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 Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 7:13 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero was disappointed that his possessed sister didn't follow him. However, this presented him a perfect opportunity to more properly arm himself with the weapon he knew best--his sword.
The Venezuelan found his saber hanging on its usual peg in his bedroom, and he quickly belted it on. As he did that, he ran down a mental list of people who might know something about this. According to Maria and that demon, no one in the Spanish family knew about this, so Antonio and his siblings were out. Almost no one he knew outside if that family knew about magic... except England.
Romero debated the idea of texting his adversary about an internal problem, but reason won out. Arthur was the only non-Hispanic magic-user whose phone number he had--even if the only reason why he had that number was through the UN--and he specialized in dark magic. If anyone knew, Arthur would.
The Venezuelan quickly whipped out his phone and sent a quick text to England before charging back to the back alley where he figured Mexico still was.
"Something's wrong with Mexico. Meet me in the alley." ~Romero
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Out of Caracas: Seems like a logical move to me.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 8:54 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
… Venezuela returned to his dorm and unlocked the door to enter an empty room once again. Unbothered by this, he walked into the kitchen and began taking out materials to cook with. “Is there anything particular you want to eat, hermana?” he asked idly.
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 8:54 am
✿ Consuela Luz Maria Rodriguez ✿
The Rebellious Sophomore Luz Maria entered her brother's dorm. It was pretty clean, at least Romero and Luis Esteban know how to keep a house tidy. She sat on the couch and turned to her brother "Ay, hermano. As a poor nation, one shouldn't be picky. Hehe. Anyway, I'm good for anything. I like all the foods you guys make." Estados Unidos Mexicanos
United Mexican States Spanish >> English {Out Of Mexico City:}
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 8:06 am
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorWhen his alarm clock rang, Luis Esteban dressed in his school uniform and got out of his room. Last night he was busy taking care of Juliana, but he was a bit sad when he shared his feelings but didn't get an answer. he went to the kitchen to boil some coffee.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 3:24 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero smiled faintly. At least his sister wasn’t picky, which made the task of cooking much easier. “Bueno; we’ll have arepa rellena and tisana then,” he said, peering down into the refrigerator for the requisite materials.
Once he took them out of the fridge, the Venezuelan began by showing Luz María how to make the arepa. After mixing masarepa cornmeal with some water, some salt, and a bit of oil, he kneaded the resulting dough until it was soft and elastic and then set the bolus aside. As it dried, Romero cut a bit of butter off of the stick and melted it in a pan over the stove to prevent the dough from sticking later. By this time, the dough was ready to cut, and Romero cut the bolus into four pita-sized pieces. These he placed in the pan and cooked until they were slightly charred. Finally, the Venezuelan took these out, used the pan to cook up some beef and pork, and used these to fill the pitas. He sprinkled some cilantro and goat cheese over the arepas for garnish and then handed one to María. “Here you are,” he said before turning to mix up some tropical tisana juice.
The two Hispanic nations enjoyed a light and hearty meal alone in the kitchen, neither saying much as they mulled over the events of that day. When they had finished, Romero stood up. “Gracia por venir, María,” he said, walking her to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
After the Mexican girl let herself out, Romero went about cleaning up the kitchen. As he put everything away, he wondered why Luis hadn’t come back yet. However, the hour was getting too late for him to go look for Argentina himself. Certainly the boy would come back. He had to. Venezuela yawned and walked into his bedroom, hanging up the sword he had carelessly left strewn across the bed, laid down, and fell soundly asleep.
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: http://www.food.com/recipe/tisana-304534 and Arepa Rellena
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 3:29 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
… Romero woke to the bittersweet smell of coffee emanating from the direction of the kitchen and rolled over to try and get a glimpse inside. He thought he could just make out a wisp of almond brown hair and figured that Luis must have returned while he was sleeping. The Venezuelan yawned and rose from his bed, donning his school uniform and gathering his books into his bag. Picking up his calculus book made him remember that he hadn’t done his homework, but since the teacher didn’t always collect homework, Romero might be able to finish it in class.
“Hola, Luis,” he greeted his brother as he meandered into the kitchen and began packing two of the extra arepas rellenas for lunch. “You were out quite late last night. Qué pasó?”
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 8:31 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorAs he poured himself a cup of delicious Colombian coffee, Luis Esteban saw Romero was up and ready for school. "Buenos dias, hermano. Well.... Lest night, I talked to Juliana. I told her the truth.... I told her my true feelings... And then... She was in pain. Not because of what I said, but something happened in her homeland. One of her clubs got burned down and many were killed. I stayed by her side and took care of her as best as I could. As for her answer to my confession.... Well... I received none..." he sighed "At least she'll be okay, that's all that matters anyway."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:50 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
When Argentina first remarked that Brazil was in pain, his immediate thought was that she had hit something due to her blindness. Had she recovered from whatever the Boitatá had done to her yet? But no; it was due to some local event instead. Romero’s eyes widened in empathy with Juliana’s predicament. “Ojalá se recupare bien,” he said. It seemed that Luis was depressed by Juliana’s lack of reaction to his confession, for which there could be no doubt of the content. Romero hedged a comment that he thought would make Luis feel better. “Perhaps it was too much for her to absorb all at once, hermano. Maybe you could try again another time?”
The Venezuelan finished packing his lunch and downed a glass of tisana from the previous night’s cooking with Mexico and shouldered up his backpack. “Bueno; no use moping around here. Maybe Juliana will show up at lunch and you could talk to her again then. Hasta luego, Luis.” With that, he left for Calculus.
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Out of Caracas: Yeah... Romero sucks at words. XD
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 9:29 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorMaybe Romero had a point. But the least she could've done was give him an answer of some kind. Maybe he'll get his answer some time today. Luis Esteban put his cup down and headed to class.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 9:40 pm
 Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Upon arriving back at his dorm, Romero walked overto his closet to fish out the Van Helsing costume and walked into the bathroom to change. By the time he finished, Luis had already returned and was outside the door waiting for him to leave. The Venezuelan moved closer to the mirror to check his outfit while his younger brother got ready. Gone were the blue, silver-shouldered jacket and pants of his school uniform; Romero now wore a long, shin-length black jacket with intricately engraved silver buttons, which traced a metallic line down to the top of his pockets. These pockets belonged to a pair of puffed sienna pants, which he had tucked into his black shin-high, thinner-soled combat boots. The Venezuelan adjusted his black-and-silver belt, from which hung his trusty sword in its sheath, tipped his hat at a rakish angle, and turned around. “Luis! Estás listo?” he asked.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 10:37 am
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorIn his room, he removed his school uniform and put on his tunic and leggings before putting on a suit of armor and grabbing his sword and shield. Once he was ready and had on something for his horse to wear, he came out. "Si, I am good to go." Someone with his size and strength would have no problem wearing a heavy suit of armor. In fact, to him, it was light as a feather.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: had to go with a knight with a covered face, since all the guys looked older ^^; )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 10:13 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero heard Luis emerge from his room before he saw him and, suppressing a smirk at the memory of his brother dressed in that clunky tin can, turned around with as straight a face as he could pull. Indeed, there stood the tall Argentinean, towering a few inches over Venezuela in his suit of armor. No matter how lightweight it felt to the largest Hispanic nation, that didn't make it sound any less heavy--and how was he going to dance in it as well? In one hand, Luis carried his gigantic claymore; over the forearm on which he bore his shield, he had draped a saddle blanket. This Romero blinked at a few times before returning his gaze to his brother’s face.
“I hope you don’t plan to try and ride Esperanza inside a dance hall,” the Venezuelan told him in a disbelieving tone. “Bad enough that you're going to try and get a sword that big in there--do you have a scabbard for that? And the science room still stinks a little from the last equine entry.” Romero's lips turned downward at the memory of Andrew’s horse, Iris, walking in on his science class. Granted, a dance hall or a gym would have a higher roof than a simple classroom, but there was still a slight matter of floor space to contend with—not to mention potential school rules.
However, there was no denying that a fully-outfitted Esperanza would complete Luis’ outfit nicely. If Argentina wanted to bring his horse in, who was Venezuela to argue? So long as he didn’t get implicated along with his brother. Romero turned around towards the door and opened it. “Pero, lo que sea. She would complete your costume well, after all; and I think weapons might be allowed on campus just today if they complete the costume. Vámanos.”
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 8:05 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorWhen asked if he was going to bring his horse into the dance hall, Luis Esteban simply smiled at his older brother "Of course not, hermano. Esperanza hates being indoors unless its her stall." He looked at the blade that was mounted on his back "Um... N-No.... I suppose I can switch with one of my smaller ones. To be honest, I never even used a shield before since I would use my claymore as a weapon and a shield. I'm supposed to be those knights from medieval times in Europe. Argentinean knights don't really wear so much armor." Once he grabbed a smaller sword, he was ready to go "Si, let's get going. Juliana's waiting for us."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 6:36 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
By the time Romero woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky. Luis wasn’t in the room, either. The Venezuelan yawned and, rolling over, glanced at his alarm clock. His eyes widened. Noon already?! How in the world had he managed to sleep in that long?! Adrenaline flooded his veins as he bolted out of bed and for his closet; however, a pounding headache caused Romero to instantly regret his haste. He felt as if he had been hit in the head with a sledgehammer. Not to mention, his shoulder hurt like hell and his neck ached as if he had been strangled…
Strangled? Man, that had to have been one crazy dream.
No matter. Even if he was hungover from fifty gallons of tequila, Romero would still force himself to class. He just had to figure out what period it was… Checking his schedule, he slipped on his backpack and stumbled out the door. Hopefully the walk would wake him up, if nothing else.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 12:26 am
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
For the second day in a row, Romero found himself sleeping in until well after the sun had risen. What was going on with him? Cracking open an eye, the Venezuelan glared at the sun, as if it were the cause of his lethargy, and then turned towards his alarm clock. 8:45 AM... He wasn't actually as late as he had thought himself to be. Maybe if he hurried, he could go to class without creating a scene.
Before he could get up and make good on this, however, his cell phone buzzed, causing the Alma Llanera to ring obnoxiously throughout the entire bedroom. Romero swore--loudly enough to be heard fro Luis's room if the Argentinian had for whatever reason not gone to class yet--flung off the bedsheets, and stomped over to the infuriating device. His finger was hovering over the MUTE button when he read the display.
It was a phone call from Caracas.
Just like that, Romero's fury was replaced with dread. What was going on in his country now? It was too early for new problems. Hugo Chavez had already died, and a new president (one at least ostensibly more sensitive to the plight of his people) had been chosen to replace him. Granted, Chavez's successor was one of his own supporters, but Henrique Capriles had secured a much larger percentage of the country's votes than any other pro-capitalist candidate in Romero's long memory. Such popularity would force Maduro to make improvements to the old system; so what could possibly be wrong now?
After swiftly unlocking his phone, Romero scanned the notice as quickly as he could comprehend it. Apparently, the economy wars had been worsening, with the American Dollar black market growing in strength and participant numbers. Not only had the new president Nicolas Maduro already re-instituted el Ley Habilitante--something that reminded Venezuela eerily of the man's predecessor--he had also coerced Congress into allowing him to act without consulting the legislative on his actions, This smacked too much of dictatorship--was such drastic action really necessary to repair the country's economy? Now the man was calling Romero back to help him enforce his policies and force manufacturers to keep low prices so that the poor could live. Romero himself thought that the man should mandate and subsidize vocational training so that the poor folk could get jobs that would actually help them thrive, but policy was policy--and if Romero returned to Venezuela now, he might have time to convince Maduro to do just that.
The South American gazed around the room. He had come to regard it almost as a home away from home in his time here, but it seemed that he would have to leave an attend to this urgent business... Romero paced about the bedroom, scrutinizing everything, picking up objects here and there, deciding what needed to come home with him and what could stay here. If everything went well, he could return in a month. And who knew? Maybe the senior class would finally get some spring back afterwards. Lonely classes were hardly worth attending anymore, and if he wanted to hang out with Antonio, he could do plenty of that whenever he wished.
Sighing, Romero set about packing up everything that he would immediately need upon his return to Venezuela. When Luis returned to the room later that day, he would see an apologetic note from his older brother explaining his sudden absence.
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