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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 8:32 pm
 ((Pretend this post is between the two posts beneath it and I promise this will make sense. XD)) Tennesee flinched when North Carolina raised her voice. He was about to tell her not to yell until he heard a weird growling sound. What was that? Had a bear or wild cat gotten lose? How did these things keep happening? He forced himself to stand and remain on his feet even if it killed him as his adrenaline gave him slight a boost. Andrew had no weapons, but he wasn't going to let some rabid animal get hold of his siblings even if he had to fist fight it. The Volunteer State moved between Charlotte, Leilani and the sound only to suddenly realize that horrible noise was coming from his brother. "G-George...?" he asked as he could only stare at the older state in bewilderment. It wasn't like he'd never seen his brother mad before, but he never imagined Christian's cosplay meant that much to him. It wasn't like he ripped it on purpose! Even though he knew Georgia was far from a threat, his instincts kept on high alert as he watched his sibling's movements. Had the economy gotten to him, too? Maybe that rip was just the final straw and he was about to snap like Luz Maria and Lukas. Tennessee didn't know if he could handle fighting Christian like that. Sure they got into scuffles every now and then like all brothers did, but to actually fight was something else entirely. Luckily, it seemed Christian still had his head on his shoulders and Andrew did nothing to stop him as he went outside to cool off. He started to relax and the lack of adrenaline forced him to lean a little against the counter. Then suddenly his brother was back! "Hey, are you o--" he started to ask but was cut off by a sudden invasion of his pants. "Ow! s**t, Georgia!" Andrew yelped as he felt his tomahawks being roughly forced into his pants and knew some of his vital regions would be bruised in the morning. He partially doubled over and gripped the counter while he tried to stabilize himself. If standing wasn't hard enough already that definitely hadn't helped one bit. Tennessee could only cringe as he grit his teeth and watched his brother's feet march outside. When the 'danger' seemed to have passed he eased himself down to sit on the ground. "I-I ripped his shirt..." Andrew muttered as he leaned back against the wall while he pulled the tomahawks out of his pants and tried to refrain from nursing his sore regions in front of his sisters. Nothing else had really happened out of the ordinary, but it had been a rough night. So long as Georgia hadn't been using the business end of his tomahawks things would probably cool off and be ok, but it would be a long, long time before he let his brother borrow his weapons again.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 8:41 pm
 North Carolina, USA
Charlotte Wilson (Jones)
FreshmanApparently something happened between Christain and Andrew that Charlotte missed. She didn't know what it was over but she could tell that Georgia was very pissed off. She winced knowing those things must of hurt. "What the hell did you do tick him off Drew?" she asked when her brother left. 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: Fri Dec 16, 2011 8:45 pm
North Carolina, USA
Charlotte Wilson (Jones)
Freshman The state blinked "You ripped his shirt?" Was he really mad over that? she wondered. "Well I think you should get some rest. Do you want me to help you to your room? I think I can carry you."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: Fri Dec 16, 2011 8:47 pm
William Kirkland Mad Hatter
New Zealand - Aotearoa - Land of the Long White Cloud
"Sophomore and ready to learn!" William had winced at bit as some fire burnt his shoulder while he was hiding for cover from the fight. When it started to die down, he popped out from behind a pillar. Everything was destroyed around him. It looked like a hurricane had run through the place. He looked around to find Sadiq with Lukas and Emil. The two brothers seemed to have taken some damage, but they were slowly recovering. He also saw Jack from the corner from his eye. 'A friendly chat wouldn't hurt, would it?' Will walked over to the Northern Irish young man and shined his usual smile. "Hiya Jack, how are ya doin'?" (Out of Wellington: )(Translation: )
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 8:55 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 went over to a lone pillar and leaned against it before he allowed himself to slump into a seated position. He then crossed his arms and legs and puffed his cheeks out, which were bright red with rage. Why was it that Tennessee never once mentioned him? Okay, so maybe he hadn't done too much fighting, but he was the one that cleaned his brother off at the risk of getting bloody vomit to the face or punched.
Speaking of punching, why was it everyone else could hug Tennessee and he'd be fine with it, but the second Christian pulled him into a hug, it was like hugging a rabid raccoon. All Georgia ever did was try to show support and care for the younger state! Okay, so maybe there were a few times where Georgia sort of stood on the sidelines or picked a fight with his brother. Lots of older brothers did that! Just look at Arthur! The man all but dumped his problems on America and company when they were younger and would leave to allow them to solve the problems. At least Georgia didn't do that to Andrew.
He looked down and saw the hole in his shirt. Through the hole, the old scar on his chest was still pretty visible.... How long had it been since he got that scar? It was almost 150 years now since Atlanta... He lightly placed his fingers on the distinguishing mark, though not for very long. His capital, the heart of his state, had long since been rebuilt and fixed, and almost everyone had forgotten about it and moved on. However...
He sighed and ran his hand through the spikes in his hair, able to feel the cool air of the mountains. it was comforting... Soothing.... Maybe Georgia had over reacted. Of course Tennessee would be more friendly towards Charlotte. Charlotte had practically raised him. And what had Georgia done? Try to take back Chattanooga multiple times. Should he go back and try to explain that it wasn't the shirt that caused him to flip, but the fact he was jealous his brother wasn't as close to him as their sister? ...No. It'd be best to let things settle for a little before he tried clearing things up and making them right. His pulled his knees up near his chest and rested his folded arms on top before he allowed his forehead to drop down on top of his arms. "Maybe I am as stupid as my boss says I am..."
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: Fri Dec 16, 2011 8:56 pm
"C-Carry me?" Andrew repeated as if she'd just offered to assassinate what little remained his dignity tonight. He quickly shook his head. "I can just stay here. I'm fine. It's almost comfy," Tennessee insisted. "I'm, uh... not ready to go yet back to my dorm yet, anyway. Gotta check on Melody, Leah and Cherelle, too..." Although Charlotte really did seem uncomfortable in the men's room and he figured she'd want to at least be able to keep an eye on him. That and he shouldn't force Leilani to stay in there, either, and she seemed like she wanted to talk to him. Hawaii didn't normally follow people so he figured it must be important to her. "I can just move outside," Tennessee suggested. Hopefully he'd recover enough to eventually make it back to his dorm on his own if he just sat for a while.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 9:15 pm
North Carolina, USA
Charlotte Wilson (Jones)
Freshman "Oh... okay." she wasn't sure he should be moving himself but she could tell he want to have some dignity left. "At least let me help you up."She hoped that Gegoria was alright she wanted to go after him but Andrew looked like he was needing some physical help. 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: Fri Dec 16, 2011 9:26 pm
Tennessee hesitated. There was no harm in that, right? The problem would be whether he could maintain walking on his own once he was up. If he just had to make it outside the bathroom then he could surely muscle through this. He'd taken his last name from the General and Old Hickory would definitely tell him now was the time to suck it up and keep going. "Yeah," he finally agreed as he allowed his sister to help him up. It wasn't like it hurt (well, now his lower regions were hurting) so he could definitely do this and decided to will himself to walk out of the bathroom at least until he could sit back down somewhere that would be easier for his sisters to reach him without risking their honor.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 9:38 pm
North Carolina, USA
Charlotte Wilson (Jones)
Freshman Charlotte smiled, glad thta he seemed to accept her help. She wrapped on of his arms around her so he could easily place wieght on her if need. "Come on I'll take it nice for ya and don't heistate to lean on me if you feel like you need to. That's what sisters are for, support right?"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: Fri Dec 16, 2011 9:53 pm
"Yeah... Thanks," Tennessee said even though he was obviously embarrassed to need the help. He tried to refrain from leaning on Charlotte and remain tough, but every now and then he allowed himself to rest against her a little bit. Just a little bit. Ok, maybe more than he would ever want to admit. "You can just plop me anywhere outta the way," he mumbled. "I'll be fine just restin' on the sidelines for a while. It looks like they're fixin' the place up to have a dinner or somethin' so you should go have fun with everybody."
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 10:20 pm
North Carolina, USA
Charlotte Wilson (Jones)
Freshman She helped her brother to spot for him to sit. She hoped that he would feel better soon. Charlotte didn't like the idea of leaving him but he seemed to be fine here and their sister was around to keep him company. " Alright. If I find food I'll bring it back to you."With that she left to find her other brother slumped against one of the pillars. The Carolina brought Christain into a surprise hug. "You alright brother? You looked like you needed a hug."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: Fri Dec 16, 2011 10:41 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 fromHis head popped up and he blinked in surprise when he felt someone hugging him, but a quick glance out of the corner of his eyes assured him that it was Charlotte and not some stranger. (He liked getting hugs from strangers, but not when they were pity hugs. Pity hugs are only acceptable from family.) He leaned against her some and brought a hand up to stroke the back of her head as his version of a return hug since to actually give her a hug would require him to turn some, and he was too lazy to do that at the moment. He smiled faintly to her and leaned the side of his head against her cheek. "Hey you. Sorry for lashing out like that.... If you're wondering, I wasn't having a fit over the shirt. Although, Atlanta's getting a little chilly now..." Although, that could just be the cold front that was scheduled to head towards his home. Who knows at this point? However, through the hole in his shirt the old burn mark was pretty clear for anyone looking to see. Maybe if you didn't know him you wouldn't recognize it right away since the hole wasn't too bad, but, still. It did make him subconscious.
He sighed and dropped his arms some with a frown, closing his eyes lightly as he did. "How do you do it? Get him to open up like he does? I try being as nice as you and he always yells or hits me or tries to shove me away.... Is he mad at me for something?"
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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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 11:07 pm
North Carolina, USA
Charlotte Wilson (Jones)
Freshman She chuckled and moved over for him to get a better angle of her. "It's alright, we all have our not so great moments, and it's not 'hey you.' I have a name ya know." she teased. Atlanta. She could see what was going on since his scar was visible. "Ah I get it now." Charlotte looked up at the ceiling for a moment as if thinking abuot it herself and finding the right words to describe the situation. "For one thing your not a girl." she joked before going back into a more serious but gentle tone. "Honestly I think it's because I pratically raised him. I've been doing the same things to him for so long that he knows I'll do them reguardless of what he'll say." She gave a soft chuckle. "And he doesn't hate you, heck, the reason he yells or hits is because he doesn't know how to take affection from others."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: Fri Dec 16, 2011 11:52 pm
"Thanks," Andrew said as he watched Charlotte disappear into what remained of the party crowd. The room was actually starting to look like a party again and he wondered where Cherrelle might be. Maybe she'd found another dance partner. He certainly wasn't going to be moving around on his feet any time soon unless said feet were strong enough to carry him to his room. He was glad to have Leilani's company although he felt embarrassed about her seeing him and Georgia arguing. Getting 'assaulted' with his own tomahawks in front of her would probably leave a bad impression. Tennessee lightly thumbed his tomahawks as he checked over his precious weapons. They were still as sharp as they day Chickasaw had given them to him for protection. Back then the warrior nation was his only friend and ally outside of Kentucky. Even though he had been an American territory, America had offered him no protection against his former "brother." It still made Andrew's stomach twist a little to think Cherokee had once referred to him as his "white little brother" only to turn around and try to kill him for twenty years. Not defeat; kill. Not even conquer. Just like England before him, the nation had determined Tennessee was a threat and wiping the young settlement off the map was the best solution. Thankfully Chickasaw had proven to be more of a friend to him than the east coast. Except for Georgia, of course. George had been the only one of those people on the other side of the mountains who was sympathetic. Andrew frowned. Chickasaw would mock him for trusting someone with his weapons and then have them used against his vital regions. It was a horrible insult to a warrior, but Christian hadn't meant it. He was just having one of his tantrums. A very, very bad tantrum. Tennessee couldn't imagine his big brother would ever purposely hurt him. Georgia wasn't like Cherokee. He was nothing like Cherokee so that was impossible. The volunteer state flinched when his thumb slipped against one of his tomahawk blades. He'd been so deep in thought he hadn't realized how tightly he was holding it. The last thing Andrew needed tonight was more injuries and sighed at the fresh cut. Honestly, any more bruises or cuts he earned just seemed like a drop in the bucket at the moment. Tennessee wiped his thumb off on what remained of his buckskin shirt. He'd need to go buy Christian a new shirt to make up for what he did.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2011 5:52 am
Porkcow001 Leah Sky-Robin Jones
Massachusetts  W
hat did she tell them leave before they get hurt…but no they had to saty and now her little brother was hurt! He needed to listen sometimes…..
Cheshire Cat
lol i have know idea what to post or whats goin on
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