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 Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:31 am
 xxxxxxx ✿ Evan Jones ✿ The Calm Freshman✿xxxxxxxxxxxxx███████████████ ██████ ██ ♔ "Uhm..." He looked at the others then down, shifting uncomfortably. "Hello..." The Alaskan wiped his eyes a bit and bit his lip, shaking a little. Alright, this was really nervewracking for the Alaskan; he felt rather awkward. Out.Of.Nome:
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 6:25 pm
 George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from  Georgia's shoulders slumped as he heard what Florida called him. A vicious Military nut... That sort of negative stereotype towards the Georgian always made him sad to hear, especially when it came from people who mattered to him. He had to deal with the label of being "vicious" since birth-- even from his own "mother hen", South Carolina. He could remember there had been times in his early days when he was only interested in making "fairy crowns" out of yellow daisies for her when he'd come home and she would be talking about how one day he might just turn into some violent monster because of how he was founded... And the look of fear on her face in one of his earlier battles not because she was scared for his well being but because of the destruction she had witnessed him cause on his own as he put another Spanish attack against her to rest...
His eyes dimmed slightly and he turned his head away from Rutilio, his baby-face hardening into an unreadable yet slightly pained expression. "...I'm not... that vicious... Just... Misunderstood... Like a rottweiler or a pit bull..." It might not be the best analogy, but considering how many times people had tried to pass laws to ban home owners and apartment renters living in the Atlanta city limits from owning either due to them "being a dangerous breed", he could almost sympathize with those poor dogs and always felt bad when he went to animal shelters and found that most of the dogs were in fact one of the two breeds before mentioned...
Christian looked up as Feliciano gave his apologies for the hardships of the day to Georgia and Florida. Yeah, it'd been a rough few days, but it wasn't something Georgia wasn't entirely used to. Like Florida, he was used to being the black sheep of the thirteen originals... "G' night, Feliciano. I'll see ya 'morrow." As Feli left, Charlotte walked over to the couch he was on and watched her grab a pillow and scream. He watched her until the pillow dropped from her face and looked up to her with a weak smile and chuckle. "Sis, I don' know what yer screamin' 'bout. I was the one who got slammed 'nta a locker 'n dented it 'n 'Tilio's the one who got a fist to the gut... But, you look tired. Why don' you either make yerself comfy on the love seat yonder or head on back ta yer room for some shut eye." Of course, if it had been up to him, she would be tucked in a bed-- but that was up to her. He'd just hate to think that Andrew would wake up tomorrow and see his sister, who he idolized, curled on a smaller version of the couch that Georgia and Florida were already over-filling. Hell, if it weren't for the fact he could already feel his back tightening and the creaks and snaps that would come from him come tomorrow morning when he woke up, he would have taken the smaller seating area so that she would be more comfortable...
He then heard the door open once more and looked towards it to see... Alaska?! Oh yeah. He nearly forgot his far northern brother shared the dorm with the two southern states... Then again, he'd seen so little of the former Russian territory that he had barely recognized him when he had walked in (even if part of it had to do with both the full extension of exhaustion he felt mixed with seeing the guy upside down with a Floridian laying on top of him). Following in shortly after him was that short little cry-baby of a country that roomed with Hawaii... Aww hell, what was his name again? It started with a "Ray" or a "Rye"... Alright, maybe if he didn't greet-- damn it! He greeted him! Well, thankfully he'd used Georgia's state name, so that meant he was obliged to reply with the small country's national name. "Oh, hey Latvia. Hey Alaska."
Wait, was Alaska crying? It was either that or he was just incredibly nervous... From what Georgia gathered, which wasn't much, the far northerner was shy compared to most states... Then again, maybe if Georgia had been as physically isolated as Alaska was, he would be too. Still, something seemed even more lonely about Alaska than usual. Well, he might regret it and was probably making it even more impossible for him to go to bed, but that darn Southern Hospitality would have nagged at his subconscious more if he ignored an upset sibling. "Hey Evan, you alright? You don't look so hot... AH! N- No pun intended! Really, I swear I wasn't trying to joke just now!" God damn it all in a hand basket! This is why he should keep his mouth shut when he's tired!
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 7:30 pm
xxxxxxx ✿ Evan Jones ✿ The Calm Freshman✿xxxxxxxxxxxxx███████████████ ██████ ██ ♔ "Hello, Christian..." He nodded a bit then looked around momentarily, scratching his neck then sighing. "Oh...no harm done...." The state shrugged his shoulders a bit and looked to the side, wiping his eyes with a sleeve then coughing. "I ah...just..." Evan fiddled with a bit of hair then looked to Georgia, blinking. "I was...rejected, so to speak...and...because of my past..." He shifted back and forth, getting a bit nervous. "...With the whole Russia owning me...I am afraid no one will take a liking to me..." A hand reached up to grip the heart shaped pendant, frowning a little more. "Мое сердце чувствует, что это был разгромлен, но я не хочу, чтобы вина других..." Out.Of.Nome:
Translation: My heart feels like it's been crushed, but I don't want to guilt others...
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:38 pm
  ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀"Tell that to St. Augustine..." Rutilio quipped back before glancing up and seeing his boyfriend's expression. He let his voice trail off knowing he had hit a bit of a sore spot. Which had never been a problem before in their bantering given it was a natural retort which was normally prompted by Georgia accusing him of being a weakling. It was going to be difficult to rewire the way they spoke to one another after so many years of brutal rivalry and spite. Florida decided instead of trying to pretend he hadn't meant anything by the instinctive sting to simply take advantage of the little comparison Christian had made. He smiled obnoxiously. "A dog? Does that mean you are admitting to being the bottom of this pairing?" he asked despite being the one who had thrown himself into Christian's arms for shelter from the Big Bad California. "I will not complain if you want to be my bit--" North Carolina's scream made the still distressed and paranoid Floridian cling tighter to his boyfriend in utter terror. "It is the zombies and pythons! I knew it was only a matter of time before they became organized against me!" He babbled in fear at the sudden noise. "I should have never told Alta about them!" It took a moment for him to realize the source of the scream even after Georgia started talking to the North Carolinian. He blinked for a moment before frowning at her as if she started the false alarm on purpose. "Woman, I see through your tricks and they are not funny," he huffed even though it hadn't been a trick and, if it had been, it would have worked. He belatedly noticed the long-haired, frosty looking emo kid talking to Georgia and internally wondered if this guy would write them some poetry about it. Whatever it was. Rutilio quickly stopped caring. His Southern Gentleman instincts weren't so strong that he felt obliged to go out of his way to be friendly to people he barely knew anything about. Instead the Sunshine State decided to focus his attention on repositioning himself so he'd be more comfy on Georgia and tucked himself against his boyfriend in a snugly manner. He didn't seem to think twice about getting cozy with someone he loved while Christian and Evan talked about him being rejected. Mostly because he stopped paying attention but it was hard to tell if the unpredictable and mildly standoffish state would have thought much about it anyway. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 11:00 pm
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromChristian frowned lightly as Evan talked about being turned down. To any of the continental states, it wouldn't be a big deal. They'd go to a neighbor, b***h and whine for an hour, and then someone would make food or get drunk... or both. (He would know. He was usually the "All of the Above" when it came to heartbreak.) But Alaska... He really didn't have any American neighbors, did he? He had the North Pole and Canada, but none of the "siblings" that he was supposed to be able to lean on... He actually felt bad at how lonely Alaska must be feeling. He would go over and hug Evan, but... Not only was he also comforting his frightened boyfriend, but he knew Alaska would be freezing, and the Georgian and cold simply did not mix. It was sad enough he had walked around in a towel in front of a bunch of women simply because the cold had hazed his mind earlier. He might pass out if he hugged Alaska... "Если кто-то повернул тебя, то они не заслуживают вас. Ты хороший человек. Вы заслуживаете хорошего партнера на вашей стороне." He knew it probably wasn't much in terms of a form of comfort, but he figured Evan needed some sort of comfort. He just hoped his Russian wasn't too terrible. It wasn't exactly one of the languages he used too frequently when either in wars or doing business deals.
He carefully rubbed Rutilio's back... And brought his hand down suddenly in a very hard smack that could be heard through out the dorm while maintaining that same calm expression he had when just talking to Alaska. He simply looked to Florida through the corner of is eyes and, very evenly, said, "If I weren't worried you'd crawl in a corner and wet yourself with how skittish you are tonight, I'd toss you for trying to imply I'm your bottom in this relationship. Just because my lower lands used to belong to you, don't think that means that entails you to jack s**t." However, after silently staring Rutilio down, he turned his glance away from the Floridian and went back to stroking the other's back like nothing had happened.
"By the way, how many times do I have to tell you those weren't zombies. They were just a pair of losers on Bath Salts. Shame too... I almost thought that my Walking Dead show was coming to life... But in Florida instead of my state..." Perhaps the saddest part of this story was how excited Georgia had first become when he thought a zombie apocalypse was really happening... Or how utterly disappointed he was and the fact e moped for a week when he later learned that it was a "false alarm" and simply someone on a new drug powerful enough to make them eat some homeless guy's face... Even now he seemed to be sulking slightly at the thought that zombies weren't really coming after them.
Out Of Coke :: Rough Translation: "If someone turned you (down), then they do not deserve you. You're a good man. You deserve a good partner (person) on (by) your side." There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 11:48 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida jumped at the punishing slap but only tried to give his boyfriend wide, "innocent" Gator tears that practically screamed abuse and mistreatment... Until Christian started rubbing his back again and he dropped the poor, pitiful me act as he melted happily under the Georgian's warm hands. Although he did raise his head again to protest his zombie epidemic being ignored. "That is not so! I found them on my voting rolls! The sneaky bastards have been trying to mess with my elections," he declared. "That is why I must count very slowly and carefully from now on.... To keep the zombies out of my elections. I knew all those retirement homes would bring a curse on me..." Or he just sucked at counting, but Rutilio seemed convinced there was a fraudulent political grassroots movement promoted by an evil group of zombie radicals. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 3:38 am
 "First In Flight"
The Tarheel State
The Old North State
North Carolina, USA
Charlotte C. Jones
Freshman The Tarheel looked up from her pillow that she had just muffled her frustration into. The cushion soon fell from her face as she heard what happened to them. Her mouth gaped for a moment or so. "The hell!? Don't acting like that's nothing, jerk!" Being already flustered from everything going on without her fully understanding was enough, but now she was having to worry about more of her siblings getting hurt. It would be only a matter of time before she would snap from stress. Although with Christian's statements, they looked fine physically... did they miraculously heal or-.... wait Christian is no longer a girl, meaning that England must of changed him back.. At least one part of the puzzle was solved. "Still fill like there's a entire story I've missed." she pouted for a second. It was killing her in the inside not getting the full details but didn't look like now was the time for that. Charlotte raised a brow at Ruitilo over reacting about zombies and pythons. She could understand pythons but zombies? Was this really the same guy that laughed at her freaking out over ghosts? "Suddenly the knight in shiny armor is a damsel in distress." she muttered jokingly. "Don't go 'woman' me. I've dun nuthin to ya." she stuck out her tongue like a little kid at him. "Oh uh hey Evan, hey Raivis." She felt bad for displaying her banners in front of them but didn't apologize. Too bad she didn't understand a lick of Russian, even if she did room with Belarus and Ukraine, both she hadn't seen in such a long time. Didn't take a genius to figure out facial expression however. "Think I'm gonna go check on Heather Merry Weather. G'd night yall. Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite. Don't forget you'll turn into a pumpkin at midnight"(Out of Cheerwine and Pepsi: )
Southern Slang Dictionary:
You'll turn into a pumpkin at midnight >> Don't stay up late everyone is called 'darling',
"yall" is a proper noun,
sweet tea is the house wine,
and you never EVER disrespect your elders...
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 4:48 am
Latvia Raivis Galdent Raivis noticed he was having trouble with his name, which he understood since it was hard for people to remember him. At least he got the country right, as long as he wasn't mistaken for Russia for one of Ivan's sisters. His purple eyes glanced over at his friend who was still visibly upset, maybe this wasn't such a good idea as he thought. He was debating weather or not to tell the Georgian what had happened, he knew it would make every thing worse for him though if Andrew found out. Wait wasn't Andrew in this dorm. The Latvian really needed to re-think his plans more often.
He felt bad when Evan said he was rejected, "D-don't p[put it like that E-evan ." he spoke very softly, for hopefully only Evan could here. "Man nav noraidījusi, tu joprojām mans draugs." he spoke in Latvian, and telling by how well Georgia spoke Russian he bet he didn't know Latvian.
"Well Your Russian isn't bad Mr. Christian, I can tell your not Fluent but your getting there ja." It was then the Georgians words translated from Russian to Latvian and then to English. Well maybe he should leave, he really didn't want to here about it anymore, it was just making him feel worse.
When the female state took her leave he felt like he should to. Before anything got more awkward for him. "I-I'm going to leave to, It's a bit late, and I juste wanted to walk Evan back to his dorm." he looked at Evan again. "Unless you want me to stay."
Traslation:
Man nav noraidījusi, tu joprojām mans draugs.= I didn't reject you, you are still my friend
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 7:14 am
xxxxxxx ✿ Evan Jones ✿ The Calm Freshman✿xxxxxxxxxxxxx███████████████ ██████ ██ ♔ He nodded slightly at Christisn's words then sighed softly, looking down a bit. Even if that was true, what would he do? He did want to have that sense of independence, but the Alaskan figured it would be nice to have someone by his side; even if that was for a little while. "But...how else am I to put it?..." Evan looked to Raivis, blinking a few times then tilting his head. "Я прошу прощения, это просто...когда вы отделены от ваших братьев и сестер, и вы увидите их счастливыми друг с другом, это делает вас хотят то же самое. Тогда, когда что-то не получается правильно...b] The state with dual clored eyes stopped himself then shook his head to clear those thoughts. "I....only....if you want..." He wiped his and then let out a small, pained noise. How was this? Look at you, you're supposed to be a strong independent state...but here you are, sniveling like a little girl. America AND Russia would both be embarassed by someone so weak. Evan furrowed his brows together at such thoughts and bit his lip, inhaling deeply after a moment "I...wouldn't t-take any o-o-offense...well...I um...I could...make some hot cocoa for you t-to take back, Raivis. S-so we'd be o-on good terms.." All he really could do for now was stay positive...although he'd feel hurt for a good while. Crying at this point was really so tempting.Out.Of.Nome:
Translation: I apologize, it is just...when you're seperated from your siblings, and you see them happy with one another, it makes you want the same thing. Then when things don't turn out right...
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 10:05 am
 ╔═.★.══════ ♫The stars at night
are big and bright Susana Maria West
The Lone Star Sophomore
This dorm seemed to be full of nothing but mayhem, Susana noted with dismay. It was just as well that she was feeling a bit better, for she could not have slept even if she wanted to. The news from America she found to be a bit interesting; it was something that she could possibly tease her elder brother about later.
The Lone Star State was not happy that America seemed to overlook Florida's allegations, especially when Rutillo seemed to be so upset. Susana stepped back a little when George came into his room, blinking with surprise at the weaponry that he removed from the room. Was he planning an attack on Landon?!? "Dios Mio," the state muttered.
And then, even more people came into the dorm, Alaska and a friend of his from the sound of it. What was this place, el mercado central?!? Susana resisted the urge to headwall and instead quietly padded into the main room, where everyone was still gathered. She made her way over to Rutillio and knelt down so she could whisper into his ear, "Hola hermano...no te preocupe...lo siento..." As she squeezed the other state's shoulder in a manner that was meant to be reassuring, Susana wondered if maybe she could help her two Spanish-speaking brothers out somehow. While she did not want to be in the midst of any drama, she certainly did not want some of her closest relatives to be in conflict. Her motto was "friendship", after all.
Wanting to hear Landon's side of the story too, she shot the Californian a quick text, "Amigo, what happened between you and Rutillo? He seems to be pretty upset right now? : /
((Out of Austin smile ) deep in the heart
of Texas.♫
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 4:52 pm
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromGeorgia snorted slightly and fought a smirk, even though he knew Rutilio would be able to feel his chest bounce from his very soft chuckling. "You're counting isn't the only thing about you that's slow, Daisy..." He gave his boyfriend a pat on the back before once more rubbing Rutilio's back to keep him calm and soothed-- and possibly send him to sleep. Hey! The sooner Florida was out for the count, the sooner Georgia could be too! Yeah, he could cheat and use the "sleeper hold", but what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he did that?
One with a lot of complaints to listen to, that's what.
So, rather, he went with the more gentle approach like he used to do with sleepy little "new" states when they hadn't been able to sleep back when they were babies. He even rested his cheek against the top of Rutilio's head in a subconscious way to encourage the former Spaniard from lifting his head again. "And I doubt it was really dead people voting... People have been using the names of dead people to give false votes for years now. It's a dirty way to get your favorite politician into office, but it used to work before people finally realized how much of a pain in the a** it really caused..." Honestly. As such a political powerhouse, you would think that Florida would pay attention to that sort of thing..... Actually, no. That was holding too high of a hope. He should know already Rutilio was too absorbed in other things to care for the boring parts of politics... Hell, Georgia barely paid attention to them himself...
He looked to Charlotte as best as he could and waved goodnight to his sister as she left. Maybe if she wanted to know what happened tomorrow, he would explain... After making sure Tennessee was not around. Everyone might be worried about Georgia going after California, but he wasn't the one of the two Southern brothers within this dorm everyone should be worried about putting a bullet between the Golden State's eyes...
Georgia turned to Raivis as best as he could when his Russian was complimented. He gave a small shrug, not too concerned about it. Russian just wasn't one of the languages he normally spoke, and he only had since he felt it might make Alaska feel better. However, he did raise an eyebrow as Raivis said something to Alaska. He couldn't hear what he said, and he knew it was probably in his own language, so he had no idea what he could be talking. However, he could tell something seemed... Off. Alaska was just talking about being rejected, and now Raivis was trying to say something so that no one else could hear... That seemed suspect, and it was making Georgia's CNN curious...
Well, it didn't matter, it seemed Raivis may be leaving soon. It was hard to tell. He turned his attention back on Alaska and blinked lightly. "Well, Alaska, I wish there was something I could say to give you comfort, but you and I both know 'I know how you feel' would be a lie... I do know, however, that if you need a shoulder to cry on or an ear to talk off, you always got one of mine. The other's for Rutilio. He's a bit high-maintenance at times and needs his own separate from everyone else's." He gave another small pat on Rutilio's back and continued with lightly rubbing the Floridian's back. Even if Alaska was not well established with Georgia and Florida's rather bloody and violent past, the Georgian still wouldn't be surprised if it was slightly surprising for Alaska to see the two southerners like this since Georgia was sure he hadn't told the Northern state the news about them dating... Oh well. No big deal.
Georgia watched as Texas padded over to where he and Rutilio were laying and lifted an eyebrow. Was it alright for her to be up and about? Not only that, but wasn't she trying to sleep? Well, she had been up when he grabbed his weaponry... Maybe all the racket in here was keeping her up. He would apologize, but she seemed more interested in Rutilio. No problem. He'd let her talk to Florida and then ask if she was having a hard time sleeping.
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 1:38 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀"I am not slow... I am very good at running a--" Florida hesitated a moment as he realized what Christian meant and started to rise up to sulk, but found his head wedged snugly under his boyfriend's cheek. He snorted lightly as if to silently warn the younger boy he was on to his tricks, but did nothing to stop his boyfriend from cuddling him. Rutilio would be lying if he said it wasn't comfy. The Floridian hesitated a moment when he saw Texas was there and for a moment paled. She was one of Tennessee's best friends, wasn't she? She wasn't going to threaten him for touching Georgia, was she!? s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t! "He started it," Rutilio blurted out in his defense as he pointed at his boyfriend. Sorry, Peaches, but of the two of them he felt like Georgia's relationship with Tennessee guaranteed he would live to see tomorrow if someone had to take the fall. Surprisingly, Texas didn't even bat an eye at seeing the bitter rivals snuggling together on the couch. He stared at her for a moment after she sweetly came to comfort him. "... Chica, have you hit your head?" He heard Georgia call him high-maintenance and nearly rose his head in protest yet again only to find it was still tucked gently under the blonde's. Rutilio huffed unhappily as if somehow being prevented from physically acting out his usual theatrics and drama when flustered made it impossible to properly fuss or get worked up. It just wasn't as much fun. "....I am not," he pouted grumpily and rather lamely considering how easily excited he normally was when given the opportunity to act out. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 8:55 am
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♫The stars at night
are big and bright Susana Maria West
The Lone Star Sophomore
Though she was aware that Florida and Georgia had been rivals in the past, Susana was to tired by now to even consider the fact that they were sitting beside each other. When asked by Rutillo if she had hit her head, she scowled. "What does that have to do with anythin'?". Irritated slightly, she lightly smacked his shoulder. "Cain't an hermana worry about her hermano?"
She rubbed her eyes, looking around at all the activity blearily. The Texan wanted to sleep so badly, but there was too much going on around her now and she didn't want to fall asleep and miss out on anything. But then again, screw missing out on anything. Her head hurt and she was exhausted. Dragging her feet back to Georgia's room, she bade her sibling states a somewhat grumpy, "Buenas noches!", slammed the bedroom door shut, and collapsed onto the bed. All too soon, the familiar and comforting fragrances of cotton and peanuts carried her off into dreamland.
And she would be damned if anyone woke her up before the alarm went off.
((Out of Austin: Derp.)) deep in the heart
of Texas.♫
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 3:39 pm
Seychelles
Cherelle Petit
Freshman
Cherelle returned to Andrew's dorm, carrying the "medicine" she had brought for him. She was slightly relieved to see that Leilani was no longer there. But when she walked over to his bed, she saw him sleeping, and was a little uncertain. Should she wake him up to give it to him, or if she should just leave it there. "Hey Andrew?" She said softly, sitting down beside his bed. When the ocean beats the rhythm and the wind plays the melody in harmony with it,
There, you can hear the sounds that birds are singing.
See, your body naturally starts to move!
The tuna, the shrimps, the dolphins and the sea gulls, when we hold their hands, they all become our friends.
Let's sing to the rhythm.
If we smile each other, our wish will be one☆
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 3:47 pm
The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Andrew had been sleeping soundly since the other states had seen him off to bed. Nothing in the world felt better than being blissfully unconscious as he allowed his body to rest and recover. However, when he felt the light pressure next to him on the bed and someone calling his name, the boy sluggishly opened his eyes. "Mm... hm?" he mumbled faintly as he struggled to understand he had a visitor. The state blinked at her in confusion for a moment before finally recognizing the girl who was at his bedside. "Cherelle...? What are you doin'?" he asked as he started to sit up. ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Grade 9
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