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 Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 6:12 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 wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out with a small gagging noise at the thought of having to wear a jacket. Jackets meant it was cold, and cold usually lead to snow.... And the one thing Georgia was afraid of other than losing his family was snow... sure, he got some in the mountains when it cold, but that's not the point! After last year's snow, nearly the entire state shut down for a week! Plus, '93 Blizzard! Enough said! That was just a nightmarish Hell for all involved. "Thank God I'm planning on going back to being a guy tomorrow. Hopefully England will help me out, otherwise I might have to go to one of our siblings for help." Which was, in itself, a scary thought....
She blushed softly as Florida took her hand and grabbed her stuff before they began strolling to the exit. She punched Rutilio in the side to answer his questions regarding V-cards since she knew he only asked just to get a rise out of her. Although, they both already knew the answer. Even if Christian was a virgin until he dated Rutilio, he'd heard enough from girls to recognize the slight pain she felt when they first... uh, "began to shower" before it started to feel really good was generally the sum of what all they had said how it was like for them.
As Florida paused, Georgia tilted her head before she glanced to where Florida was looking. She then tensed slightly as she watched Landon stood down and pick up both Rutilio's belt and Georgia's torn shirt....
s**t.
Florida handled part one of why they'd both been in the locker room together and getting dressed simple enough. However, that did not satisfy Landon as he held out the torn shirt. Now it was Georgia's turn to fix this. She walked over and snatched the shirt from Landon's grasp with an annoyed look on her face. "We were gonna grab some cleaning supplies, and while I was reaching up for something my shirt got caught. Because of that, I tried to unstick myself while dealing with the cleaner, and I would have dropped the damn thing onto my head had I not just jerked back and caused a small rip. Rutilio tried to grab the cleaner, accidently grabbed my shirt and, well... Yeah... We ended up dropping the container of cleaner and had to clean that mess and then we came here to clean ourselves off."
She grabbed Landon by the tie slightly and pulled him away from the doorway so that she and Florida could continue making their exit. She ended up backing herself up so that she wasn't too far from a set of lockers behind her. She then patted Landon on the head and smiled cheerfully up to him. "Really, you always get worked up over the silliest of things~! Maybe if you learned not to be so nosy more people would liek you, like Florida and I~!" Of course, she had no idea Germany had already flat-out told Landon that he more or less hated the Golden State and had no issues with either the Peach or Sunshine States.
Out Of Coke :: By the way, yes. I am setting it up so that if you want Landon to slam Christian into a locker if you want. 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: Thu Nov 08, 2012 10:27 pm
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Landon stood guard in front of the door, his arms folded as he listened to Christian’s dubious tale. While more plausible-sounding than Rutilio’s, there were two major flaws: He had just passed by the janitor’s closet while escaping Ludwig and the pool, and not only had it been securely locked, but there had been absolutely no sign of either of his siblings there. Too, with his attention focused entirely on the two red-handed states, California did not miss the genderbent Georgia’s tensing up at his discovery of the shirt and belt. That was as sure a sign as any he’d seen that she, and therefore Rutilio, were lying, and over no minor matter at that. Yet the act that California had narrowly missed catching them performing was not the main focus of his anger. He was more enraged that Georgia and Florida would stoop so low as to coerce him to jump out of the frying pan that was History class into the fire of German punishment to do it in the first place without simply waiting for a more uninterrupted experience in the privacy of their own dorm.
As soon as she snatched her shirt back and even had the temerity to pat him on the head after what she must have done with Rutilio, Landon lashed forward and shoved Christian backwards into the lockers. Hard. His rage at being tricked and lied to fueled his strike so that it was no minor clang they heard from the impact of bone on metal. The resulting force of his attack flung the metal end of the belt lancing through the air and smacking into the locker with an additional clang.
“I get worked up over the silliest of things?” he spat. “I don’t consider lying for the sake of your own publicized lewd acts a trifle at all. As I recall, you wandered over to History and lied to me that Germany will ‘go easier on all three of us’ if we all show up early for our punishment when you know that that kraut flat-out hates me for calling World War Two as it was. You acted as if we’d all go confront Stiff and get our punishment over with together, but as soon as I leave, you two run to the gym to have some fun while I get pummeled with chore after f***ing chore?! Germany practically had a field day with me! Guess how he thanked me for showing up early to clear that already undeserved punishment (for rescuing an abused dolphin)? Not only do I have to clean the entire blasted pool, but I also got slapped with testing the damn thing for chlorine, sweeping the damn pool grounds, repainting the lifeguard chair, and cleaning the f***ing gym equipment! Go easy on us, my a**!” Landon finished sarcastically, slamming Christian’s shoulders violently into the lockers again for emphasis. “Thanks so much for all your help! You really saved me some labor there!” The Californian was absolutely infuriated that he could have been suckered into hoping that Germany would go easy on early arrivals by Georgia and have not had the Southerner’s support when Germany did not.
“You say that shirt got ripped because you two were reaching for cleaning equipment? Well, news flash: I just walked past that padlocked closet looking for pool cleaner myself, and you two were nowhere in sight! Nor did I see any sort of key ladder nearby! That kind of rip does not occur simply by trying to haul something heavy off of a high shelf. Your hypothetical cleaner would have fallen on your head if Rutilio had grabbed your shirt as you say, simply because your shirt, attached to your own heavier mass, would have dragged the cleaner onto your head anyway--if it had even moved the damn thing at all!” Landon’s voice had gotten progressively sharper as he yelled at Christian, and his eyes were the same dead ice-blue hue they had been in his early industrialist days. “Don’t play dumb with me! You’ve made cotton and cloth since the colonial years, and I’ve seen plenty of home activity myself. We both know beyond any shadow of a doubt that ripping a shirt clean in half does not simply happen by accident!
“I know that you and Florida are an item now, but for God’s sake, restrain yourselves! Jesus, every time I’ve seen you two since you realized, you couldn’t simply stick to holding hands! First kissing, now gender-changing, and now this?! I don't entirely care if you decide to screw around anymore. Go ahead and have your fun if you must! But keep your F’ing promises and keep it to a room next time! Nobody wants to run into this kind of crap in a public place! What if I had been Germany? THEN what kind of trouble would you be in?!” As far as the enraged Westerner saw it, what he was doing to Georgia right now was a kindness compared to what Germany must do. “If you can’t even keep your word that you’ll come to the pool with me and ‘beat Germany there so that he can let us out early’, then get the hell out of this school, since you obviously can’t be counted on to be where you say you’ll be!! But before you do, I have every intention of hauling you over to Germany and watching his face when he finds what you two have been doing instead of working!”
Landon had no more words for Georgia and Florida. He simply seized his traitorous siblings by the collars and marched them out to the pool where Germany awaited.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 4:10 am
  ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Rutilio had been tempted to just tell Georgia not to bother since he didn't think they owed anyone an explanation for where they had been. It wouldn't do any good because once the Californian had made up his mind--right or wrong--no amount of talk could make him get off his high horse. He sighed softly and internally lamented over how this had started out to be such a good day and now they were going to get caught up in one his little brother's ridiculous little temper tantrums. He had hoped they would all have some fun during their punishment and now it was just going to be a miserable experience. Maybe he should just skip it because he was pretty sure even Germany couldn't come up with a punishment worse than California's bratty behavior. The sudden bang and shudder of lockers as Georgia impacted them made the Floridian jump. His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly in shock when he realized what California had done to his boyfriend. Maybe he wasn't culturally the most southern or gentlemanly of the southern gentleman club in the South, but even Rutilio felt a strong impulse to rush forward and lay into the younger boy for being violent with a woman. C-Christian wasn't a woman, though, so was it ok? He still had a woman's body and they were supposed to be more frail. (Rutilio had bruises that proved otherwise, but they still seemed so small against a man.) Rutilio only half heard the Californian's selfish ranting about his woes and how everything was all their fault. Every word he said made the light and color drain out of the normally sunny Floridian's eyes little by little as his good humor and patience was quickly being drained from him at an alarming rate. When Landon was stupid enough to touch his collar, Florida's hand was fast as he roughly grabbed the Californian's wrist and twisted it roughly to make him let go then practically tossed it off of him like it was filthy. He was nearly shaking with barely controlled rage as he looked at Landon with eyes that were nearly murderous. "Alta..." he said in a low, dangerous tone he had never taken with the younger boy before. "You are so wrong on so many levels about nearly everything you have said and I do not have the time nor patience to sort out your stupidity. If you want to take out your self-righteous bitching on someone I do not mind if you dump it on me and I do not mind if you falsely blame all your problems on me even though we both damn well know it is your own mindless impulsiveness and ******** mouth that gets you in trouble. No one told you to go sprinting from the History room on your own. No one told you to be a p***k to Germany and put yourself on his hit list. No one made you a ******** promise about anything. No one but you are responsible for the things that happen to you. I will not take responsibility for your moronic actions and inability to recognize when you have gone too far because your head is too far up your a**. But I've stood by and let you think you were right many times since I know even as you stand before me you are too stupid to understand the world does not revolve around you. I have no intention of trying to make you recognize the error of your ways, but..." Rutilio's dark expression tensed as he looked at California as if killing the younger state at that moment would not phase him anymore than stepping on a bug. Though he had loved the younger boy dearly, enough was enough. There was a limit to what even a beloved little brother could get away with and he was starting to care less and less that they were family every time California tried to pretend like he was a victim of their relationship. "... I will tell you now that if you shove a woman like that in my presence again, no matter who it is, I will break your arms," he swore. "And if I hear you go on another bigot rant about Germany being a kraut or only disliking you because of WWI, I will break your legs. Trust me, we all know there are a plethora of reasons to dislike you which have nothing to do with WWI and it is about time you learned some humility and respect for someone other than your reflection. Now let go of my boyfriend before I break your neck, too. I am not ******** around with you, Alta. This is not the first time you have gone too far, but it very well may be the last if you refuse to back off." Of course, Rutilio didn't expect that the Californian would be smart enough to realize he'd crossed a line and leave. Landon was probably too childish and obnoxious to simply take the higher road. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 10:10 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 gasped in surprise and her eyes went wide as she was suddenly falling back before landing harshly into metal. Besides the loud clanging noise and initial pain of her head smacking hard against the lockers, she could feel metal dig and imprint into the flesh of her back. She whined out slightly and closed her eyes as she tried ignoring the pain coursing through her body. Of course she had to go and piss California off near election time. as if the guy weren't moody enough, he always seemed a little stronger than her this time of the four years.
Another slam against the and she gasped out in pain before whimpering. She opened her cyan eyes and looked up to Landon in both minor pain and slight fear. His grabbing her by the shirt actually caused a few of the top buttons to come undone and, if Landon weren't in such a rag and was paying attention, he probably would have seen a little bit of the scar on her chest even though most of it was hidden by mountains at the moment.
And despite the yelling, Georgia couldn't help but ignore what was being said as her mind went to how maybe it would be better if she just stopped going to school here. She had been so happy when she first got here. She had been here with her siblings and had some fun-- but as more states came the less fun it became. And now, it seemed every other day another sibling was punching or, beating her up, abusing her, yelling at her, telling her how terrible she was, telling her to get out of their sight, ect. Nothing amounted to anything. It's not that she ever expected any thanks for anything she'd done for any of her siblings since she normally went without any form of gratitude from anyone. However, the bullying was worse now... and it seemed to be getting worse now that she was finally trying to embrace her bisexuality and know what it was like to be in a real relationship for someone you actually cared about. The most ironic part was the fact that it was California, who claimed to be the most tolerable for these sort of relationships, who was causing her the most misery. You would think the state that legalized gay marriage would be more accepting of Georgia and Florida more than Georgia and Florida were who were both so religious that it was almost painful just talking about union between two men or two women.
A tear rolled down her cheek and landed on Landon's hand just before she was once more yanked around by the fabric near her throat and gave a small coughing gag to try and recover from the abuse her throat was getting. She just wanted to leave. She wanted to run away and just never have to deal with any of this again. It was almost enough to try and fight Alfred to regain the days where she struggled on her own as an independent state from the rest of the Union where not only did she barely have enough money to feed her people and herself but she also had no ability to interact with any of her siblings. She did her best to grip onto Landon's hand to get him to release her, but it was to no use and, in the end, she just broke down and began sobbing as she considered her option of just leaving the school once Tennessee was back to health.
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: Sun Nov 11, 2012 12:46 pm
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Landon recoiled rapidly as Rutilio seized his wrist and threw it off, hauling Christian backwards a step as he ignored her feeble attempts to get him to let go. Every word that came out of the Gulf’s mouth only made California, whose rationale was already clouded with rage, even angrier. The Westerner did not even try to hide the tightening of both of his fists. Was Florida so blind as to not see how little weight his false accusations held, or how much of a b*tch Germany really was? As far as he was concerned, the only lady here was Georgia, and that coincidence was just a manufactured scheme to legitimize their relationship to the largely conservative Union. Even if California had supported transgender, bi-, and homosexual unions before under Proposition 22, Mayor Newsom’s frightening statement about its spread had reminded him of the proposition’s blatant violation of his constitution and decisively turned him in the opposite direction. It had yet to thoroughly sink in that the courts had ruled Prop 8 unconstitutional because the decision was officially still pending; thus, California currently rejected the idea that two states more conservative than he on such matters could see each other. Landon was more enraged at the idea that Rutilio and Christian would try and skirt both him and the admin by making out in such a public place as the gym locker rooms.
The Westerner was been just about ready to punch both his brothers’ lights out when he felt something wet land on his coiled fist. He glared quickly at Christian, who seemed to be outright crying over the exchange. Landon’s furrowed brows relaxed slightly in confusion as he watched the Southerner cry. He had expected the army state to lash out at him, to punch him or kick him, and her absolutely contradictory reaction confused him. As mad as he was, he couldn’t entirely bring himself to punch a lady with that face, even if that ‘lady’ was really a lad. Simply put, Landon did not know how to deal with both anger and sorrow in the same place.
So instead, California lunged forward and lashed out at Florida in what would be a concussive headshot. As much as he wanted to take out his rage on the Gulf state, however, he still couldn't quite bring himself to desecrate the face of one of the states he respected most in the entire Union. So, at the last moment, though, he changed his mind and redirected his punch, dropping it at such a precipitous angle that it connected with Rutilio’s gut instead of his face. The sudden change of angle increased the power of his attack, and Landon suspected that it caught the Gulf off-guard. But the move also placed California’s upper forehead directly under Florida’s chin, and his target’s resulting collapse around his fist dropped the point of Rutilio’s chin directly into the joint of Landon’s skull, jarring him.
After the two staggered backward, Landon released Christian almost contemptuously, shoving her away from him so that she stumbled as well. “You know what, bro?” he growled. “Deal with that sh*t yourself. Have fun cleaning up the pool and the gym yourselves. I’m out.”
California kicked the pool cleaner sharply into Florida’s shin and threw the Gulf’s belt down near a small storm drain (of the sort that was usually installed near locker showers and drainage pipes) with a resounding slap before storming out of the gym for the dorms. He didn’t want to put up with this crap anymore. As he left, Landon snapped his fingers low to his chest and smiled darkly as the sprinkler system responded, dousing the area in a heavy mist. It would switch off once someone made a move to do so manually.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 3:18 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida tensed when California's gaze shifted towards the petite and sobbing Georgian in his clutches. Not long ago Rutilio would have laughed at anyone who said that his little brother would strike someone who was virtually helpless against him, but that blind faith couldn't stand anymore. His heart beat faster as he waited anxiously for his lover to either be abused or released. The Floridian was so focused on Georgia's fate that he didn't anticipate any attack on himself. The hard fist in his stomach came as a total surprise and for a moment all Rutilio could see was black spots. When he was able to move again all he could do was sink to the ground while his body tried to recover from the sudden shock. He coughed out a speck of blood on the ground, but otherwise did nor said anything to Landon. Rutilio had more than enough experience in getting beaten up by bullies to know his best option was to wait it out until they got bored with him. He just never thought the bully would ever be his precious hermanito... His clay brown hair fell over his eyes as he kept his face down while California finished off the attack by kicking pool cleaner into the elder state's leg then throwing his belt away. Florida barely flinched at the bruise forming on his shin while his memories flickered back to a bouncing baby state who was always demanding his attention and trying to show off a new camera or a precious metal he dug up. Rutilio wasn't sure if he could recognize that child anymore... When the sprinkler system went off, the Sunshine State stayed put for a few moments before sighing softly and heavily sitting back on his legs. Quietly the Floridain wiped any blood from his mouth off on the back of his hand before looking over at where Georgia was. His coral reef blue eyes were startlingly clear and calm given the situation. Then again, had there ever been a time when she or anyone else had beaten him where he didn't pick himself up five seconds later seemingly unburdened by sorrow or pain? In seconds he was on his feet again with one of his usual stupid grins. "That went better than I thought it would~!" he said lightly and held his hand out to Christian as if the whole exchange was no stranger to him than breathing. "Are you ok, Peaches?" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 6:59 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 gritted her teeth as Landon's attention was directed towards her with more malice than she'd seen from the "Golden State". Sadly, though, it wasn't the first time she'd gotten a look like that from any of her siblings, which was perhaps part of why it did nothing more for her then tense up as she braced herself to be the first one assaulted by Landon. However, something in him seemed to soften somewhat. Only for a moment though. Soon, Georgia was jerked around once more as Landon moved to punch Rutilio. Georgia went to say something when she felt herself being shoved and start to fall. She twisted herself in order to try and grab hold of something, but the only thing she did was catch the corner of one of the benches with her brow.
She winced and curled up in pain as the throbbing in her head began. She could feel a small bit of blood dribble down her face from a cut in the center of the welt forming from where the skin burst from impact. She continued to cry pitifully as she brought her knees closer to her chest and hugged herself, almost expecting Landon to either come over and kick her or to at least spit in her direction. However, neither happened. Instead, he yelled something at them, which only added to the pounding of her head. However, he eventually left the two southerners behind before activating the sprinklers. She remained in her spot, not even sure if she wanted to ever get up.
She heard Rutilio say something and tried to focus on his words. However, it wasn't until he was standing over her with an open hand that she heard him. "Are you okay, Peaches?" Was she? She'd always sort of thought there was something wrong with herself for even liking another man, let alone Florida. She had been born for the sole purpose of killing him-- so why she ended up forming a crush on him when she was small was crazy. So, was she?
She turned her tear-stained face up to him from where she was curled on the ground and sniffled lightly. She reached one hand up to rub the knot forming on her forehead before she turned her face away once more and frowned as she hugged herself once more. "....No... I'm not.... I... I thought maybe I'd be strong enough to endure any sort of harassment we would get for being a couple since I know being bisexual is wrong and all, but..." Her eyes watered more and she hugged herself even tighter and curled up more as she shook slightly. "Why is it as things get good they get worse? I... I hadn't meant anything wrong by dating you, but everyone just keeps coming after me and treating me worse than before. I'm tired of this! A- And now, even California is beating on you?! I- It's my fault! All of it is!" She gave out a sob and covered her face with her hands. "I- I should have kept my mouth shut! I should have never told you how I felt! I- If I had just continued to pretend I was normal and not some freak for liking guys and girls, then this wouldn't have happened! I... I can't take it back though. I can't. I can, however, just leave. I- If I leave, maybe things will get better and everyone will at least like you again. I'm fine with people looking down on me since I'm so used to it, but I'm tired of other people targeting you just because of me and my stupid big mouth!"
She pulled herself together enough to sit up. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hands, wincing as her hand brushed the open wounded on her brow. She didn't even care that she was getting soaked from the sprinklers. "W- When Andy's better, I'll tell the principal I want out of this school and I'll go... It's for the best if I just go away..." She stood up and swayed for a moment before she re-balanced herself. As a male she would have handled the fall and blow to the head with no problem. Seemed this new body, which was never broken the way his normal body was, just couldn't handle hard blows. Oh well. She lightly took Rutilio's hand with one hand and grabbed the cleaner with her other and gave a half-hearted tug on her boyfriend's hand. "We... We should go serve our punishment before things get worse..."
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: Sun Nov 11, 2012 7:54 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Rutilio's smile faded into a light frown as Georgia pitifully curled into herself a tight ball of misery and self doubt. He felt his hand shake slightly and had to will it to be still before she noticed. There were many horrific and gut wrenchingly tragic things he had seen during the long course of his life. Most of them were things which to this day still made him feel sick remembering, but few truly made his heart want to break as he watched his Georgian withering into herself on the wet locker room floor. Florida was quiet but mostly because he didn't know what to say. What was there to say? It wasn't like he condoned bisexuality in any official institution even though he had few reservations about it in practice. Rutilio didn't have the answers about whether or not it was right or wrong and he hadn't exactly tried to rationalize it in any concrete way. Florida stepped back just enough for Christian to stand and watched carefully as she steadied herself. Once she was ready and had a gentle grip on his hand, Rutilio's smile returned despite the rather heavy subjects he knew she was tangling with at the moment. "I do not regret it," he said softly as he leaned over to kiss the Georgian affectionately on the top of her damp head. He allowed his lips to linger there as he closed his eyes and contented himself just being this close to her. If Christian really was going to leave him then he wanted to make sure he committed the short time they were together into his memory. His grip on her hand tightened slightly even as he internally told himself he could let go of Georgia if this would make her feel better. He could let go if he wanted to... the problem was that Florida didn't want to. Holding onto people had never been his strong suit, though, so he knew it was better to quietly submit to the whims of greater powers than him. Fighting it would only make things worse and Florida's fate had never been his to decide. It seemed that even his personal relationships were still dictated by the whims of former Spanish colonies from the immediate family. Trying to hold onto Georgia now would probably end just as badly as when he had wanted to hold onto her back then... ... But his grip on her hand only became stronger. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 9:08 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 felt the tightening around her hand and the kiss on her head. She bit her lip lightly and sat the pool cleaner down before she wrapped her free arm around Florida and buried her face into his chest. "I don't regret you, Rutilio... I don't.... I just regret all of the pain I've caused you-- especially now. I- I'm sorry... Please don't hate me." She nuzzled his neck lightly, hoping any anger he felt towards her for saying she planned to leave the school wouldn't last long. As silly as it seemed, despite all the crap that'd happened, she really couldn't blame Florida. As she said, she really did not blame him for an ounce of what had happened between them... Well, any of the recent stuff. What was in the past was in the past, even if some of the thoughts that Florida could and would revert back to picking fights with the Peach State out of any form of spite still lingered.
She rubbed at her eyes and settled her cheek back against Rutilio's shoulder. "D- Do you think maybe we should go to the principal about all of this? I mean... I- I don't want to get Landon in trouble. It's just... I feel so targeted lately, and... And that's why I said I wanted to leave... Maybe Andrew had a point in saying I always run away from my problems once it involves family..."
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 Nov 12, 2012 12:22 am
 There are 3 rules in this school
1. Don't run in halls
2. Get along with everyone
3. Survival of the fittest Arthur Kirkland
Student Vice President
Member of the Disciplinary Committee
The Junior GentlemanArthur's brows narrowed as he got closer to the gym. It had had been thanks to sprinklers that expose as to where the trouble makers were. Ludwig was already getting fed up with the students that were to clean the pool, only to have not done so or ran off. Alfred lagged a little behind, but the English sprinted since he realized the doors were left open and he needed to get there before whoever set off the alarm could run away. "What is the BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?" he growled the second he stepped foot inside. England didn't start to look around to see what damage was done until he quickly found the system to turn off the sprinklers. Searching around, the Brit was able to find Ruitilo and Christian. "Wha-" He blinked for a second. Both looked as if they had seen better days. "Are you two alright? Mind explaining what happened here and why neither of you were at the pool as prompt?" he said in a serious tone yet neutral tone. Arthur wasn't angry as much as he was concerned. But something was missing... "Where is California?"(Out of Tea: sorry if I'm missing something, there so much to read and to follow. >.<; )
British >> American:  I have rules in my territories: *Follow my orders *Call me -sama *Don't complain about my food
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 12:53 am
Alfred F. Jones
Hero
*best junior ever*  Alfred stumbled along behind the blond brit.
"Huh?"
He stopped when the other did kinda glad he took the lead so all he had to do was follow. He looked at the 2 in front of him...why was he looking at a girl? Was his headache effecting his eye site too?
"Georgia?"
He had been trying to call him Christian like he liked, but forgot sometimes.
"Where is Cali? I got something to talk about with you guys."
He rubbed his forehead.
"Is every thing alright?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:35 am
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida only released Georgia's hand so he could hold her in his arms while she snuggled into his chest and neck. Though they were both soaked to the skin again, he felt warm and content as he gently held Christian. He was cautious where he allowed his arms to rest against her lower back knowing how roughly California had shoved her into the lockers. It brought a soft frown to his face knowing the one who had been hurt the most by their relationship was her. How many times had he made her cry now? The question about telling the principal took Rutilio by surprise. He pulled back just enough to look at Georgia in confusion. It had never occurred to him it was possible to tell on someone who was mean to them. During all the years when he was bullied or neglected by the other Southerners, he never once went to America or anyone else for support. That never seemed to be a legitimate option. Would something like that work? What would California do if they tattled on him...? Landon never seemed to learn from punishment (or anything) so it was a tough call on whether or not it could make things better or worse. Florida jumped when he heard England barge in demanding an explanation and held the Georgian tighter against him. "We are innocent!" he blurted out instinctively although he didn't seem to know what to do with England's questions. He just looked down to Christian uncertainly since he didn't know how to handle bullying other than playing dead until they got bored and walked away. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 12:13 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 heard the angry (and familiar) roar of an angered British gentleman enter the gym. She flinched slightly and continued to cling onto Rutilio for a moment more before England finally found them in the locker room. She turned her head towards Arthur and shied into Florida's embrace a little more with a slightly stubborn frown on her face. She brushed some of her bangs from her face, which only showed the lump and cut on her brow from the impact on the bench when she was shoved down. She didn't even notice her knees were even starting to bruise since she was so used to that area being bruised from all of the fights she'd ever been in. Alfred came in shortly after and Georgia adverted her eyes from them for a moment.
She then looked up to Rutilio apologetically for a few seconds before she looked back to them.
"....I don't know where California went after he beat on us..." She turned to the two nations there so they could see her face a little better and see that she's been crying recently along with the wound on her head. "We... We came here to shower since I had gym last period, did some working out, and then-- and forgive me for this one but at least I'm admitting it-- I skipped the second half of gym to go to the sophomore class since nearly no one was here and I got lonely... O- Only a little lonely though! I- I would have been fine on my own, b- but I don't like being alone..." She got her usual tsundere pout on her face for a moment before she sighed and looked down. "A- Any ways, we finished showering and we were on our way to the pool when Landon came by and saw us in here. He flipped out and... Well...." She pulled back from Rutilio. She knew her collar was still jacked up and the buttons that came undone when she was snatched showed signs that someone had forced it open slightly. She then turned her back to the two nations and lifted the back of the shirt to show she had a perfect markings that lined up with one of the lockers nearby, which looking, she could see a small dent about where her head had been on one of them. "He... He didn't take well to it and he came after us... again."
She lowered the shirt and jacket once more and faced England and America once more. She then looked down at the ground as her eyes watered up. "Alfred... I- I'm really sorry.... I feel like I've done nothing but caused trouble for you and the other states since I came back from my mission... Would you forgive me if I went away? Would you not hold any bad feelings towards Florida if I just went home and stopped being a problem for you? I can... I don't want to, but I also don't want to give you any more head aches just because there's something wrong with me that makes me like Rutilio like I do and have for a long time..." Georgia sniffled slightly before she covered her face with her hands and began crying once more. she really did hope Alfred wouldn't be too mad at her... Or at least that he would forgive Florida and just blame her if it had to come to it.
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 Nov 12, 2012 7:29 pm
There are 3 rules in this school
1. Don't run in halls
2. Get along with everyone
3. Survival of the fittest Arthur Kirkland
Student Vice President
Member of the Disciplinary Committee
The Junior Gentleman Arthur frowned. "No one is pointing fingers, Rutilio." Yet. The only thing of saying something like 'I'm innocent' would give is suspicion, but he was aware of Florida's tendencies. However given the obvious injuries and damage done, there was much that had happened. Thankfully Georgia was able to share some light on the subject. He held his tongue to makes sure he got all of her details. The Englishman's brow only narrowed even further as she continued. Their well being right now was a higher priority than finding out students skipping class, didn't blame her for not wanting to be alone. At least Chris was being truthful. It infuriated him as a gentleman for all the possible things that could happen at this school, this was the absolute worst. Not just once but twice! Arthur walked over, grabbing two clean towels that were kept in the locker room, so Chris could talk to Alfred. The Englishman of course over heard her words, every bit... He couldn't blame her for feeling like this. After dealing with Patricia's collaring indecent, and it appeared turning into a girl did the trick since the collar was no longer there, up to now. Arthur handed over the towels to Rutilio. "Here, quickly dry yourselves off before you two catch a cold." Their clothes must be soaked from the sprinklers. "Please take Georgia to the Infirmary. Unless you wish for me to heal your injuries here and change Christian back to being a male. Either way, I'll have to talk to Germany and report this to the Principal." His fist clenched. "California wont be getting away with this injustice."(Out of Tea: sorry)
British >> American: I have rules in my territories: *Follow my orders *Call me -sama *Don't complain about my food
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 7:58 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida looked away when Georgia began to cry again. He had never been a fan of seeing his old nemesis sobbing and somehow being a girl made it infinitely more tragic. Rutilio was all too relieved to have a distraction when England handed him the towels. "I am not injured," he said when his former empire offered to use magic to heal his wounds. His abs would be bruised but the Floridian hardly saw that as cause for medical assistance. Slowly his eyes drifted over to Georgia again as he recalled the way she begged for America to forgive her for having feelings towards him. He sighed lightly when England suggested punishing California more. "That... will not work..." he admitted softly as if there were fewer things more agonizing for him to admit. Florida hadn't wanted to fight with his baby brother. He hadn't realized until now how little worth he had even in California's eyes. Had he been mistaken when he thought maybe at least one person in the world truly loved and respected him? Luckily Rutilio was used to betrayal and disappointment from loved ones. Wasn't this the same lesson he had been taught over and over again? Why did he always want so badly to fool himself into a false sense of security? "I will go talk to him... I am most likely the one he wants anyway..." Rutilio said and hesitated a moment before speaking again. "But if there is some way you can protect Georgia from bullies... I would like that." ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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