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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 12:50 pm
Connecticut ▀▄▀C▄▀▄▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀N▄▀▄▀▄ ▀N▄▀▄▀▄▀E▄▀▄▀ Nathan Benedict Jones . xxx ▄▀W▄▀▄H▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀▄▀A▄▀M▄▀▄I▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄ Conne tried to catch his breath as his sister addressed him. He was unsure how to greet back because of what she said. Howdy. Which was not a common phrase in the North, but he had watched plenty of movies. “Howdy” he replied back awkwardly. He noticed the quirk of the eyebrow. He looked away from her for a moment, he didn’t want to bother her by talking to her. Even though it would be nice. He could feel it start snowing again in his home and shivered. Jack Frost must have something against him, he would have to talk to Jack later.
His bright blue eyes glanced back to the Texan, and quickly noticed the coffee. “eh….I forgot to make my coffee this morning.” Last time he came to school with no coffee he passed out by lunch. The nuttmegger pushed his glasses up onto his nose this they were beginning to fall. “Hey Tex have you seen Alfred lately? I need to talk to him about my little fit I had a few days ago with him.” He asked the southern hoping she may of seen him today. He blushed slightly when he realized what he had said to her. “I-I mean I-it w-wasn’t a fit, umm I was just helping fratelloLandon si.” He chuckled softly.
Nutmeg state! Out of Hartford
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 1:29 am
 ╔═.★.══════ ♫The stars at night
are big and bright Susana Maria West
The Lone Star Sophomore
"Lo siento amigo, I haven't seen Alfred yet," Unsure of how to take his slip of tongue, she decided to disregard it for now. If I see him around I'll tell him that ya were lookin' fer him. And if yer still not feelin' good, maybe you should go to the infirmary or let Georgia take a good look at ya!" she said before continuing down the hallway to get to her next class. She was afraid that if she were too much later, she would not only miss class but the coffee would also be cold.
((Out of Austin smile ) deep in the heart
of Texas.♫
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 5:14 pm
 ☀ Antonio Fernandez Carriedo ☀
The Laidback Senior Antonio happily escorted Juliana to her final class of the day, it's not like he'll be missing much in computer class "Well, here we are, senorita Juliana." Reino de España
Kingdom of Spain Spanish >> English {Out Of Madrid:}
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 9:46 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero paused in the hallway a few steps behind Antonio, still holding Juliana’s hand. As he had slowed his pace to keep the Brazilian from tripping, he finally arrived at her sixth period classroom a little later than Spain, who stood near the Literature classroom door.
The Venezuelan made no move to relinquish his neighbor just yet; after all, they were a bit early and he told her so. “Estamos un poco temprano,” he said, leaning back against the wall and releasing her hand to tuck his into his pockets. It was a quirk of his to put away his hands when he wasn’t particularly doing anything with them, and unless Juliana’s condition induced klutziness, she should have no problem standing on her own. He gazed at Brazil for a moment before proceeding directly to what he wanted to know. “What happened that night, vecina? I didn’t see you that night at the park after you texted me to come, and then when I found you safe at the pool, you acted as if you were blind. Did something attack you?” While he didn’t want Juliana to confirm his suspicions about Axis High’s night terrors, an attack sounded like the only logical explanation for her sudden affliction. Of course, Venezuela’s long war history and his recent brushes with the supernatural predisposed him to assume that as well.
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Out of Caracas: [[Estamos... = We're a little early / Vecina = neighbor]] || If Juliana doesn't want to lose Romero's touch, she can flail for his arm or something. ||Correct me if I'm wrong: I didn't see anything spoken in your Gym posts that would clear up any of Romero's questions, so I just assumed he hasn't learned anything new yet.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 2:55 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ Juliana, when she arrived in hand with Romero at her final class, beamed upwards in the direction of Antonio's voice. "Obrigado Antonio for taking me all of this way, you really didn't have to." She replied with a cute giggle, lifting her free hand to the side of her head, tucking some wild, blond curls behind her ear. It was this same ear that Romero whispered his reassuring phrase. Goosebumps kissed at her skin up and down her spine as a soft gasp emitted from her throat, although she quickly closed her plump lips to keep any more noises from escaping.
As he released her hand, the fuzziness in her head caused her to sway for a moment, since she was still walking around in high-heeled boots. Her sense of gravity combated her sense of balance for a moment before she shook it from her mind and simply leaned back to the wall behind her, joining her neighbor there. Her hands were pressed against the wall, only inches from his own--although in his pockets--almost twitching with the desire to touch his rough skin once more. But she quickly bit the desire away as she bit down on the inside of her cheek, right as Romero proceeded with his question. She almost choked on her breath as she shifted her legs back and forth in an uncomfortable manner. She knew that this conversation was going to happen sooner rather than later, but she wished she could have held it off just a bit longer...
"I got sidetracked and showed up to the park late, well after you must have gone, but I still believed you could have been there--stupid me, I know." She drummed her manicured nails against the wall in a nervous fashion but continued on, "It was dark and I was alone. I knew I shouldn't have been, but I thought, 'What's the worst that could happen to me? I'm Brazil! Jiu-jitsu extraordinar~!' but no, I was careless." She paused again for a moment. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, wincing almost as if she were battling herself over telling him or not. Eventually, one side won out. "I was attacked by the Boitata!" She finally spat out, lifting her hand up to remove the glasses from her eyes, revealing their pale and vacant nature, although tears also began to form rapidly. "I don't know how or it's here but it is! And it took my eyesight from me, Romero!" She stomped her foot on the ground as she turned her head back to facing straight ahead as she closed her eyes, breathing out her nose so she wouldn't scream out loud or burst out crying. "...I just want to kill the beast that has taken my beautiful vision from me. É uma pena que eu não sou capaz de ver seu rosto mais, meu vizinho forte." She had leaned in a bit closer to the Venezuelan's ear, whispering that last part with a soft purr before she pulled away and continued to pout to herself.
[Out.Of.Rio: "It is a shame I am not able to see your face anymore, my strong neighbor"]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 6:10 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero nodded slowly as Juliana recounted that they had indeed missed each other at the park; that much he had already known to be true. The end of her story, however, caused his throat to clench. “Eme! I was right!” he swore lowly to himself, his hands balling into fists in his pockets. He hadn’t wanted to believe that Juliana had been attacked by anything supernatural, but proof of that stood before him in her teary, vacant eyes. Not for the first time, he wondered if this school was plagued by all of their worst myths at night...
From Brazil's account, the stealer of her vision was the Boitatá. The Venezuelan rapidly sifted through what he knew of the beast, which was unfortunately precious little. All he remembered, in fact, was that the creature she named was a snake of fire and possessed of multiple eyes; clearly, gazing into that horrible visage meant losing use of one’s own…
Romero’s temper flared at the thought of some beast attacking his beautiful Portuguese neighbor. Although they were not very closely related, she had grown up with him and the rest of South America, and he regarded her almost like a sister. That Boitatá had picked a target too close to home! If he ever saw it, he was going to run it through his sword and twist… But that probably wouldn’t nullify the effect of its blinding face. At the moment, Venezuela could not imagine how else to strike that serpent down, so clouded was his mind with furious adrenaline.
His attention returned to Juliana as she stood next to him against the wall, sobbing angry tears just a few inches from his hands. He fancied that she needed to be hugged. Romero gazed at her a moment, wondering whether that was best, before reaching awkwardly out and putting a hand on her shoulder. When Brazil leaned in, he awkwardly reached out with his other hand and completed the hug. Over her shoulder, Venezuela's expression hardened. “Yo también, Juliana,” he murmured. “Yo también. If that serpiente estúpido dares show its face again, I will impale it. I'll help you get your vision back, I promise.” Romero rubbed her shoulder blades with his hands in what he hoped was a consoling manner while his mind cycled through all the possible bloody ways he and Juliana could slay the mythological beast…
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Out of Caracas: [[Eme = half-censored Mierda / Yo... = Me too / serpiente = stupid serpent]] || Hope you don't mind that move; seemed to me that BR needed a hug. || VE's forgetting about the Gorgon mirror, although I don't remember well if any old mirror [or even a mirror at all] worked. My mythology is SO rusty... ^^;
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 7:52 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ As Romero placed a hand upon her shoulder, Juliana's attention was quickly returned to the conversation at hand instead of in her own, pouting mind. She could feel the strength and reassurance behind it and smiled, turning to face him more in the process. Once his other hand joined the other on her opposite shoulder and he began, did Juliana really begin to listen to the intensity in his voice. She could only imagine that their was a similar, raging fire that was hastily ignited behind his eyes as soon as she mentioned her attack to him. A breath escaped her parted, plump lips before she felt herself pulled closer to him in a reassuring hug, completely with tender circles tracing her shoulder blades with his hands.
As she lifted her hands up and placed them on his back, returning the favor of the hug ten-fold, the Brazilian bombshell couldn't break the lingering scent of gunpowder and sediments from his clothing. He smelled like home to her, well not home as in Brazil, but home as in South America. Although she was the only country under Portuguese rule there, the others accepted her without hesitation and had made her living there very much worth it. "I know you will Romero, I know you will." She breathed against his shoulder as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, her nails digging into the back of his school jacket as she sniffled to herself. "I want you to be the first thing my eyes make contact with when I regain my sight, only then will I know that it's returned for good and it's not an illusion. I could think about you a million and a half times and think I have every aspect of your face down, but when I see it in person, I... well, let's just say nothing can compare to the real thing~" She mused with a smile as she nuzzled against him, her hug tightening a bit as she squished her body against his own.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 8:40 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero’s hands ceased their tranquil circling and shifted down to the small of Juliana’s back as she raised her hands to clasp him around the neck, reciprocating his hug with a passion only she could deliver. As if he weren’t convinced already, the Brazilian’s next words to him cemented his desire to help restore her vision. Her confidence in him inspired further confidence in himself, and when Juliana voiced her desire to gaze at him first when her vision returned, the Venezuelan felt something fuzzy in his heart that he hadn’t felt in centuries.
They held their embrace in the hallway somewhat longer than Romero had initially planned, for he suddenly didn’t want to let her go. It warmed him to think that she trusted him to keep his word on something this personal. Their histories under different Iberian rulers had restricted the amount of time they could spend together, but those years had built within him a quiet affection for Juliana. What had started as curiosity over the lone Portuguese South American had grown into something that he could neither classify as friendship nor outright love. Still, he knew he would die for Juliana, just as he would for anyone else in Sudamérica.
It was with great reluctance that Romero finally let go of his Brazilian neighbor; but he knew that they both had classes to go to. Hadn't Juliana said that she'd wanted to at least properly attend this last class of the day? Besides, it was about time he and Antonio returned to their class as well. The Venezuelan slowly unlaced his fingers and lifted them away from her back before they both backed up a step and gazed at each other. Then Romero broke the silence. “We should be heading back to class now,” he said, unable to keep a certain reluctance out of his voice. “Shall I walk you in, or can you find a desk safely?”
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: Dragon? My characters are both stuck. || Luis, I found this neat pic of a Pope-styled Argentina, as he appears on DA's Latin Hetalia.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 8:51 am
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorThe Argentinean left his class, and headed to the school exit. He wanted to see how the Brazilian girl was doing after suffering from that burn. Before he knew it, he spotted the girl along with his Venezuelan brother "Hey guy!" he waved to them as he walked towards them.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 1:45 am
Temp-Canada-  Canada stepped out into the hall after the final bell. Then looked back at Juan. "You know there are two sides to every story. Maybe Gorga has a good reson for talking the way he dose to Florida. So what would you like to do? Or do you have something to do?"
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 2:06 am
Maureen O'Mally
"Ireland"
*junior*  Ireland hadn't bothered her new friend in their last class but sat near her. And after class she decided to talk to her again.
"Hey Thain! Do you have any plans after school? If not maybe wana hang out?"
She blushed a bit not one to really be the first to act. But she was trying.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:55 am
 Juan MachadoThe Headstrong Junior"Si, I suppose you're right." he said "Hmmm, I'm not sure. Maybe go out to eat?" he shrugged.{Translations:}(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 2:43 pm
Temp-Canada- "Food sounds good.."He smiled leaning agenst him holding his hand.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 8:21 am
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorThe Cuban smiled "How about we take a walk in the park first?"{Translations:}(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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