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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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 Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 10:59 am
❖ Romulus Vargas ❖
Principal "I'm sure if you ask your grandson, he'll give you some beer~" he chugged down a bottle of wine. Imperium Romanum
Roman Empire Italian >> English {Out Of Wine:}
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:02 am
Latvia Raivis Galdent  Raivis jumped when Eduard spoke to him. "What?" it took him a moment to hear what he just said, "Oh um Yeah, but she looks busy, I'm hoping it stays that way" The Latvian still had a deep red blush on his face and He was shaking lightly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:15 am
Germania Vice Prinacple Lucius Valentine Lucius looked at Ludwig once more, he thought it would be odd just to go ask his grandson for beer, but what harm could some family visiting do. He had not talked to him for ages. Maybe it was time for some catch up.
He then nodded and began walking over to Ludwig, "Ludwig," he said as a greeting, glancing at the others around his grandson. He wondered what they were doing. To be honesty he didn't really care.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:18 am
 ☆ Eduard Von Bock ☆
The Genius Baltic Sophomore The Estonian patted the Latvian's shoulder "Well, if she does find you, we'll protect you. We are the 3 Baltics after all." he smiled. Eesti Vabariik
Republic of Estonia Estonian >> English {Out Of Tallinn:}
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:28 am
 The Other World Kingdom ♀ Patricia Novak"Wait! NO!! He got away! You let him get away!" she cried, the case of her mistaken identity becoming second priority to her as she saw Alabama run away. As soon as this loser lets go of me I'm beating the crap out of him, she thought as she got dragged away. However, when he finally let go of her, he was immediately on his hands and knees, search for more alcohol. She attempted to grab him, but somehow the drunken kid managed to evade her until they both emerged from under the table, him clutching two bottles of wine. "What the hell are you doing? Who are you?!" she said, as he forced her to take one of the bottles. Finally, she took the bottle he had given her, and hit him on the head with it, shattering the bottle and covering him in wine. [Out.Of.Slaves: My "L" key is broken ): I have to copy and paste the letter when I need it ]
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:30 am
Latvia Raivis Galdent Raivis gave his friend a weak smile. "I rather have you not, Mr. Alabama tried that and we both ended up being her slave." He was happy that Eduard and Toris would protect him if anything went bad. "I'll be fine, We survived Russia didn't we. She can't be much worse." Latvia looked at away from them and frowned slightly.
He watched the event unfold as OWK hit Landon on the head with wine bottle, a small gasp escaped his lips. Oh dear.... He was tempted to run over to help poor Landon, but he would be caught by OWK if he did.
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:35 am
☆ Eduard Von Bock ☆
The Genius Baltic Sophomore Eduard shook his head "We don't mind at all. It'll be two against one. She won't stand a chance. Plus, we are experianced fighters. Let's just hope she knows that, so we won't have to fight." Eesti Vabariik
Republic of Estonia Estonian >> English {Out Of Tallinn:}
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 12:52 pm
You could travel the world,
But nothin' comes close,
To the golden coast!
Once you party with u-us,
you'll be fallin' in love! ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
Landon was just about to pour another bottle of German brew, having decided another bottle wouldn’t hurt, when suddenly he was walloped over the head with something sharp and wet. Reddish liquid coursed down his face and the back of his head, and it looked suspiciously darker than Cabernet Sauvignon. The wasted Californian put a hand to his head and pulling it away, regarded the odd red liquid on his hands before shrugging and licking at it. Not a bad wine, but rather too metallic for his taste.
Clueless as to what was going on on his head—and still wondering who had made that strange ‘wine’—Landon rounded on Patricia angrily. “Let who get away? It was your fault Mr. Pitt got away! Clearly you went through a lot of effort to look even better and win him back, but darling, if you’re going to rehab to forget me, that is sad news indeed! I’m Landon Blackwell Jones, of California!” the state exclaimed, surprisingly not blending any syllables together in his drunken speech. “An’ if yer not goin’ by Jenny Aniston anymore, then who are you? Whoever you are, you sure sound pissed. Wine no’ strong enough for you? Here’s some German beer!” He offered the mug to Patricia but did not give it to her, hoping to avoid another painful whack.
★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
Out of San Francisco: Ookay... Operation: Inebriate, GO!
------------ California boys, we're undeniable,
Fine, fresh, fierce,
We got it on lock!
West coast represent, now put your hands up!
Oh o-o-o-o-ohhh!
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 1:23 pm
 𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ Juliana pouted as her favorite Floridian left her side and meandered away from her booth, but looking to the side and seeing her favorite Georgian, immediately everything was better. "Kartlos!" She exclaimed happily as she raised her arms and flung them around the younger nation, pulling him to her for a great hug. She nuzzled her cheek against the top of his head before he released him, realizing that he might be suffocating in her coastline, if his head was shoved into her cleavage.
"Where have you been~? I've been missing you~!" She exclaimed as she loosened her grip on his body before she took a step back, picking up her flamboyant headress once more before attaching it to the top of her head with various clips. Once it was properly in place, she let out a sigh of relief before she looked back to her roommate. "So, have you come to dance with me too~?" She asked with a giggle as she spun around on the ball of her heel, flurring her feathers to show him.
[ Out.Of.Rio: ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 1:24 pm
The Other World Kingdom ♀ Patricia NovakPatricia was still confused by Landon's drunken ramblings until he said California and suddenly it all made sense. He was American, so he was an idiot. Though knowing that didn't stop her from being angry. "Well Mr.Jones," she said, doing her best to be nice to the state, since she had just cut his head open. "I am not Jennifer Aniston, I'm Patricia Novak, of The Other World Kingdom. And the person you let get away was my slave, Alabama." she crossed her arms angrily then took the offered beer, taking a drink of it, if only to keep from hitting he boy with it.[Out.Of.Slaves: My "L" key is broken D: I have to copy and paste the letter when I need it ]
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 1:58 pm
 ⊰ A n i c a ♦ P o p e s c u ⊱The Joker of the European DeckOutfit
As he learned of the state's previous history with wine, the Romanian's interest in the girl had definitely improved. Not only was she charming and that accent of hers was definitely one that would stick with him for awhile, but she also had some class, which was hard to find considering American women nowadays. He smirked down at her as he raised his hand to his cheek before moving some of his blond bangs from his eyes in a casual fashion. "Ah, well my country is famous for being one of the world's oldest producers of wine, with a viticulture that has spanned over 6,000 years." He stated to her with a light chuckle as he puffed out his chest in national pride. "Although not as known as the French, Germanic, or Italian wines, my vineries have become a lot more popular in recent years."
Once she asked if she could feature him in an article for the school paper, immediately the thought of his Hungarian rival flashed through his mind. His smile faltered, but only for a second, as he shook the image of the brutish woman out of his mind and replaced her with the adorable young thing that was standing before him presently. "It's an absolute pleasure Miss Charlotte." He mused softly, his voice running off of his tongue like velvet, trying to regain himself. "Well, I'm the ninth largest country of the European Union by area, and has the seventh largest population of the European Union with over 19 million people. My capital and largest city is Bucharest, the tenth largest city in the EU, with a population of around two million." He began as he lowered his hands to his hips, placing them there as his chest continued to be puffed out. "I am a direct decedent of the Roman empire, although not as beloved as his precious Italy." He stated with some bitterness, although not too much to darken his tone at all. "But I'm still proud to be named 'Citizen of Rome'."
[Out.Of.Transylvania: ]
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 2:01 pm
You could travel the world,
But nothin' comes close,
To the golden coast!
Once you party with u-us,
you'll be fallin' in love! ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
"Patricia Novak?" Landon mused aloud, wondering if he had heard the name before. Had she ever applied as an actress at Hollywood? She certainly put up quite a performance, though--one that would have gotten her accepted to any movie instantly. But nope; he'd never seen her before. So the state went with a conventional greeting tailored for his many tourists, even though this madwoman most decidedly wasn’t looking for a tour. “Good of you ta drop by!” Landon exclaimed, speaking almost entirely on autopilot. “California is known for its many theme parks and its varied climates, and especially Hollywood! If you’re at all good at acting—which you certainly are, Pat! You have an excellent voice and stage face!—Cali’s the place to go! I should hire you for one of my movies sometime! Pay’s good and the pickings absolutely ravishing—you’ll find hot guys and gals everywhere you look! Except in the dressing rooms,” he finished jokingly.
“An’ ol’ ‘Bama, a slave? That’s the best act yet!” The Westerner gave a roaring bout of laughter, flinging his own mug up with excitement—and watering the grass nearby even more than he’d already done. “I can’t ever imagine tha’ ol’ Southerner bowin’ down ta no one! How in tha world did ya do it? I’ve been trying to get him to do that for ages!” However, Cali’s definition of slavery and Patricia’s most certainly differed.
Deciding it was safe to give her the mug, Landon set it down on a table and backed up a bit, just in case she wasn't.
★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
Out of San Francisco: It would be quite funny if OWK were to take out her whip on CA and get some drunken ninja action going. XD Hot slaves FTW!
------------ California boys, we're undeniable,
Fine, fresh, fierce,
We got it on lock!
West coast represent, now put your hands up!
Oh o-o-o-o-ohhh!
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 2:32 pm
 Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
The Musical SophomoreSuddenly Kartlos was pulled into Juliana's coastline, and despite suffocating a bit, he was smiling when he was released. "Well just recently I returned to my dorm to get more food and to change into my traditional clothes, but I was here earlier." He told her when she asked where he had been. He smiled when she spun and asked him to dance. " Of course, I'd love to dance with you!"
[Out.Of.Songs: Fine then, I'll just play with Brazil :3 ]
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 2:46 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero groaned and covered a portion of his face with a hand. Of course Luis was paler than he, but that wasn’t what he’d meant! Maybe he’d imagined that? When the Argentinian described what he’d thought he saw, the darker former Spaniard glanced up at the sun. It was descending a little—it was certainly not at the same noontime position anymore—but neither did it seem low enough to cause that infernal sunset glare. Not one inclined to superstition, Romero folded his arms perplexedly after stowing his sword away in its scabbard. Many years had passed since he’d last wielded it into war; yet he still found it too easy to forget when it was in hand. “Es possible. I’d disregard it, unless it seemed to appear again or after you do something. Does it follow you in a regular pattern?”
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas:I wonder when this event is supposed to end... How much longer for the festival? VZ Food/Drink
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 2:52 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  As England began talking about how they could get the ink stain to go away, Georgia was quick to shrug off his jacket, undo the "tie" around his neck, and get to work on the buttons to his shirt. He never really had enjoyed sleeves, let alone wearing layers this time of year. As though to give an indication of why, the air around the group got a little more humid as Georgia started peeling layers, that being the indicator that the boy boy had been roasting all day from wearing so much clothing. To be honest, having ink on his shirt was a semi-thankful excuse to peel a layer or two off and cool down.
Once the shirt was unbuttoned, it was clear that Georgia had been wearing a tank top underneath the shirt, as he always did. He shrugged the old jacket off and held it out for Arthur since, even though Christian was normally good at getting stains out due to his own combat experience, he knew he'd be too useless to do much good at the moment since he was so upset with Florida.
It just now occurred to him that he was bleeding and looked down to his ink stained hand to see that he was still dripping some. He switched the hand that he was holding the shirt in so as to not ruin it any farther before looking up to his former father. Georgia bit his lip, debating on which would hurt his pride less: England using magic to heal his wound or going to the school nurse. "......I- If it's alright with you..... I- I'd rather you fix me up..... As a doctor, it kinda hurts my pride having to ever go to a doctor....." As it was, it hurt having to ask for any sort of help to begin with. However, he didn't mind too much asking for help from his country or England.
Georgia looked over towards his booth at the commotion and scrunched his face in confusion and annoyance. "What in the hell is going on over there?! When did so many people go over there? .....And where did all that booze come from?! I only remember bringing strawberry and watermelon wine that are locked up, not barrels of beer and whiskey...." Either way, there was a whole lot of drama going on and no one supervising it..... Well, alright, Germany was there, but he seemed just as much involved in the drinking as everyone else-- if not more.
He then watched as Florida went from kissing the other Georgia-- ON THE LIPS-- to hugging and kissing France. Georgia's eyes went wide before they narrowed dangerously in a rage like he had never felt before. He gritted his teeth together, both of his canines seeming dangerously shark and his pupils narrowed. He growled furiously and began to shake, fighting every urge to stomp his way over to his boyfriend and rip him limb from limb and roast him over an open fire. He didn't even notice when his bobcat, Brat, came running over and jumped onto his back before clawing her way up to the safety of his shoulders, ripping holes in his undershirt and digging her claws into his flesh and causing him to bleed more in the process. "That. Little. Spanish. b*****d. I will kill him...."
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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