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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 4:14 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 nodded and was glad to hear they had an experienced racer on their side just in case this turned nasty. He tried to assure the little dolphin once again that they were going to be taking her some place safe before he slipped into his spot. Rutilio happened to glance over when Juiliana brought out the case and eyed it suspiciously. Usually when someone acted like that they were dealing with something dangerous and unpleasant. He didn't like the thought of potentially fighting or dealing with trouble on the way anymore than she did, but he supposed it was best that they were at least prepared.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> 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 Jun 05, 2012 4:34 pm
 ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★
Landon Blackwell Jones
||||!~The Golden Boy~!||||
☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★
"Ooh, Julie, is that what I--?" A wave of curiosity hit him like a disease as Landon leaned over from his original spot in the shotgun to try and touch the sleek black case. Judging by its shape and size, it looked like a--
The Californian had no time to snatch it from her, though, as she slammed on the gas and they all rocketed away. The ride across the decrepit not-road was so terrible that it was all Landon could do to maintain concentration on the dolphin's bubble and strap himself in at the same time. Since Kartlos was already somewhat rested safely on a seat, he had let that bubble pop a moment ago.
Trees whipped by them incessantly, creating a most ominous cracking noise against the windshield as the Citroen zoomed chaotically through the trees. The dolphin whimpered every time she heard another branch slap against the hard glass, but she kept remarkably quiet thanks to Rutilio's comforting. Landon breathed a loud sigh of relief when, five minutes later, they burst out of the trees and veered onto smoothly paved roads again, racing back to the school. Now, he could settle in and watch the scene, not that there was much to see while travelling at sixty miles per hour. It was quite fortunate that the roads to Axis High were empty. After all, these were off-hours and off-limits to normal citizens, and by now most of the other nations were probably in their dorms. Landon grinned, imagining the looks on their faces as they peered groggily out their windows to see some French car careen along like some maniacal street racer.
Another minute or two passed, and Landon saw the pool approaching in the distance. Behind it was the parking lot he sought. "Over there!" he cried, as if Juliana needed reminding. They all jolted forward as the Brazilian braked quite roughly. Landon narrowly escaped a concussive encounter with the dashboard by clenching his neck and back muscles tightly. When they finally parked, it was as peacefully and slowly as if nothing had happened.
Landon hopped out of the car as soon as it was safely stopped and opened the trunk. After floating the whining dolphin out of the cooler, he ran for the pool, followed closely by Kartlos, Rutilio, and Juliana.
***
 ||~You wish You were the Golden State~|| Out of San Francisco: I'm off to the pool.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 12:37 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
The Venezuelan groaned at his brother’s mistrustful comment. Just because he had a sword on him did not mean that he was going to blindly sic it on everything in sight. Romero disliked dabbling in the supernatural unknown, and in such situations as these, he preferred to go in armed.
They drove in relative silence to the beach and Romero parked the Ibiza in the parking lot nearby. He dithered or a little while next to his car until he decided that it would be best to bring the first aid supply bag just in case Luis wasn’t kidding and neither were hallucinating about that ghost. Crossing it over his sword strap and opposite shoulder, the Venezuelan hiked over the sand with Argentina toward the water’s edge.
Partway across, Romero thought he saw something odd in the sand and shaded his eyes to get a better look at it. “Is that…?”
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: Romero’s dark-red Ibiza SC has been drawn!
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 1:10 pm
 ♫ Life is like a boat in a bottle
Try to sail, you can't with no air
Day by day it only gets harder
Try to scream but nobody cares ♫☽Mysterious Woman Deep within a cave found near the beach, laid what appeared to be a young girl all bloodied and wounded. She has been on the run from the enmy for quite sometime. She tried going through public places in hopes someone would notice her and help her, but no one even saw her. She got caught by the enemy's attack, but managed to escape. With whatever strength she had left, she took shelter in the cave, leaving a trail of blood behind her. She's been unconscious for who knows how long, hoping the enemy wouldn't find her. With almost no strength left, she no longer had her brilliant glow. {Out of Faith:} ♫ Through the glass you see the same faces
Hear the voices fade like a drone
When your life's a boat in a bottle
You're surrounded, drifting alone ♫
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 1:21 pm
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorOnce the car stopped, Argen hopped off the vehicle and began to look around. He didn't bring a weapon. If he did spot their mysterious guest, he wouldn't want it to feel threatened by bringing a weapon. The last thing they needed is an enemy. Suddenly, something spotted his attention. They looked like footprints, along with some splatters of red stuff in the sand "I-Is that...." he gulped "B-Blood?" Hopefully, they weren't messing with a meat-eater. He noticed the footprints were heading into a cave "Hermano, look. I think I spotted a clue. Bloody footprints heading to that cave."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 1:31 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
On the sand near the strange cave Romero had spotted, there was a trail of bloody footprints that began relatively close to the water. He stared suspiciously at this trail. Whatever he and Luis had seen didn’t even look like it a physical form, so how could it leave footprints? To its credit, however, the prints were light and eroded.
“So it seems your ghost actually was here…” he muttered. “I don’t like the feeling of this at all, hermano.” But the sight of the blood unnerved him enough to put a spring in his step, and he hastened over to the cave mouth.
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Out of Caracas: I'll be out for roughly 5 hours, and my phone has sleep apnea...
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 1:41 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"Hermano, ghosts don't bleed. Someone might be hurt." Luis Esteban followed his older brother into the cave. He spotted something on the floor, it looked like a young woman "Hey! That shape... That's what I saw in the festival." he gasped "Oh no! She's terribly hurt!" he rushed over to her and knelt down "It looks like something attacked her. Dios mio, please don't tell me..." he gently touched her neck to see if she had a pulse. He sighed in relief when he felt one "She's alive... gracias a dios... But, who could've done this to her...?" He didn't know who this person is, but he felt he had to help her. If she stayed here, she might die.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 7:47 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
“Jesus--!” Romero ran after the boy and also knelt down to study the fallen girl. She was a small and pale human, garbed in a white dress of a cut that he had never seen before. Her skin was almost deathly white, but under his jaded eye, she seemed to still be breathing, if shallowly, and that was all he needed to know that she was alive. However, he did not comment when Luis gently pressed two fingers on her carotid artery to check for a pulse.
“Es increíble que ella sobreviva después de todo,” the Venezuelan murmured, noting the deep, clotted lacerations on her limbs. “A ver…” He rummaged around in his supply bag for a moment before revealing a large roll of gauze. He carefully lifted each of her arms and bandaged them, repeating for her legs, until each wound was covered, before poking around for a bottle of electrolyte. “She lost a lot of blood, not just from those footprints…” he said quietly, unscrewing the cap. “A little electrolyte couldn’t hurt.” He tipped a little fluid into her mouth and sealed the bottle again, standing up as he did so. “Bueno… Now what do you want to do with her, hermano?” Romero asked. “She doesn’t look in any shape to stay here…” He was fairly certain he knew what his brother’s response would be, though, and slung his bag and scabbard up so that it would not impede his movement if he needed to help Luis with the girl.
Venezuela was momentarily distracted by another buzz from his phone. It was, of course, a reply from Juliana, asking for the results of their little expedition and asking for forewarning for the next adventure. He smiled at her eagerness and texted back a reply:
“We found Luis’ specter. Not only is she not a ghost, she is also badly injured. We’ll likely be bringing her straight to our dorm soon since the physician's is closed..” ~Romero
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Out of Caracas:
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 10:28 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"Well... We can't just leave her here... Let's get her back to the dorm, so we can treat her wounds and she can get some rest." Luis Esteban carefully picked up the girl and stood up "Whoa... She's really light. I wonder if she's been eating right? Anyway, open up the car, we're taking her with us." he slowly walked out of the cave, carrying the injured girl in his arms.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 7:31 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero had expected Luis to say exactly that, and he was several paces ahead of the boy, who was also but not seriously impeded with the injured girl in his arms. Since the girl was clearly small and light enough for a single man to carry, he hadn’t stuck around much longer in the cave after Luis noted her weight. The Venezuelan pressed a button on his car key to unlock all of the doors and opened the back door, peering inside. Although there wasn’t much extraneous material in the back row, there was still too much for an injured and unconscious girl to ride safely in, so Romero quickly piled everything he didn’t immediately need in the trunk.
When Luis finally arrived with the girl, Romero took her from him and settled her in as best he could into the back row, propping a pillow on one side of her so she wouldn’t hit the door if he turned sharply. That seemed good enough until he got another idea. “Luis, si quieres, debes sentarte con ella,” he suggested. “That way, if I happen to make a sharp turn, you can keep her steady.”
This Argentina seemed to agree with. The two hopped into the car and Romero drove off, keeping the speed at a reasonably fast 40 miles per hour, slowing down dramatically for every turn to produce an exceptionally smooth ride—considering how he usually drove. It did take them a little longer to return to their dorm this way, but if the girl were awake, she probably wouldn’t have felt the drive much at all.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 12:37 pm
Hello, This is Your Sanity!
Hello! Wait what Sanity? 
•´`• If I ran aound the world
would you run with me?
•´`•To see the stars in the sky
Watch it turn to day and
back to nignt
•´`•To run free without a care
Would you run with me?
•´`•But
•´`•How long would you stay?
Untill you found out the trusth,,,,
•´`•Of The
•´`•Darker Side
•´`•of
•´`•ME
Leah Kirkland-Jones ╔═══════════════════════╗ ~~ ╚═══════════════════════╝ Massachusetts
Massachusetts came to the beach and set down the box on the sand, she took off her sandles and let her feet sink into the sand. "Ahhh" she let out a happy sigh.
She began unpacking the box, it had wood fire starters, and other random things. She set up some tiki torches around and lit them, it would get better when it turned dark. In the center of the torches she found some rocks and made a makeshift fire pit and put the wood in the center and lit it. The fire was going and Massachusetts smiled. "There we go!" she said happily.
Leah had set up some tables and placed some food on it. Normal party food. She took off her sweatshirt revealing her blue bikini and tossed her pants and sweatshirt into the box and stretched
She then remembered that she never told Al what time to tell everyone to be here. Oh well they would show up when they did. Leah jumped and quickly set up a radio, she almost forgot about music. It played hip-hop and upbeat music.
When she was satisfied she sat down in the sand soaking up the sun. The blonde looked out to the ocean with a smile.
As the state look out onto the beach she spotted a cave in the rocks, she tilted her head to the side. She stood up and walked over to it peaking in side a bit. Maybe she could use this for the beach party. The bay state smiled to herself. "whoa" her voice echoed through the cave.
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((EDITED Cause i want MA to get yelled at XD)))
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 3:44 pm
Hello, This is Your Sanity!
Hello! Wait what Sanity?
•´`• If I ran aound the world
would you run with me?
•´`•To see the stars in the sky
Watch it turn to day and
back to nignt
•´`•To run free without a care
Would you run with me?
•´`•But
•´`•How long would you stay?
Untill you found out the trusth,,,,
•´`•Of The
•´`•Darker Side
•´`•of
•´`•ME
Leah Kirkland-Jones ╔═══════════════════════╗ ~~ ╚═══════════════════════╝ Massachusetts
Massy's bikini top started ring and pulled out her phone from her top. She wasn't planning on going swimming so her phone had been tucked away there. As she read the texted she put a hand on her hip. Everything seemed fine here, Bama was just talking crazy.
she texted him back as she stepped into the cave, cutting her foot on a rock by accident, but i didn't hurt so the Bay state didn't mind it much
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 6:47 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
In under five minutes, Romero and Johnny arrived at the beach. Since it was a relatively slow morning at the waterfront, Romero wasted only another minute to find a parking space reasonably close to the cave where he and Luis had found Elpis yesterday. After driving so fast to get here, the Venezuelan was impatient and raring to ram his sword down some chimera throats, so he waited for Luis and Elpis for only a few more minutes, drumming his feet impatiently, before walking down to the beach cave.
As he approached it, he could hear some female voice repeating itself over and over, having fun with the echoes, no doubt. Although the voice did not sound distressed, hearing it gave Romero reason to hurry, and he quickly found a blonde state wandering cheerfully about, banging on the cave walls and hollering to exploit the cave’s reflective effects.
“Oye! Chica!” he snapped, striding over to her. “What are you doing here? Don’t you know it’s dangerous here?!”
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Out of Caracas: Next post, I'm making a roar that'll prompt VE to throw MA out. biggrin || Note the gear and weapons, please!
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 7:03 pm
 ~The Yellow Hammer State~ "Johnny Kane" Johnny walked about the beach after Romero parked and let him grab his supplies.He looked out to the sea...Seeing the peaceful waves.
Then, he heard Massy's voice from the cave."Hey!" He called out as he ran after Romero into the cave.
When he finally saw Massachusetts he sighed with relief."Sis! Haven't I told you to leave the beach?" Johnny said sternly. Southern Sass To The King's English
Out of fried foods~:I feel this post was a bit....Derped... ~The Southern Gentleman Freshman~
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 4:34 am
Hello, This is Your Sanity!
Hello! Wait what Sanity?
•´`• If I ran aound the world
would you run with me?
•´`•To see the stars in the sky
Watch it turn to day and
back to nignt
•´`•To run free without a care
Would you run with me?
•´`•But
•´`•How long would you stay?
Untill you found out the trusth,,,,
•´`•Of The
•´`•Darker Side
•´`•of
•´`•ME
Leah Kirkland-Jones ╔═══════════════════════╗ ~~ ╚═══════════════════════╝ Massachusetts
She looked back to see her brother and some guy she had seen around but never really met. She just looked at the two blankly. “Dude I’ve been here for a awhile and I haven’t see nothing.” She turned to Al. “Are you just trying to ruin the party?” she asked, she knew the states were in a hard stop, but that’s the whole reason why she was doing this, trying to get the states together.
Her green eyes then looked at Romero, “and what’s with the weapons, I highly doubt a starfish will attack me,” she put her hands on her hips. Her eyes still locked on Romero. “ who the hell are you? Don’t think I’m gonna listen to some stranger” she grunted.
The bay state gave a sigh. Geez she sounded like an a** hole. She felt like she should apologize later.
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