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 Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 10:43 am
[mg]http://www.hilarymoll.com/Rowing/Training-for-the-Isles-of/mar24ed/281186693_zcNMB-Ti.jpg[/img]  MassachusettsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLeah KirklandJones▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ Massy lossened her grip on the fairy, she had jumped when she heard a knock on the door. When the other male opened the door, it wasn't the evil people. Thank god. She stayed quite between the conversations they were having. SHe watched the fairy fly infont of Floridas face. "ugh Leah? is that his name? SHe nodded to Florida.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 12:16 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬  The Brazilian had been too engulfed in eating that when Cuba corrected Florida's original analysis, she turned around with a fork placed perfectly between her lips and a plate of food still in her hands. "Hm?" She questioned, that noise being the only way she could communicate with everyone else for a moment or two. Her eyes fell upon Florida and the floating thing that was in front of him. She had never seen a talking insect, but when spiders were the size of dinner plates where she was from, she knew how to take care of them. Pulling the fork from her lips, she swallowed quickly before she pointed at the fairy with the same fork. "Eek! Rutilio hit it, smack it, smother it in a paper towel!" She said quickly, pulling the plate closer to her as she scooted closer to Cuba. Man she hated bugs.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 12:24 pm
 Juan MachadoThe Headstrong Junior"Hm?" It was all he could say when he saw something fly in front of Rutilio "Um... Juliana.... I do not think that's a bug... it think that might be some sort of... winged person... Like a fairy?" Juan never really paid attention to fairy tales as a kid.{Translations:}(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 8:13 pm
 I'm a →country←
Not some ←state→ Georgia
Kartlos Beridze
Sophomore I'm the →original←
He's just ←fake→ Kartlos laughed, eating some of the delicious Cuban food. "Good to see you again hot stuff! Now this is a party! Though what's with the fairy?" he said and pointed to the little Slovakian girl.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:49 am
~Slovakia~Zlata Augustine Litchinsk 11th Grade So he can see me...? Zlata was intrigued now, it was strange that so many people could see her- she knew of very few who could see fairies, and they were often branded crazy. Zlata jumped back through the air as Georgia's finger came alarmingly close, so close that she could see the pattern on his fingertip.
"It is...very complicated..." The slovakian began to try to explain but all she could come up with was "...it vas a...uh... magick mishap..." this is going to be hard to explain... the fairy pinched the bridge of her nose while she tried to think of how to explain, her eyes glazed over in thought until a strong scent caught her attention. Ah, she thought, that must have been the food mentioned earlier.
The fairy fluttered away from Florida upon the mention of 'smack it' and 'smother it in a paper towel', there was no way she was going to be treated like a pest. Even if she may look like one to some people, she thought with a grimace. Then she began to try to think of a way to change back to her human form...this was going to be hard...she had little experience with transformation spells and knew that they were hard to accomplish unless you had years of practise. Perhaps she should try to find a spell book or another magic user? Leah was but she would surely be short of energy now after all that had happened.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:10 am
Armelle of the Forest The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ "Haha! I understand why you wouldn't introduce us. I am pretty scary and intimidating!" the Floridian said as he puffed out his chest in mock pride knowing most people considered him to be about as formidable as a daisy. Not that he couldn't fight. He just wasn't terribly fond of it. Of course, his playful and sometimes strikingly odd personality was probably more than enough to traumatize someone who was so incredibly shy.
Rutilio just blinked at the fairy. He could use some magic and was familiar with a few ghosts and demons in his surprisingly haunted home, but he'd never been able to see a fairy before. It might just be because she wasn't really a fairy and only resembled one, but he had no way of knowing that. Slowly he looked down at his empty tequila cup thoughtfully.
"This stuff is stronger than I thought... Who would of thought General Store bought tequila could have such a kick?" he mused before pouring himself another glass and ignoring Brazil's demands that he take a swipe at the figment of his imagination. Pfft! She was already drunk and she hadn't even... had anything yet...? Slowly Florida blinked and looked around. It seemed like everyone was either as drunk as he was, they were having the same hallucination or there really was a fairy there.
"Hm... Nobody's been smoking anything questionable in the dorm, have they?" he mused as he sipped on his fresh glass of tequila and watched the fairy. "I will not judge, but I would like to be warned ahead of time about getting a secondary high, si?" While Juan was a potential suspect being a little closer to Jamaica than Florida was, it was a laughable idea to Rutilio. The only thing he had ever known the Cuban to smoke was his own cigars. So his eyes and suspicions fell on Nauru who had been incriminatingly quiet for a while now. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:19 am
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorJuan rolled his eyes. Ruti? Scary? "Ah, si. You're about as scary as a newborn kitten." The Cuban rarely speaks to his Argentinian brother face-to-face, so often, they'd just write letters to each other. That is, until his Mexican sister sent him a cell phone, so now they texted each other once he learned how to. His boss didn't let him use modern technology. Damn communism, he was a bit far behind in these things. Why can't he be a republic, like many of his siblings? "Hey, don't look at me. I may live near Jamaica, but I'd never go near him. I'd prefer tobacco over anything else, gracias." But, maybe it was the tequila that caused him to see fairies.{Translations:}(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:37 am
~Slovakia~Zlata Augustine Litchinsk 11th Grade The fairy glared down indignantly at Rutilio, but her gaze softened- who could blame them for thinking that they might just be hallucinating? If she were in their position she would've likely come to that conclusion herself. Suddenly her throat felt raw at the mention of drinks; she had not drank for a while so it was no wonder she was thirsty.
Her eyes skittered around the tables and the bottles until they landed on a bottle of vodka, to which she flew over and began to tug at the lid, which came off with a pop as she struggled to manhandle the bottle to pour some liquid into it, using the lid as a make-do cup. Zlata went to take a sip before she remembered her manners; "Could I 'ave some vodka prosím?"She directed the question at the cuban as she fluttered over, precariously holding on to the lid, wishing somewhat that she had a thimble to drink from instead, suddenly landing on the nearest counter in an effort not to spill any of it.
(( translation; prosím= please ))
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:12 am
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ "And twice as ferocious!" Florida said happily as if Cuba had compared him to a lion. The state laughed. It wasn't like he based his pride on his military escapades. Perhaps it was a little ironic someone born as a military province would grow up that way, but Rutilio never had been terribly fond of his duty even though he performed it well enough as a child.
Florida's laughter ended as he watched the fairy pour herself a little cup of vodka. What was with this hallucination? It was pretty weird and he started to snicker and giggle. He was imagining a Vodka Fairy! "I have no problems with it~!" he laughed. "But that does belong to mi amigo, Kartlos!" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:22 am
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorThe Cuban just sighed. he hated to admit it, but the state was as equally stupid as the Spaniard. Seems he can't tell he was joking, or trying to sound sarcastic. Has he been hanging out with him these days? He gasped when the fairy fluttered over to him "Uh... How do we know you're not some drunken illusion?" Resisting the urge to swat her away, like a common fly.{Translations:}(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:44 am
~Slovakia~Zlata Augustine Litchinsk 11th Grade "Because I am solid, zee?" The slovakian said the first reason she could think of, touching his hand briefly to prove it, "If I vas not real you vouldn't be talking to me, and you 'ave barely touched your drink, so it is unlikely zhat you are zhat drunk alveady." The slovakian hadn't considered it strange that a fairy would ask for vodka until she saw the look on Juan's face, and moved away a little, not wanting to scare him too much.
The slovak flinched at the floridan's laughter but ignored it, biting back the urge to snap at the boy, despite his kind offering. Zlata forced a smile and nodded in thanks, though she didn't touch the vodka- perhaps she should try to go back to her own dorm? But that crazy woman was still there, and Andrew might just flip again, although she could try finding him later- hopefully this would wear off by then, she thought, twisting round to glance at her wings. Though perhaps she should make the most of her newfound flight, she thought with an inward shrug.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:57 am
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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ While everyone tried to figure out if the fairy was an illusion or not, Juliana had inched away from the group to finish the rest of her food. This was her second plate that she had just finished and she was pretty much full, although leaving some room for dessert. She couldn't wait to have more flan that Luis made. But as Rutilio questioned if anyone had been smoking anything funny, Brazil scoffed lightly, crossing her arms over her large coastline, accidentally pushing it against her arms so that it squished enough to look even bigger.
But as she watched the fairy with distaste still, she noticed how she had enough strength to open up a fresh bottle of vodka with little effort and poured some of it into the make-shift cup. And she did all this without asking! That was a big 'no-no' in her mind, especially since the vodka was Georgia's and she was beginning to befriend the gentlemen so easily. She walked over to the kitchen and placed her empty dishes inside for her to do in a moment, but quickly, she walked over to the counter and grabbed the tequila and a rather large glass and poured it until about half way up the glass. "Elogios~" She exclaimed with a happily smile, taking the glass and walking over to Rutilio's side now before she began to chug the entire glass, without another breath passing through her lips, until the alcoholic beverage was gone. Juliana let out a sigh of satisfication as she just held the glass in her hand, her other hand on her hip, trying to completely ignore the creepy crawly that had infiltrated them, since if she didn't, she might try to smack her again. Why wasn't anyone else as disturbed by the prospect of a fairy? Was she the only one who didn't believe in them?
[Out.Of.Rio: Elogios >> Cheers!]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 10:09 am
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ "Get the drunken illusion drunk~!" Florida all but cheered happily as he raised his glass in approval at his own suggestion. The state gasped when Zlata touched Cuba and almost dropped his tequila in shock. Was she really real? That was insane! ...Well, on second thought, maybe it wasn't the most insane thing he'd ever seen. He did have a giant, demon possessed, monster alligator living under his porch so maybe a fairy wasn't the most outlandish thing ever. Thinking it over with another sip of tequila Rutilio finally decided that she really wasn't the weirdest thing to ever happen. But if Massachusetts was telling the truth about the fairy then was she telling the truth about the "evil people"...? Suddenly the idea of someone with a weird accent and a rifle sounded extremely familiar and caused a few hairs on the back of his neck to stand up... ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
< xd Oh, and for the monster gator link scroll down to number 9 on that list.>> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 10:18 am
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong Junior"Whoa!" So, she was real? Or maybe this tequila was really powerful stuff. "S-So... Uh... W-What brings you here, senorita Fairy?" In fact, who was after her that the state girl was being all panicky about?{Translations:}(Out of Havana: hehe nice ^^)Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 10:32 am
Armelle of the Forest The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Almost as if on cue, the door burst open and a very angry looking young man stood there with his rifle at the ready and a look on his face that said he was prepared to charge the gates of Hell if he had to. Andrew was not amused by Massachusetts acting like she had amnesia after the upset over the pixie-Slovakian-thing did something to her. He didn't understand what was going on which only upset and inflamed his natural over protective tendencies even more. "What'd you do to my sister, you fork tongued little witch!" he practically snarled as his gun almost instinctively fixed on the fairy again as his tunnel vision ignored all the other people in the room. He didn't even hear the groan of one of his fellow Southerners as Florida facepalmed in the background. The State of Tennessee was practically on the warpath at this point. "You'd better take back that curse or whatever 'fore I blow you to bits!" ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Grade 9
The Volunteer <>
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