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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 10:56 pm
  ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida's blubbering halted when he felt the punch on his shoulder. He peeked between his fingers at the monitor to make sure the image really was gone. Then, like magic, he was all smiles and sunshine again as he brought his hands away from his face. "Ok!" he chirped brightly. That trick always worked on England so he wasn't surprised to see it worked on Georgia, too, now that they weren't actively trying to hurt one another. More or less. Like father, like son, as they say! To California's question, Rutilio smirked and suddenly put his arms around Georgia so he could playfully nuzzle his face into the taller boy's neck. He never had been hesitant to put his life on the line in order to fluster or confuse Christian, so why stop now? Especially since he now had proof that his favorite Georgian secretly liked it! "Peaches is so good to me, si~?" he swooned dramatically. "Are you jealous, Alta? You should be~!" He made a few kissy faces at his little brother. Meanwhile, another little brother glanced away with a deep blush at what was happening. He had seen Florida and Georgia play these games before and usually it ended with someone bleeding in a ditch out back... The fact that Rutilio was being all flirty and invading his big brother's space wasn't all that odd, to be honest. So long as Andrew didn't feel like one of his siblings was in danger then he was uncomfortable, but ok with their shenanigans. Providing it wasn't one of his sisters being disrespected, of course. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 4:58 am
~Lundy~Diana KirklandI'm bloody Lundy you dimwits! "I guess I could try..." The english girl bit her lip before quickly adding some dusty countours to the character's (the one peaches had drawn) face, making it look as if he had been in a warground for several months. Then she added some smudges of blood or coal, even mud, all carefully blended in too look realistic. Then going back to the base layer she added a purple bag underneath his right eye, which turned out to be a scar which circled the whole of his right eye in a ragged shape, blending in softly into pink around the edges, then into his natural skin tone beneath all the grime she had edited in.
"There we go." She smiled when she was done, quickly adding a sweaty sheen onto his body and face to make it look more appropriate for his current look and so that it matched the background. Diana rubbed her head nervously as she critically eyed her work, "Sorry if it's not any good, I don't really use computers very often..." Poor Diana didn't really have any, besides an outdated oldfashioned computer on her island.
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:24 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  Of course. He should have known the Floridian was just joking with those fake tears.
Just then, Cali spoke up. Top it off, Rutilio then pure along wih the whole "are you two in love?". Well, yeah, they were, but he sure as hell didn't need to know! Especially not with Tennessee here! That said, after less than a second of thinking it over, Georgia curled his hand in a fist before delivering a rather hard punch to Rutilio's stomach. Hey, he could always apologize later. "I knew I was forgetting something... Thanks for remindin' me."
He turned his attention away from the two former Spaniards, shrugging Rutilio mercilessly off of himself, before turning his attention to Diana. He looked over her handy work before smiling. "Are you kiddin' me? That looks great! You put a lot of great detail into that. Say... Do you want to dance?"
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: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:40 pm
The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Tennessee watched as the wind was punched out of the Rutilio who dramatically slumped to the floor when he was shrugged off as if he had been fatally wounded. Yup. Perfectly normal Georgia and Florida interactions. "S-Still jealous?" the downed Spanish American asked his little brother when he managed to get enough air into his lungs to speak. Andrew rolled his eyes as he took another swig of rum and coke. It wasn't nearly as good as if they had some Mountain Dew, but he wasn't going to be picky so long as it was alcoholic. The way it burned down his throat was satisfying even if it wasn't whiskey and he was starting to feel a little more relaxed. Gosh, was he just tired from not sleeping the night before or was this stuff more potent than he thought? When he heard someone mention dancing, he smiled and instantly pulled his guitar into his lap. Dancing wasn't any fun without music. Music which he was all too happy to provide as he strummed on his beloved Nashville. ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Grade 9
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 6:58 am
~Lundy~Diana KirklandI'm bloody Lundy you dimwits!"Really? Thanks! And sure, dancing sounds fun." The island nodded at the offer with a smile, her eyes flickering to the flirdan who was had been pushed off of the americans shoulder as she rose from her seat. Extending a hand to the other, alert ears picked out the sound of a guitar. Arthur had used to play the guitar when she was younger...
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:37 am
★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ California nodded his vigorous approval at the careful details Lund added to the digital Georgia’s face and form. “You’re really good at adding those details!” he exclaimed. “Dangit, you two; now I’m going to have to make the second character just as detailed!” He shook his finger at the two co-artists in mock reprisal.
“You two? An item? I’m so jealous!” Landon pressed both hands to his cheeks in an exaggerated expression of shock and dismay. “Call me up again when you two get married; I can arrange the best wedding ever!” He was already thinking of booking them a few days at Stanford, where many high-profile marriages had already been arranged.
Just then, Christian cut in by socking Rutilio roughly in the chest, knocking the wind out of the older state. Landon snickered at his longtime mentor’s dramatic fall and couldn’t resist capitalizing on it. “What’s up, Ruti?” he asked playfully, bouncing over to give the Gulf State a bump. “Too old to take a few?”
Something about Georgia’s and Florida’s interactions seemed off to California, but he had no idea what. It looked for all the world that they were still the eternal rivals they had always been. So the West Coast state chose to keep playing along with his Eastern compatriot. “Careful, Rutilio, else I’ll have another spectacular divorce to film!” For Christian and Andrew, Landon turned on a tranquil Beach Boys song at low volume to serve as backup should Tennessee get tired or thirsty. Then, with a sill grin, he darted off into the closet to grab a video camera and trained it on the dancing couple. “For the memories!” the media pack rat exclaimed shamelessly, though he really had no idea exactly what he would use this footage for.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:07 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida swatted at his little brother when he bumped him with a small pout. "You can only say that because you have never been punched by an angry Georgian before," he huffed. Or at least to his knowledge Christian had yet to take a swing at his pesky sibling. Which was a bit of a miracle considering what a trouble maker Landon could be. Not that he was necessarily in a great deal of pain to begin with. Rutilio had most certainly taken worse hits in his day, but it was almost instinctive to "play dead" when under assault. He had learned through years of being bullied in the southeast simply for being Spanish that sometimes the best thing to do was roll over and hope the aggressors would get bored and walk away. It was an old habit, but one that had probably saved him from a lot of unnecessary pain at the cost of his pride. Tennessee was only further encouraged in his playing by having the music turned on although he didn't quite synch up with the Beach Boys. Using their music as his back up, he played his guitar so it would work with the tune yet it was still something completely different as he put his own spin and soul into it. Andrew always preferred to quite literally follow the beat of his own drum regardless of what was going on around him. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:41 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 fromChristian smiled as he took Diana's hand and lead her to a place in the floor that was clear enough for them and anyone else wanting to dance to do so. once he was satisfied with the spot he'd picked out, he placed one hand on his "new cousin's" hip and lead the way in a dance. It wasn't slow like what a couple would do to a slow song. However, it was clear that even with intoxicated, he had every intention of acting like a gentleman towards any woman around him. After a minute a minute of dancing to just Tennessee's guitar, Georgia began making up lyrics to his brother's song. Again, despite how much he had consumed, the lyrics were actually pretty good and flowed naturally to the tune Andrew was playing. As the camera was turned on him, he didn't notice. In fact, the only break in Chrstian's song was a quick "I told you already I ain't legalizing gay marriage, Landon" before continuing on as though he hadn't even interrupted his own words.
Out Of Coke :: What Christian sounds like. 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: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:03 pm
Landon smiled and kept filming, amused at his drunken brother's antics. It was amazing that Christian could dance AND sing so well, even when drunk. (Lost format... Yes, that's exactly what happened, but the account that was supposed to be hit was THIS one, not my main. I found the link from a trusted [not anymore] friend... D: And my normal account status is empty now?)
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:23 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida sat up and leaned back on his elbows while watching Georgia dance with the Kirkland girl. It had been a while since he had seen the younger state take the floor in this manner. Since the art of dancing had been primarily reduced to gyrations and bumping up against one another it was becoming increasingly rare to see a young man and woman simply dance. What was more familiar, but always amazing to witness, was when Christian began to sing along with Tennessee's music. Their performances were nearly always spontaneous, but one would think they had practiced for hours with how well they naturally synchronized. Sometimes it was simply stunning to watch two of the most influential and skilled states in the music industry at work together. It was all so natural and harmonious that even Rutilio fell silent and didn't say anything to tease either of his fellow Southerners. Florida did smirk faintly when Christian said he wouldn't legalize gay marriage. Of course, you wouldn't hear any complaints from him even though they were together now. Just because he was into another male it didn't dampen the Catholic's firm belief in the sacredness of marriage. That was... well, something maybe he would think about later once he was back home surrounded by his politicians and the angry masses of protestors. For now, he was just content to keep listening to the southern siblings' music. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:42 pm
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Landon was really pleased to hear Christian sing along in accompaniment to Andrew’s guitar and his Beach Boys. It fit surprisingly well with the music, even if it did drown out the boys a little bit more than he would have liked. He propped his camera slowly on his shoulders just long enough to stick out his tongue at the Georgian for his retort. Gay marriage legalization or not, California still remembered the unusual delay for Georgia to punch Florida and he couldn’t resist the thought of there being something funny in that.
When Rutilio protested to his teasing, pleading weakness to Christian’s punches, Landon smirked. “What happened to your incredible pain tolerance? Surely that can’t hurt any more than any other blow! And au contraire, bro; I have been punched by an angry Georgian!” The Californian rubbed his arm dramatically. “I daresay my Georgian hurts more than your Georgian.” Of course, they were referring to different Georgians, but the point was made.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 4:52 am
~Lundy~Diana KirklandI'm bloody Lundy you dimwits!Diana easily moved to the music, her feet moving quickly, yet simply and sweetly. It had rythm without being a slow waltz or too fast without being a hip hop dance- you can tell that some of Arthurs punk blood had slipped into the veins of the girl. She flushed a little when the camera was turned in their direction but it also encouraged her to put her heart and soul into that dancing! Heck she wasn't going to be a killjoy. In fact she moved a little like a punk in the way that she completely left behind her normally reserved quiet manner and simply let her body do what it wanted- whenever the music changed she could feel herself move with it, speed up, slow down, perhaps a twitch of another limb at a certain sound. Cheerfully she hummed to the strumming of the guitar as she happily danced with her newly discovered relative.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 11:06 am
Connecticut ▀▄▀C▄▀▄▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀N▄▀▄▀▄ ▀N▄▀▄▀▄▀E▄▀▄▀
The One who's name is Lost forever. I'm Conne, stuck in the shadows of larger states, I really am a state! I swear! Why can't anyone notice me? I'm not a no one, I'm Conneticut, the Constitution State, remember me? ▄▀W▄▀▄H▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀▄▀A▄▀M▄▀▄I▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄ Conne had received a text from one for her brothers about a party, Conne wasn't much into Party's, but he did want to get to see all his siblings again. It had been along time since all of them had hung out, and Conne would of felt bad if he didn't come. Even though he was tired from the trip back from Hartford. His Boss had ran out of noodles for his pasta and freaked.
So Conne had to go all the back to help him get more. Connecticut was just happy his boss didn't forget about him.
Nathanfound CA’s dorm, he was going to Invite Lundy but she wasn't at her dorm when he went to ask her. The black haired boy let out a sigh as he knocked on the door.
He wasn't sure when the party started so he diced just to come over, better to be early then late right? He just hoped MA of PA weren't there yet. He didn't know even if PA was going to the school, but still if he was Conne might as well run back to his dorm and hide under the bed.
Nutmeg state!
Out of Hartford
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 11:19 am
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Landon paused his recording when he heard a few knocks on the door. Another guest? The private night he had imagined between Christian and him was already ruined, so why not invite more people? The partyer was well into his element, between filming and hosting and moviemaking, and he bounded to the door with an energy that belied none of his original surprise at the unexpected guests.
California flung open the door and stood there with his arms wide open, ready to greet whoever had come over. Upon seeing a familiar black-haired head and doe eyes, he slammed his arms shut around the startled Connecticut and hauled him inside. “Hey, Conne!” he exclaimed happily. “Good of you to show up! Especially since parties aren’t your thing! By the way, has anyone found your name yet?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 11:30 am
Connecticut ▀▄▀C▄▀▄▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀N▄▀▄▀▄ ▀N▄▀▄▀▄▀E▄▀▄▀
The One who's name is Lost forever. I'm Conne, stuck in the shadows of larger states, I really am a state! I swear! Why can't anyone notice me? I'm not a no one, I'm Conneticut, the Constitution State, remember me? ▄▀W▄▀▄H▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀▄▀A▄▀M▄▀▄I▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄
Conne jumped when he was greeted, "C-ciao" he said shakily. e hadn't seen his western brother for a long time. He never really needed to since he lived so far away. He was shaking like a leaf now as he was dragged inside. He wondered how this is how he greeted all his guest who came.
As he said something about his name he was tempted to punch him across the face and knock him out cold. But when he saw the others in the room he decided not to. "I-If anyone did they would be dead by now
" he said covering Cali's mouth with his hand. "Now I suggest you never speak of my name again okay, bad things will happen"
Nutmeg state!
Out of Hartford
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