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 Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 3:21 pm
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorLuis Esteban squinted his eyes when the light engulfed them. When he opened them, he saw they were back in the dorm. What a day, he'll be happy if tomorrow was normal. He wished he had enough time to find his dear friend and tell her the truth. Hopefully, he'll have the courage to do it tomorrow. Right now, it was time to get some sleep. he went to his room and collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 7:26 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorThe next morning, Luis Esteban slowly opened his eyes when the sun's rays hit them. He was still a bit groggy from yesterday's battle, but he still had to go to school. He was up and dressing up for school, then he headed to the kitchen to make himself some coffee.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: my model? thanks, but I'd prefer an original picture. None of those suit his personality)Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 5:16 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
As the sun rose and the birds began to chirp, Romero cracked an eye open to squint at the morning light. La manana llega tanto rapido... he grumbled inwardly to himself. The Venezuelan checked his watch and noticed that it read 7:45. Right now, the seniors were probably headed to math, and precious few of them at that... No one would miss him if he skipped just one period; and besides, almost all of the other seniors had already done that or more.
Solamente unos minutos mas... Romero thought to himself, closing his eyes and falling asleep again.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 5:38 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorAfter finishing his coffee, Luis Esteban grabbed his things and headed to class. He decided to let his brother sleep for a little while longer.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: I'm not going to look through 70 pages ^^; I'll just stick to what I have until I can find someone who can provide me the perfect picture for him)Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 5:19 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
Massachusetts walked down the hall in her uniform. Which she was starting to regret, this uniform she couldn't make many movements without exposing things. She held and Boston Cream Pie in her hands. She new this apology was over do. And Hungary’s more so.
She reached her destination and knocked on the door before just opening it. "OYE! Romero wake up you stinky b*****d!" she called through the dorm. She hoped he hadn't left yet. The Blonde closed the door behind her. She smelt coffee but it was faint. SO sing of breakfast though. So he hadn't left yet.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2012 4:03 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero had just fallen asleep and begun dreaming when suddenly he heard a loud and obnoxious voice order him to wake up. "Eme!" he exclaimed, bolting immediately awake as his hand closed immediately upon the first weapon he found, which was his sword. "Quién es?!" If it Erebus come back from the dead, Romero would tear his emaciated corpse to shreds and burn the ashes as well!
As he had fallen asleep in it, the Venezuelan rushed out to the door in full school uniform, minus his jacket, sword unsheathed in his hand. He paused, however, when he found not another enemy, but Massachusetts standing innocently in his living room with a pie in hand, no doubt startled by his sudden forceful appearance. "Hmph," Romero grunted at her, sheathing his saber in only mild embarrassment. If she hadn't wanted to wet herself, she would have called him up using more polite terms than Wake up, b*****d. "What brings you here? Shouldn't you be in class?" It was a hypocritical question, he knew, for he himself had planned to sleep through first period before being rudely awakened.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 4:48 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
Massachusetts giggled when Romero came out with his sword ready to fend off any foe. “Did I scare you?” she said jokingly. She sifted the cakes weight into her other hand. “To tired to get your a** to school, but not to tired to jump up and attack.” She rolled her eyes and brushed some lint off skirt. When eh asked what she was doing here she laughed again. “Well I was to give you my famous Boston cream~ Best Cake in all America. Right out of my home town.” She stopped smiling and looked toward the ground. “I wanted to give you an apology cake because I was being a total a*****e to you.”
The state looked back up and went to her smiley happy side. “Plus I still gotta give a cake to Hungary since we got off on the wrong foot too. I’ll have to track her down today.” She said mostly to her self. ”also because I ran out of breakfast food back my dorm. SoI figured I’d come over here and cook something.” she admited. .
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:25 am
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero exhaled loudly in exasperation, but he could see the hypocrisy of his move. Still, he riposted with, "I've already dozed off part of the morning, so of course I'm more awake right now. I'll probably come back in starting second period."
The Venezuelan blinked down at the cream pie Massachusetts held, staring at it for a few moments before accepting it and her apology. "Bueno... Gracias, Leah," he told her, cracking open the packaging to get a whiff of the pie inside. It smelled good. Satisfied, Romero left to store the cake in the fridge. His clinking sword reminded him that he still needed to put that away as well,andhe stopped by his befroom to return it to its hook by his bed. Then he returned and heard Leah out. "Well, since it's apology time, I suppose I should apologize too, for throwing you out of the cave like that--twice." He laughed a bit. "I'd you want to stay and cook, go ahead. Most of the food in our fridge is Spanish, though. And as for finding Hungary… You could probably check her dorm and see if she’s still there, or you could meet me just after third period. She’s in my year."
TheVenezuelan wandered back to his bedroom to sling on his uniform jacket and then headed to the kitchen to cook himself some breakfast. He smelled a faint hint of coffee, which he figured Luis had made in the morning before leaving. Since he had time now that he had decidednot to go to first period, Romero was going to cook something more substantial for breakfast. He dug around in his refrigerator for the ingredients needed to make his traditional pancakes and began mixing them.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 1:22 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 nodded, "Good you better. education is important for you." she said. She would end up being late also. But she can be late once, or was this her fifth time now. She really couldn't remember. "Massy remember! I save Leah for close family and close friends." The only people that had the right to call her Leah at the moment were. Andrew, Vermont, New York, Maine, Rode Island, New Hampshire Connecticut and Lili. Last time she checked Romero was not on that list.
When he spoke about Hungary she shook her head and laughed a bit. "No No we aren’t really friends. She almost killed me first time we met. Kinda like you did." He added the last part more as a joke. "Yeah I think I'll tag along with you because Freshmen are never in class. My southern family does not share my love for education. I think they care more about farming." As Romero went back into his room the blonde went to the kitchen and looked around a bit, surprisingly there was no Tea. Oh well she would survive. The Romero starting making pancakes. "You need Cranberries!" she said happily as she searched her pockets. She then realized she had no pockets because of her skirt. She swore to herself, she hated not having cranberries on her, made her feel unprotected.
Massachusetts caught herself looking at her leg, which was still badly burned, it didn't hurt as much as before though. She should really break into the Nurse's office and steal some medical supplies. Well she was already on thin ice with Alfred, so maybe breaking in won't be such a good idea.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 1:49 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Venezuela snorted at the unnecessary reminder. "I know that," he huffed as he resumed mixing the ingredients. He halted a moment when Massachusetts insisted that she be called Massy instead of Leah. "Huh? You never told me that before. Why would you voluntarily use your nickname more than your correct one? Usually, los ciudadanos reserve their nicknames for close friends and not the other way around... At least, that's what I would do too, if I chose a nickname..." Romero tailed off as he wondered, not for the first time, why Alfred's states were so strange.
The Atlantic Spaniard cracked a smile when Massachusetts equated him with Hungary because they both had tried to attack her on their first meeting. "Or maybe they're just all agricultural majors. You never know sometimes," he remarked jokingly. Romero was slightly confused by Leah's contention that freshmen were never in class. "Qué extraño... I'd have thought it's the seniors who are never in class," he said. "Your class is so much bigger that I never noticed."
He slid his pancake pan quickly away from Leah's grasping hands, but relaxed when he noticed she refrained from flipping it prematurely and instead lamented her lack of cranberries to add to the food. "Gracias, but cranberries don't work well with pancakes where I come from," he told her by way of explanation. "Cachapas are made mostly with maize, mantequilla, and salt. Cranberries don't work well, I've found." Romero punctuated his assertion with a mighty flip of the last pancake; it arced almost up to the ceiling before tumbling end-over-end and nearly back into his pan.
"You might try eating them with fruits from out fridge, though," he added, setting the cakes onto two plates. "Tropical sweetness seems to work well with cachapas. Hurry up if you're filtering me; I'm leaving soon." Romero made good on his promise, wolfing down his first pancake in five minutes and picking up the second to eat as he walked.
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Out of Caracas: Whoa, I was just about to quote you!
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 3:16 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
Leah rolled her eyes, "farming isn't as important as learning how to become a doctor or a Mathematician." she pouted. As he said something about Nicknames she thought for a moment. "Your nickname is now Cran....because you don't think my cranberries go could with pancakes....Cause they do." Who didn't love Cranberry pancakes, or Cranberries muffins?
Her eyes followed the Pancake as it went to the air. "Cranberries and Apples are the best fruit, don't tell me other wise. I work hard growing cranberries and Apples are from Johnny Appleseed, who can't love him~" Oh Appleseed. She really did miss him. When he died she had promised herself not to fall with any more humans since all the ones she had feelings for died tragically.
She frowned, No she was in a bad mood and she could feel her leg start to burn again. She let out a small whimper as began walked away taken his other pancake. Maybe she wouldn't eat today.
She shook her head putting back on her happy face as she went after Romero. "Where are we going first?' she asked cheerily. Every step she took she felt pain shoot up her leg, she did her best to hide it though.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 5:18 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
The Spaniard raised an eyebrow as Massachusetts’ voice changed to a more amorous tone when she spoke of Johnny Appleseed. As a South American, he was rather removed from North America’s tall tales, and so had only heard of Appleseed in passing. He personally had no idea how a man wearing a pot and planting apple trees wherever he went could be a hero. The only way one could be a hero was to fight with valor in battle, or outperform one’s classmates academically, or overcome some personal hardship. But Romero did not know the details of that particular tall tale, so it was entirely possible that this Appleseed had done something of the last category. He couldn’t resist needling Leah about it, though, for it sounded as if she had loved him before. “Was he a personal friend of yours?” he asked pointedly, teasingly. If nothing else, he could learn a little more of this man’s story as well.
While Venezuela readily agreed with Massachusetts that doctors were more important than farmers and could ignore her belief that cranberries made everything taste good, he quite disagreed with what came next. Something twitched on Romero's forehead as Leah assigned him a nickname. "Use that ridiculous name in public and I might just use you for javelin practice," he warned. "If you insist, I'll call you Massy instead of Leah, even though I've used the latter for a while now." The nation sighed in exasperation. "Y tambien, have you ever tried eating cranberries with salted corn bread? Ugh." He made a face at the memory. Those had been among the worst army rations he had ever dared invent, in his opinion...
As Leah attempted to catch up with him, Romero told her over his shoulder, "I'm going to Ciencias. Second period hadn't ended yet, and I don't know if Elizaveta is there yet. The only one I can guarantee will show is Antonio." He nodded toward the two pancakes he’d cooked for the state that she had abandoned. “Hurry up and bring those if you’re hungry.” Not knowing and possibly not caring that Leah's leg still bothered her as she was still running after him as if it had almost completely healed, he went on to science.
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Out of Caracas: MA wants Hun to apologize. These two should be heading to Science right now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 10:03 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero returned to his dorm and sat down, intending to finish his homework immediately before going to eat at the restaurant. He didn't feel like cooking anything today, and the leftovers were precious few.
... Hours into his homework, Venezuela had almost finished when the thought crossed his mind that he might want to check up on Luis to see if he had found Juliana at Ludwig's like he'd suggested. If she was there, maybe he could ask Brazil what had happened in the park to get her injured, too. Romero decided to send Luis a quick text for confirmation.
"Luis, have you found Juliana yet? Was she at Ludwig's?" ~Romero--------------------------------------------------------------------
Out of Caracas: I'm so bored here...
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 9:15 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
At last, Romero finished his homework and set about cleaning up his supplies. As he did, he heard the phone buzz with a text. Venezuela wondered if that was Argentina, but when he unlocked his phone to check, he found that it was from Mexico instead. It sounded as if Maria was bored and wanted his company.
Romero shrugged. He hadn't hung out with Maria in a long time--indeed, he hadn't spent proper time with anyone outside of South America--and this would provide a good opportunity to reconnect, if nothing else. He sent her a text back:
"Por que no? I'm done with my work, if you want to go somewhere now?" ~Romero
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2013 4:36 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
"Alright; I'll be there." ~Romero
Once he sent that text out, Romero picked up his jacket and set out. It looked a bit chilly outside, and he didn't want to have to rely on his natural warmth in such conditions.
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