida ^^; I might as well let him smoke)Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 5:07 pm
☀~Text from Florida to Cuba~☀Juan, I was asked to stay the night in a different room. I won't be back tonight. Buenos noches~! (I remembered to tell you this time when I stayed out! Aren't you proud of me?) <>
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