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 Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 3:21 pm
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorThe Argentinean saw that Franny never left the dorm "Ah? I thought you went back to Connecticut." he poured some coffee for her "Isn't he worried?"{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 3:40 pm
Franny Franny came over clumsily and sat at the table, She remained quite as Luis poured her some Coffee. After he finished pouring it she spoke. "If he was worried I'm sure how could of came looking for me....and he shouldn't be worried I'm not some kind of pet" she said placing a hand on the cup but flinching back, the hot coffee had turned to mug hot also. "if anything He is my pet"
She decided to let the coffee cool down before she drank it. She kept her eyes on the table not ocean lifting to look at Luis.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 3:52 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"Uh... I see...." Luis Esteban looked over at the sleeping girl "I'm a bit hesitant to leave her behind, but I have to get to school."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 4:07 pm
Franny Franny's eyes were almost black as she looked into the coffee. "I can look after her, I can't move anyway, so I was planning to stay here anyway." she let out a sigh. "if anything happens all find away to get you." she said. "You should get going, no need to be late."
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 4:13 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid Junior"Si, I guess." he blew into his coffee before drinking it "I'm just waiting for hermano so we can go to school together."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 4:33 pm
Franny Franny nodded, "I see, why wait for that loser though" she grumbled to herself, not really to Luis. She then picked up her coffee and took a long sip. "Thank you Luis." she said dully, still not looking at him. After a few seconds of silence Franny spoke up. "Luis, When is your Birthday?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 4:40 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorArgen frowned "He's still my brother, the least I can do is wait for him. Um, July 9th. Why? It already passed."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 4:59 pm
Franny Franny put the mug down before asking Luis another question. "Do you still celebrate Birthdays?" Franny still avoided eye contact with Luis. Her eyes were starting to tear up a bit and her hands started shaking.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 5:03 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorLuis Esteban noticed Franny was tearing up "Huh? What's the matter?"{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 5:08 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
“Hola, Luis!” he said as he ran inside. “Cómo es--?” Looking down, he found that both Luis and Elpis were asleep, the latter on a cot next to the former. Romero smiled faintly down at his hermano at this. His protective instincts were still as strong as they had always been.
Venezuela wore that smile all the way into his bedroom, and when he flicked off the light and shut his eyes, that smile was still there.
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The residual fatigue of yesterday’s battle—or possibly his going to bed so late—caused Romero to sleep in considerably later than his military training normally permitted him to. Only the smell of coffee woke him up. Romero blinked groggily at the ceiling and rubbed his eyes, slowly shaking off the remnants of his unsettling dream. In it, something about Hugo Chávez’s election had morphed his cheering pobres into devastated old crones, mourning over the socialist’s loss more than the shambles he had left the country in. Although Chávez had certainly swayed the Venezuelan when he had first run for office, Romero felt that the man was getting far too old to be in such a position of power. He had already served for twelve years! Wasn’t that as long as the most enduring of American presidents—what was his name, Roosevelt?—had served? Honestly, it was amazing the dictator had lived so long, for he had been diagnosed with the very rare cancer rhabdomyosarcoma, which had begun in his hip and had aggressively spread to his other skeletal muscles. If El Comandante did not die very early in his term, then perhaps Romero would have to revoke his unkind words about what he thought about that dirty poor-man’s dictator wielding Bolivar’s saber…
But nightmares did not affect the waking; what mattered was how much he had overslept. Romero gave his eyes one last rub and sat up to look at the clock. What time was it--? Ay, Díos! 7:45 already?! The Venezuelan bolted upright and dashed into his school uniform, slamming open the door of his bed to find that Luis had already woken up, as had Franny, but Elpis was still snoozing away on the couch. Romero gave a double-take at the ghost as he walked into the kitchen before rummaging through the refrigerator for something to eat and something to pack for lunch. She looked rather tanner than she normally was, and she seemed to be floating much lower to the ground… Was something wrong with her ectoplasm? Romero ignored it for now and instead stuffed a bowl of chicarrón into his bag.
“Qué dicen de cumpleaños?” Romero asked, hearing Franny and Luis discussing birthdays. Then he noticed Franny shaking slightly, a move completely out of character for the ghost who had boldly told him off quite a few times before. “Qué tal, Franny?” he asked. “You don’t look well.”
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Out of Caracas: Lengthy post to catch up. || I'm a little mad that Chavez got elected AGAIN--they had their presidential elections yesterday (Oct 7). He's old and 'evil'! AND why hasn't he died yet? http://news.yahoo.com/report--chavez-s-cancer-has--entered-the-end-stage-.html http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2012/oct/08/hugo-chavez-wins-venezuelan-election http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2012/oct/08/hugo-chavez-victory-political-venezuela || Cool; the Miraflores Plalace looks much like the White House. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Miraflores_Palace_2009.jpg || Rhabdomyosarcoma: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhabdomyosarcoma
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 5:17 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorLuis Esteban saw his brother was up and about, he just shrugged and drank his coffee "She's been so depressed lately."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: oh yea, I heard that in the radio. It's kinda like how Castro still has control of Cuba, it's really upsetting)Argentine Republic
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 5:23 pm
Porkcow001 Franny Franny buried her face in her hands. "I Can't take this anymore" she said, her voice muffled by her hands. Tears were streaming down her face. She roved her hands from her face and wrapped them around her neck. "why can't i just die already" she laughed slightly, a crazy look in her eye. "It worked last time right?" she said talking to herself.
As quickly as the crazy look came it disappeared, "I’m sorry" she rubbed her eyes. "you guys should just head to class I'll look after Elpis." Her water tears had turned red, the water that fell from her face was blood now.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 6:05 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorLuis Esteban was a bit concerned about Franny's slightly crazed behavior. He wasn't so sure if Elpis would be safe with her. "Um... Romero? How about you go on ahead? I'll stay here until Franny's calm. Can you tell Juliana I'll be a bit late for class?"{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 6:13 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero nodded distantly as he munched on a leftover pancake from his booth at the festival. “Así es, hmm?” he murmured.
At Franny’s outburst, the Venezuelan turned back to the ghost. She had a crazed gleam in her eyes, and Romero knew from long experience that such a look never boded well. It did not help that the girl began talking of suicide and asking no one in particular if it had worked last time. But what really drove the direness of her predicament home was the way her tears suddenly and inexplicably turned a bloody red. Romero could only stare as she cried blood out—Wait a minute, he realized; Why was Franny crying out a human vital fluid? Isn’t she already dead?
The Atlantic Spaniard leaned forward and down, touching Franny’s cheek. He was startled to find that his fingers, while they still penetrated the ghost-girl, could not pass completely through her head. It was as if her normally gaseous form had sublimed into something more solid, more real. The change unnerved him, but Romero did not know what to say to her about it. “Bueno,” he managed. “If you really want to take care of Elpis, I suppose you can… Just don’t light anything on fire, sí?” he added, ina weak attempt at a joke.
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Out of Caracas: Off to Math tomorrow~
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 5:50 am
Franny Franny flinched away From Romeros touch, normally she would be fine with people touching her, or trying to touch her. "Please don't." she said not taking her dull eyes off the table.
Franny stood up hanging on the chair for balance. "Romero If you see Conne can you tell him I'm okay?" she said before he left. Her blue eyes turned to Luis, "why are you worried about me..." she asked wiping the blood off her face. "or are you just worried for Elpis?" Franny figured it was the 2nd one. she moved to the wall for balance. She shook her head. "Never mind, j-just get to class." she said more harshly.
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