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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 5:42 pm
 Anton ZhelevThe Friendly Senior`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ All this talk of missing children seemed to make Anton a bit uneasy. What's been going on lately? He didn't really understand the situation, but he wouldn't just say no to someone who asks him for help "Da... I wouldn't mind giving you a hand in searching for this poor girl. Just don't panic, miss Elizaveta. I'm sure if we get more people to help, we might find her in no time." he said. `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ {Bulgarian/English Translation:}
(Out of Sofia: )
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:54 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 opened his eyes and pouted down to Hungary with an indignant sulk, blush, and large shota tears in those strange, cyan eyes of his. He gave a small sniffle and nodded his head as he felt his feet being put back on the ground. He held no qualms on her lifting him. Sure, he might be a little muscle heavy (plus all that junk inside that trunk), but he was only a state. His population was probably nothing compared to Hungary's and she had more military strength and experience than the young military state. This all said, he felt no shame in the woman having been capable of lifting him and even slightly admired his fellow newspaper reporter. "Yes, ma'am. I understand.... I haven't seen Mister Ludwig since my punishment last night by the pool. I think he was going to take care of Miss Brazil-- long story, unrelated." Not that it was unimportant, but she didn't need to know about what happened to the Brazilian bombshell who still had his shirt from last night....
Georgia pointed out to the door of the gym, having once more composed himself, though some tears still lingered in his eyes making them shinier than usual. "I'll go ahead and go see if I can find him in the music room or art room. If you want, you should probably try finding the other Germanics while I find the states since Miss Lili is a friend of ours too. Al would pro'lly have no issue with finding her... Same with Mister Arthur." If they were wanting numbers, where else was a better way to go than to turn to the ever-expanding numbers within the "state population" of this school.
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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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 8:16 pm
The Republic of Hungary
❁Elizaveta Héderváry❁ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ "Thank you, Anton. You really are too sweet," Hungary said with a soft, relieved smile as she brushed a few hairs back behind her left ear. It was comforting to know at least one friend would be helping her out and thankfully that nasty Romania wouldn't be skulking after them to ruin her mood.
She glanced over at the American shota who seemed to have regathered his wits about him and nodded in appreciation. "Thank you. That will be very helpful," Elizaveta said in a far more calm and gentle voice now that her initial outburst was out of the way. "Just leave Ludwig and Switzerland to me. Hopefully I can get that idiot, Prussia, to make himself useful, too." If he wouldn't pick up his phone then maybe she could contact him through that stupid blog of his... but first she would at least try his phone or little brother to see if either knew what to do.
Elizaveta took Bulgaria's hand and led him off to find Germany. ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ Grade 12
The Tomboy Senior <> <>
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 10:13 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero watched impassively as first Christian, and then Elizaveta and Anton left to look for Andrew and someone named Lili. That state had come in here seeking help, and now he had enlisted a whole impromptu search team to help him. Venezuela was only passively interested in this scene, because this represented yet another in a string of student truancies that seemed to be afflicting Axis High. Of more importance to him right now, besides the strange disappearance of that Italian designer off his coastline--an event Romero was inclined to blame on the Bermuda Triangle--was the much-delayed soccer game he and Antonio were supposed to be playing.
Although the Venezuelan would never admit such a thing openly, Spain's reminder made him more than a little nervous. He himself had not qualified for any World Cups since 1978, and his overall rank in the Copa América was not one that he was especially proud of. In short, Romero's chances of winning were rather dismal. Still, he plastered a smirk on his face and remarked, "I still think you just got lucky that time, madre. You never made it past the quarterfinals before then." He lunged after the ball when Antonio kicked it and fired it right back at the European, aiming at his shoulder.
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Out of Caracas: This got long really fast. || I rapidly skimmed the World Cup records for those stats. Might be wrong? || I'd forgotten how easy it is to fall behind when this guild really gets moving...
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 8:31 am
 ☀ Antonio Fernandez Carriedo ☀
The Laidback Senior Antonio got himself ready to send the ball right back at Romero. He smirked and said "Watch what you say, nino. I had more than luck on my side that day. I-" Suddenly, he was distracted from the sound of the bell "Que?" Which caused the ball to hit him directly on his face "AY!" the Spaniard rubbed his face when the ball bounced on the ground "What did you do that for? That hurt..." he whined. Reino de España
Kingdom of Spain Spanish >> English {Out Of Madrid:}
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 8:54 am
Anton ZhelevThe Friendly Senior`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ "Ah, not at all." Anton said with a smile on his face. He never understood why Anica hated Elizaveta, she was a kind girl past the tough exterior "Ah!" he yelped as he was pulled by the Hungarian girl, heading out of the gym. `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ {Bulgarian/English Translation:}
(Out of Sofia: )
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 10:53 am
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero was startled when Antonio looked away and let himself be pegged, but he wasn't very sorry. It was Spain's fault that he looked away, after all: a simple squat would have prevented such a headshot. Venezuela had himself noted but not faced the bell after it rung.
"Cobarde," Romero teased. "Any true champion wouldn't have let himself get hit like that. Are you sure you didn't just win by luck? If you need it, though, puedo caminar contigo al doctor," he added, lest he seem too inconsiderate.
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Out of Caracas: Style update.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:12 am
☀ Antonio Fernandez Carriedo ☀
The Laidback Senior "We were supposed to be playing for fun, nothing serious. Why are all my former colonies so mean?" The Spaniard shook his head, not needing a doctor since he was fine "Anyway, I guess we should head to the computer room now." Reino de España
Kingdom of Spain Spanish >> English {Out Of Madrid:}
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 8:18 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero raised an eyebrow at Antonio's question. Not certain whether it was a rhetorical one, he answered, "I daresay if we're 'mean', that's because if the way we were raised and oppressed." Venezuela remembered a number of wars he had fought against Europeans who had become too cocky as his and South America's governors.
Since Spain seemed little worse for the headshot, the Venezuelan merely nodded curtly at his former conqueror and left for the locker rooms and computer lab.
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Out of Caracas: Style update.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 8:15 am
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorBeing the first one in class, Luis Esteban entered the gymnasium, dressed in his gym clothes. he hoped this class would distract him from certain things. like the fear of being rejected by the girl of his dreams. No. No! She was hurt yesterday, there's no time to think such things.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 12:45 pm
 ۞ Berwald Oxenstierna ۞
The Silent Junior Berwald entered the locker room and changed out of his uniform, dressing into his gym clothes. He headed into the gym. He only saw one person there. Konungariket Sverige
Kingdom of Sweden Swedish >> English {Out Of Stockholm:}
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 1:46 am
~Slovakia~Zlata Augustine Lietchinsk 11th Grade Zlata headed into the girls changing room and quickly got changed into some shorts and a plain shirt. Stretching she walked into the gym, wondering what sport she could play today. Eventually she settled with football. Despite not having enough people to play a proper match, she could practice dribbling the ball! With a nimble kick, slovakia started her football practice, skillfully driving the ball around curves at a fast, yet smooth controlled rate.
An hours later the bell rang and slovakia put the ball she had been using away, went to the changing room and changed and headed to her next lesson.
Slovak>>>English
Out Of Combat:
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 10:38 am
✿ Consuela Luz Maria Rodriguez ✿
The Rebellious Sophomore Once she was done eating her lunch in the cafeteria, Luz Maria headed to the gym for her next class. She got dressed in her gym uniform and ran into the building. She was in the mood to play basketball. Estados Unidos Mexicanos
United Mexican States Spanish >> English {Out Of Mexico City:}
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 10:41 am
 ☆ Eduard Von Bock ☆
The Genius Baltic Sophomore Eduard entered the building in the class's required clothing. he always felt a bit weird wearing shorts, but the uniform was mandatory for a participation grade. Eesti Vabariik
Republic of Estonia Estonian >> English {Out Of Tallinn:}
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Kitty the Ninja Pikachu Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 7:06 pm
 【 Mahalo nui ia Ke Ali`i wahine 】
〖 `O Lili`ulani `O ka Wo hi ku 〗 Leilani Kamea Malu Sophomore ﹙ There’s no place I’d rather be ﹚
x﹙ Then on my surfboard out at sea ﹚
xx﹙ Lingering in the ocean blue ﹚
xxx﹙And If I had one wish come true ﹚ Leilani's lungs burned slightly from her near-constant sprint from the park to the gym on campus, but she was glad to have made it to class on time. As she rushed into the girls' locker room, she quickly opened her locker and changed out of her armor and into her P.E clothes, finding that even this would be more suitable to wear for the remainder of her classes than her warrior dreads. Pulling her wild, ebony hair back into a high ponytail, Leilani glanced at herself in the mirror to inspect her eyes. They were a little pink, a side effect from the herb she had just spent most of the day smoking, but it was nothing compared to the happy head and body highs she were experiencing at the moment. Chuckling to herself and simply brushing all of her insecurities away, the Hawaiian then walked out in her uniform and picked up a jump rope before she began to casually begin hopping to herself, humming a simple, happy tune as she did so.
（HawaiianRollarcoasterRide - . . .）
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