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 Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 8:06 pm
(icons are linked to songs either from or about North Carolina. Not all of them are necessarily my favorites.) "First In Flight"
The Tarheel State
The Old North State
North Carolina, USA
Charlotte C. "Jones"
Freshman North Carolina glared and grabbed a hold of his collar and said with a growl. "Don't act all cute after what you did the other night. I already know all about it." Technically she didn't know everything about it for she was asleep and was relying on the word of mouth, which translated in her mind that Rutilio had done something along the not so innocent lines only to suddenly get together with her brother. Her face blushed at that moment, giving away that the Floridan had hit the bullseye. "Don't try to change the subject and if you call my little brother a rabid little guard raccoon again and I'll give you something to cry about." She threaten. Typically she did her best not to let this guy creep under her skin for he wasn't worth it but this was really getting her goat. Charlotte practically gawked when Christian stepped in a mentioned about hookers. Something inside her snapped. Maybe it was the Scottish or the Irish genes, who knows, in the next moment Rutilio was pinned. (Out of Cheerwine and Pepsi: )
Southern Slang Dictionary:
everyone is called 'darling',
"yall" is a proper noun,
sweet tea is the house wine,
and you never EVER disrespect your elders...
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 8:13 pm
 François BonnefoyThe Senior that Needs No Introduction~!****************************************************************************** France smiled when Antonio said that he had seen Seychelles, and the person he mentioned must be Mattie! Poor Canada. All the world was always forgetting him. Not France though! That's because he was a great older brother!
France eagerly looked around, trying to spot each of his siblings. "Antonio! Où sont-ils? Where are my cute little siblings~?"
Translations
French >> English
Out. Of. Champagne. :: ******************************************************************************
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 8:24 pm
  ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Oh, boy. Who wasn't Florida in trouble with now? He was honestly startled as the normally mild mannered Miss Charlotte grabbed his collar and growled at him as if he had committed an unspeakable sin. The other night? He hadn't even talked to her last night so which night was she talking abou--OH. Rutilio's smile became nervous. He had wondered when the axe would fall for that one but she was the one who started it! Not that he could just blurt that out in front of so many people. Maybe Florida wasn't a gentleman, but he wasn't a monster, either, and had no interest in humiliating a woman for something she hadn't done on purpose. ... but he didn't want to get strangled, either. "I think changing the subject is a very good idea right now," he babbled in a bit of a squeak when she threatened him for talking about her little brother. Before he could try to push for another subject, Georgia cheerily and unwittingly drove the nail in his coffin. Rutilio didn't even get the chance to try explaining himself to North Carolina for trying to corrupt her little brother. (Not that he had an excuse other than it was fun to do anyway.) Before he could open his mouth again he felt himself being slammed down on the ground and pinned by the outraged big sister in the middle of an over protective mama bear fit. Sadly, his mouth didn't stay shut and nothing that came out of it was particularly helpful. "I-I know I have told you before I do not like it rough!" he instinctively blurted out in a nervous high pitch. He smiled as best he could under the circumstances hoping that maybe she would see the humor in this horrible misunderstanding and not try to kill him off. "B-Be gentle...?" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 8:42 pm
 George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from  Georgia hadn't expected the normally calm and mild-mannered North Carolina to jump his boyfriend and pin him to the ground. He gasped and quickly excused himself to Hungary before running over. He arrived at the two, not entirely sure what prompted this but knowing full well there was a reason Tennessee was good at ripping people from limb to limb when prompted to, and it wasn't just instinct...
Christian hovered, frantically looking over the situation as he figured out a plan. Alright, Christian, don't sweat it. Pulling Sis offa guys is like grabbing a gator. Just gotta watch where you're aiming so you don't get whip-lashed, hit, bitten, or grab something you don't want to... He suddenly jumped in and managed to snake both arms around North Carolina's waist before pulling her up off of Florida and tossing her up slightly. When he caught her, he held his sister bridal style before sighing with a nervous smile. "Now Sis, ain't you the one usually on my case about jumpin' people in public? Come sit a spell and have some lemonade to ease the edge." Georgia shot a quick glance to Rutilio as though to ask what had happened before he turned and carried Charlotte off to his and Florida's stand.
Georgia sat Charlotte down on her feet and carefully dusted off where he knew was permit-able to dust off before turning to Hungary and pointing to his sister. "Miss Hungary, this is my big sister Charlotte, also known as North Carolina. sis, this is Miss Hungary. She's in the newspaper club with me." With both introduced, he ran to grab two mason jars and filled them both with fresh strawberry lemonade. He then handed each lady a jar and a straw before he went to pulling the chicken out of the grease. "After these sit a moment to cool, you can both help yourselves! I'll be starting a new batch soon enough! Help yourself to anything that meets your fancy as well in the mean time!"
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 9:03 pm
You could travel the world,
But nothin' comes close,
To the golden coast!
Once you party with u-us,
you'll be fallin' in love! ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
Landon gaped after Christian’s retreating form, but his slack-jawed expression was quickly replaced with a frown. So he’d turned it down? Fine; perhaps he would have to demean himself in exactly the way that prissy Southerner had wanted him to. The state still viewed his relatively minor bruise as a matter of luck, but while he did not exactly fear reprisal by Southern-foot-in-a**, he did not relish it either.
He watched for a while as Christian set up his food and chatted with Rutilio while Charlotte wandered by. It seemed like all was relatively back to normal… Until North Carolina pounced on Florida. The three states argued for a little while before Christian finally pulled her off and steered her elsewhere, leaving Rutilio temporarily alone.
Well. Now seemed like a good time to test just how seriously Florida would view an apology from him. Landon smirked, already fairly certain he knew what would happen. He picked up his second phone, one that he normally reserved for more clandestine matters, and sent off a rather brief text to Rutilio. That task done, he sat back down at his booth and arranged lunch for himself with his soup and pizza.
If Florida decided it was spam, then California’s point was proved and he could say he tried! If not, the apology would at least be done with, if only rather faster than he wanted.
Quote: Sorry for pissing you off yesterday.
★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
Out of San Francisco: Clandestine means Paparazzi. It's too fast for this to honestly be settled.
------------ California boys, we're undeniable,
Fine, fresh, fierce,
We got it on lock!
West coast represent, now put your hands up!
Oh o-o-o-o-ohhh!
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 9:07 pm
(icons are linked to songs either from or about North Carolina. Not all of them are necessarily my favorites.)"First In Flight"
The Tarheel State
The Old North State
North Carolina, USA
Charlotte C. "Jones"
Freshman If only he had held his mouth shut or at least start explaining himself, she might of let him go sooner, but like a Floridan idiot, he just made it worse. "Who likes it rough?" she hissed and tighten her grip. Seeing no humor in his words. Charlotte didn't loosen her hold until she felt something wrap around her waist and threw her up into there arms. Confused she turned to to find that Georgia of all people had pulled her off. It was about time that Ruitilo gets what's been coming to him, so why stop it now? Not only that, this situation was even more embarrassing. Getting carried bridal style, while in a skirt, by your young brother raised by your own twin sister. "Let-let go of me!" she flustered mixed with embarrassment and anger, but did not physically fight. She still needed to ring this guy's neck. She hushed up at Christain's words, knowing that he was right and allowed him to sit her down by the booth. Not really in the mood she looked away from anyone's wandering eyes only briefly glancing to Hungary as to say 'here we are again.' " We've met." she said to her brother only staring down at the lemonade in her hand, too ashamed to look at anyone in the eye like a punished child. (Out of Cheerwine and Pepsi: )
Southern Slang Dictionary:
everyone is called 'darling',
"yall" is a proper noun,
sweet tea is the house wine,
and you never EVER disrespect your elders...
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 9:28 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero raised an eyebrow. “Really? She could be referring to either of us since we're both single... I wonder if you already have a girl, though? And there’s really little for me to do right now, so I’ll just hang around here for a bit and watch, if you don’t mind.” He tilted his head questioningly at Luis. Although the Venezuelan suspected that his Argentinian brother had a special friend, he knew neither for certain who she was nor how deep their relationship went.
Elsewhere, it seemed that Elizaveta had come back, towing around a few states. Turning to Franny, Romero added, “There she is, if you want to apologize. Looks like she’s become quite popular with you Americans.”
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: Luthor: Whoa! That's a very wide range of bro/sis ages. I've got just one younger bro. And nah; confirmed that little GF thing in PM. It's for Romero. And here's your colored gaucho! OOC or PM me if you want a smaller version for use here. || Pork: Updated this post to include Romero acknowledging Franny's apology.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 9:47 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida paled a little when the young woman hissed at him and tightened her grip. No, no, he definitely wasn't a big fan of this roughness. He pressed himself as low to the ground as he could in a pathetic attempt to put at least some distance between himself and the very irate female. Just as Rutilio was preparing himself to potentially get beaten up suddenly North Carolina and her iron grip was removed. Slowly he sat up and blinked at Georgia as his boyfriend rescued him from the Old North State's clutches. Though he had a relatively good idea why she would be mad at him, Rutilio wasn't sure why she was this mad at him. Just what had she been told about that night? All he could do was shrug at the look Christian shot him before the brother and sister retreated back to Hungary and the booth. "That was close..." Florida sighed as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Now what could it be? If it was his boss then he didn't want to know. With his luck it would be some new tropical storm Mother Nature had concocted in yet another one of her fiendish plots to kill him. That dirty old hag just wouldn't give up! He slid out his phone to check his messages and... what? Rutilio just stared at the very brief apology that had been sent to him from... California? That wasn't possible. No one ever apologized to him. It just didn't happen. Especially not someone from the former Spanish Empire. Never Spain. Never Mexico. Never Cuba. Never anybody! Florida had never asked for one from any of them before, either, because he knew his place. He wasn't really anyone's brother and just a "primo" that had always patiently and loyally taken whatever abuse or neglect the family threw his way. This wasn't natural. Someone or something had to have forced this to happen because Landon, as much as he loved the younger state who called him brother, would never apologize to him... Because none of the Spanish family had ever considered Florida worth a real apology before. Rutilio was snapped out of his shock when he felt something small, cool and wet slip down his cheek. It almost fightened him and he quickly reached up to knock it away from his face. When he looked to see what it was the Floridian almost didn't recognize what one of his own tears looked like. He bit his lip and quickly shoved the phone back into his pocket as his heart pounded with confusion over what he'd just seen. How was he supposed to respond to something like that? Was it even real? Rutilio tried his best to just shake it off while his brain struggled to understand. Florida seemed to have forgotten he was still sitting in the grass in people's way and didn't bother trying to stand up. At the moment he didn't believe he was capable of thinking and standing at the same time. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 10:04 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Roderich Edenstein xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe Musical Junior███████████████ ███████ ██ ♥ Curse himself for nearly missing out on such an event, Roderich muttered softly to himself as he walked quickly, eyes flicking back and forth quite rapidly. He was looking intently, looking for someone in particular...
Violet hues trained upon a certain young woman speaking to someone and the Austrian swallowed a bit, shifting from side to side before stepping closer. "Ah...Elizaveta, I...ah...I am here now, ja." Really? that's your big enterance Roddy? Man, ypu need to REALLY work on yourself... The brunette inwardly cursed himself but kept a level face, although his cheek were tinted a light pink. ♥██ ███████ ███████████████ Out.Of.Vienna:
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 10:17 pm
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Feliciano Vargas
Anime Club Vice President
Culinary Club Secretary
Member of the Host Club
The Useless Junior "Ve?" the Italian looked up in a questionable smile. He had honestly not been paying attention since the whole camera drama with Elizaveta that he hadn't been looking where Germany had been. Instead he had been playing with objects from there booths like a bored child at a fancy restaurant. "Mr. Edenstein!" he exclaimed. (Out of Pasta: )
Translation:
( = ヮ =)೨ ~ ღ
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 10:50 pm
You could travel the world,
But nothin' comes close,
To the golden coast!
Once you party with u-us,
you'll be fallin' in love! ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
Landon watched Rutilio react to his anonymous text from out of the corner of his eye. So far, Christian and Charlotte had stayed away—although the latter did so only reluctantly—making it that much easier for his experiment to avoid notice. He smirked as Rutilio stared at his phone for many long moments, even rubbing his eyes to make sure he had read the message correctly, before finally shoving it back into his pocket in utter denial.
Ha! That was exactly what the Californian had thought would happen if he sent an apology! If such a direct message got this vexing a response, what would a full-blown, dramatized, bawling message, of the sort Christian no doubt wanted from Landon, do? No matter how Georgia thought Florida could react, he just wasn’t enough in tune with the Spanish family to know that blatant statements of emotion were just not the Spanish way!
He really couldn’t wait to tell Christian off now.
Even though Landon wanted very much to rub his victory in Georgia's face, he had three reasons for refraining. The only things that prevented him from hopping on over were a rather Hispanic desire not to show any sign that he had cared enough to text immediately and a more selfish desire not to be served his own medicine. Even if the Westerner’s main motivation for sending the text was as an experiment, there had been a little bit of compassion in that message that had actually inspired him to hit that Send button, and he did not want that part of him suddenly blown out right there in front of everyone (even if it wouldn't be taken seriously), especially not by the Southerner who, in his mind, had stolen his oldest brother once and his project twice. Many of the things he freely did to other states were not things he wanted to have done to himself, not by that sick burglar! Landon's third reason was much more vindictive: mocking Christian about this later would be far sweeter than gloating over it now.
For now, California contented himself with unconsciously whistling a few melancholic bars from the Red Hot Chili Peppers and playing on his other phone, his regular-use phone.
After a few lines, Landon suddenly stopped humming, surprised at himself. What in the world had made him hum that depressing crap?! Hastily, he changed track and began whistling Gary Allan's She's So California. As he finished his lunch, he stood up and turned his boombox to Route 66 and began dancing to the 1940s tune, his hands pressed over his imaginary headphones again. Enough with that uncharacteristic melodrama! It was time again to dance~!
★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ Out of San Francisco: Well written, Mel! I can so imagine GA going "You ungrateful b*****d!" If that happens, I hope I can avoid giving CA away, because I still want to add a little school-day cold-shouldering.
RHCP: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlUKcNNmywk It's kinda depressing.
She's So...: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktglqYAQ-K4
Route 66: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tg2EbJy-9dc
There are so many songs dedicated to CA or some region of. One site called it a rite of passage for composers to write any song about Cali, positive or negative. ------------ California boys, we're undeniable,
Fine, fresh, fierce,
We got it on lock!
West coast represent, now put your hands up!
Oh o-o-o-o-ohhh!
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 12:29 am
Alfred F. Jones
Hero
*best junior ever*  "Hey Arthur."
The American looked over at the Brit. He was still setting things out, along with some fast food burgers. He knew he was gona get criticized for having not made any thing him self but oh well he was busy. He should have been ust to it by now, but every now and again it would get to him. Make him wonder if his existence mattered. At lest it mattered to Arthur, right?
"What have my states been up too?"
There were so many people running around it was hard to pin point just his states.
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 2:23 am
 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 GentlemanArthur sighed and continued to set up his booth. "Oh Alfred. I see you've decided to come after all." The Englishman looked over to the American's booth, not that he was too surprised by it, but of the fact he took the brit's suggestion. "States? Uh well.." he rubbed the back of his neck. For one thing Massy had been with him, but far as the others... "I'm not quite sure, but there sure seems to be some sort of ruckus over there." he pointed in the general area of Georgia and Florida's booths. (Out of Tea: )
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: Sun Aug 26, 2012 3:37 am
 ☀ Antonio Fernandez Carriedo ☀
The Laidback Senior Antonio shrugged "I don't know. I just saw them pass by, tis all. I think I seen that young man hang out with Juan." Reino de España
Kingdom of Spain Spanish >> English {Out Of Madrid:}
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 7:32 am
The Republic of Hungary
❁Elizaveta Héderváry❁ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀
Elizaveta had watched the entire drama unfold between the states with her camera out ready to snap a picture just in case something interesting happened. She just couldn't help it no matter how much she internally struggled between hoping things would be alright and hoping she would get some sort of new, exciting picture for her collection. When the first hope more or less came true she smiled and lowered her camera with a cheerful smile as Georgia introduced them. "Yes, we have met before," she agreed. "Yesterday I asked her if she would also like to join the newspaper club."
Hungary thanked Georgia as she took a sip of the strawberry lemonade he gave her. It was a little tart but very sweet and she couldn't help giggling in surprise. Americans certainly enjoyed extreme flavors! She wasn't expecting so much and wondered what kind of calorie intake this was, but smiled anyway at the boy. "It is good," she praised him.
The young woman was about to take another sip when she heard the voice she had been waiting to hear all day. Sitting her drink down, Elizaveta all but twirled around on her heel to face the Austrian with her cheeks flushed and eyes all but glittering with excitement. Her first instinct was to try grabbing him in a hug, but she knew better than to handle the aristocrat so roughly.
"Mr. Austria! I am so glad you could make it!" she said as she clasped her hands together in front of her. Just having him nearby seemed to change the woman's entire aura to a more gentle, ladylike warmth. "I was wondering when you would get here. Have you been by our booth yet or did you just arrive?"
❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ Grade 12
The Tomboy Senior <> <>
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