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 Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 4:48 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
“Quédate, Luis,” Romero growled, swatting the boy’s hands away when they flailed too close. But he was lost in his thoughts and was only halfheartedly paying attention to his brother at the moment. He didn’t want to believe what he’d thought he’d seen just now, for it reminded him too much of the horrific ghost scare he’d experienced many decades ago. Although he was inclined to disregard the Argentinean once, seeing his specter with his own eyes—and for longer than a glance, besides—had shaken his belief that Luis was overreacting. As much as Romero did not want to believe it, he had to reluctantly concede that his hermanito was telling the truth. The Church-raised Spaniard simply had not the cunning to lie even in a life-or-death situation, let alone in a comparatively less perilous predicament. Díos, Argentina had never lied even to save himself from another smacking from the far more militant Venezuela.
The Atlantic Spaniard remained silent for many long moments before speaking again; and when he next spoke, he sounded worried. “I don’t know what I saw either, and I don’t like what I saw. If what we saw is the same, then I think your ghost just flickered violently—in pain, could that be said of a glowing orb. But it could be a lie.” He paused for another long time, as if waiting for Luis to confirm or disprove his suspicion; but no words came. His hand drifted warily down to his sword again. Romero never liked anything that he couldn't explain. “Fine, I’ll come with you to investigate. That light hovered towards the rear end of the campus, near the long wilderness I passed by when I drove into school from the aeropuerto two days ago. After we pack up our supplies, I can drive us and whatever else we might need there. I, for one, will be bringing all of my old military gear, including my matches and some provisions, in case it gives us a chase. You should err on the side of caution as well.”
When Luis seemed to panic at the thought of taking arms along to investigate something potentially harmless, Romero gave him a sideways glance. "Enemies, even women, use deception all the time," he said slowly, wondering why Argentina would want to walk into an unknown and potentially dangerous situation without so much as a defense. "And why would an enemy dare attack when there's a muchedumbre to report it? That’s precisely why it’s playing innocent, most likely. The fact that it's been hovering well away from the school only strengthens the possibility that this could be a trap. Would you rather be caught unawares or would you rather have at least a fighting chance to escape if I'm right?"
According to Luis' face, though, it didn't seem like he thought this specter could possibly mean ill. Against his own judgment, Romero sighed. "If you're so convinced this ghost of yours is nice, I'll leave the gun behind. But we're too far away from the ghost to walk. Let's clean up, and I'll get my Ibiza over there. Who knows? If this ghost really is injured, at least my Ibiza will have seats enough to take it somewhere safe."
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: Romero's SEAT Ibiza SC is [bigger than Juliana's Citrogen DS3 Brasil] deep red with a blue stripe along the bottom that is as thick as that grill. VZ Food/Drink
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 5:06 pm
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorWhat's with his brother always being so uptight? Not every unusual thing is devious. Also, if this was a ghost, what good would weapons do? You can't touch them. "W-Well, I'm going with my instinct. I'm not bringing my weapon. I don't think that thing could be evil." And if they did have to fight, at least he has his fists. "Um... Where should we meet before we depart?"{ Translations: time out} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 5:39 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero stared in amazement at Luis for a moment. He would voluntarily walk unarmed into danger? “I’ve got a bad feeling about this…” he muttered. “If it’s a ghost, then we can’t do anything about it anyway. Nothing we do could hurt or heal it, and its suffering should be from another realm, well outside our own. Do what you like; I will trust in my steel.”
The Venezuelan studied their stalls for a moment to mentally estimate how long it could take to pack up. Both of their stalls were relatively simple; it couldn’t take them more than a few hours to pack up and another few to put them away. He told exactly that to Argentina. “After about six or seven hours, meet me at the school gates. By then, we should have enough time to clean up and get whatever we need. I’ll start packing my stuff and finding the supplies and first aid kits; you do the same and whatever else you need to do.”
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: Romero's SEAT Ibiza SC, Food/Drink
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 5:47 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorSix or seven hours? Was he serious? "Uh.... Won't it be long gone if we take that long? I don't think it'll be necessary to carry so many things to investigate one little thing. It'll just slow us down. I'll just put all my things back to the dorm and I'll see you at the gates. Just do me a favor and don't take too long." Luis Esteban rushed over to his booth and starts dismantling it.{ Translations: time out} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 5:57 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
“That was a liberal estimate… Of course I’m going to hurry.” Romero jogged over to his own booth and began taking it down. He quickly but carefully tore down the flags and banners of his country and rolled them up, tucking them under his arm until it could hold no more. Then, putting them all down, he began folding up the display.
Indeed, the Venezuelan’s estimate had been far too liberal; it only took him twenty minutes to take down his booth. Stuffing as much as he could into his arms, Romero strode back to his dorm.
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Out of Caracas: Over-liberal time estimate meant to allow time for all supply-gathering. Romero's SEAT Ibiza SC, Food/Drink
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 6:08 pm
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorArgen gathered up his things and puts them in the cart Esperanza brought over. Once everything was set, he hopped onto his trusty mare "I'll see you at the gates, hermano. Don't be late." He rode off to the dorms to leave his things.{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: I'll have him head to the gates, saying he already went to the dorm to put his stuff there)Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 6:34 pm
Alfred F. Jones
Hero
*best junior ever*  Alfred blushed slightly and looked away when Hawwii put the lei around his neck.
"I still don't approve of you running around half naked."
He was suprized to find the lei actually had some wait to it not like the little party favors sold in dollar stores and the like. But it was made out of actual flowers and not plastic or paper or something similer. He paused and looked at Arthur's lei the roses were a bit smaller but they suited him.
"I'll let you do it this ONE time."
That was the closest to an apolagy he was gona give.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 7:32 pm
 Oi Oi Vati give me a beer
Oi Oi Mutti, Oi Oi Mutti
I can't forget the flavor
of that wurst I had before Ludwig Ludwig smiled lightly and chuckled to Maureen. "Da. Sure. Anozher time. Maybe sometime next veekend?" Normally he would have set up an exact time and place and so on and so forth, but right now... He was enjoying the buzz he was getting from the beer to worry too much about schedules and such.
Germany turned his attention back to OWK and pointed a finger to her like a father. "Now Patricia, zhere is only a few hours left of zhe festival. Behave yourself und don't cause trouble. Also, please try to treat zhe males a little nicer. I know you don't exactly like us, but zhere is no need to bully zhem-- especially zhe small nations or zhe states."
Ludwig lowered his finger and took a moment to look around. He found where Tennessee had taken California and that Italy, by some chance, found his way over to them and seemed to be trying to help out in his own way. The German watched them for a moment before smiling softly. It was good to see Italy spending time with others, even if-- whether the German would openly admit it or not-- Germany sort of wished he could spend some more time with the Italian. It seemed like so long since the two last hung out.....
He sighed softly before turning and going back to where he had seen his grandfather. He picked up the two now empty barrels of what had been German beer before nodding his head back towards his booth. "I still have vone left if you vant zhat vone, Vatti. It vould probably be best if I don't have any more for at least a few hours, und I have a feeling Gilbert von't be showing up any time soon to claim it."
Out. Of. Chocolate. Cake. ::   "One night, I couldn't sleep well and opened my eyes...to find some strange guy staring at me." "The hell are you doing, Italy!"
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 9:05 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 blushed as he watched England's magic heal his wound. He would be lying if he didn't say he was a little jealous that he had taken the time to teach some of the older states how to use magic and not himself, but... At the same time, he didn't mind. Just because he couldn't use magic didn't mean he couldn't see magic. at least he'd gotten that much from England.
Christian blushed and glanced off to the side, mumbling an embarrassed thank you. It was bad enough "running to daddy" because he had a cut on his hand from breaking his pen. Having had Rutilio cling to him after he had flipped out and jumped the poor drunken Floridian in front of his father and "mother" (aka America) was even worse. Still, he never once faught to get out f Rutilio's hug. Even if he was mad... A part of him was willing to forgi--
"I am dating a monster."
........He took it back. Rutilio could take his drunken apologies and shove them hard and far with something sand-papery. Just as Christian was about to snap at Rutilio once more, Hawaii stepped in. At her words, Christian's mouth hung open for a moment before he blushed bright red and looked away in embarrassment. His little sister hit the nail on the head.... Hard. Hell, he hadn't even realized it until she said it. He glanced back at Hawaii before giving a small, tsundere pout complete with his cheeks puffed out slightly with a gentle blush. "Well.... Alright.... Since you are family and I can trust you not to do anything funny.... But if you lay a finger on my sister in any way I don't approve, I'm breaking your hand, Rutilio."
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: Thu Sep 06, 2012 12:49 am
Maureen O'Mally
"Ireland"
*junior*   She giggled.
"Sounds good."
She took a few more swigs on whiskey. She sighed she wanted to get a nice buzz but that didn't seem like it was gona happen. Even thow she forgot what bottle she was on. Even if Ludwig was talking to the crazy blond, and the dominatrix female nation ( mrgreen had to ) she continued to look at him, not caring if she was caught staring. Could anyone really blame her?
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 3:02 am
  ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀"Monogamy?" Florida repeated as he blinked at Hawaii in surprise as he thought that one over. Which was a bit of a slow process as the word and meaning made its way through the haze of alcohol... It wasn't until Hawaii kissed him that his mind started to catch up. Rutilio blushed faintly in surprise as he stared at the smaller girl still wrapped up in his arms. He was used to kissing others and not so familiar with them on kissing him. She was a strange girl alright giving him kisses and talking about monogamy. "You are silly, señorita~!" he laughed as he finally snapped out of his stupor. "Monogamy, you say... There is only one person I am dating~! I do not have an interest in more than that. Do I look like Utah to you?" He snickered at his own stupid joke before paling when he realized what the Mormon state might do to him if that got back to the Westerner. Even drunk he knew how badly that could end since polygamy was something Utah and the Mormon church had taken specific steps to distance themselves from. "D-Do not tell Utah I said that. I will deny it." Rutilio looked over at Christian and blinked at his boyfriend as if he had forgotten the younger state was even there. He didn't quite register the threat nor the fact Hawaii was being given permission to kiss on him. What he did register was the ever so adorable pout, puffy cheeks and blush on his favorite Georgian's face. Slowly his smile twisted up into a big, goofy grin. "You are so cute, Peaches~!" he cheered as he let go of Leilani to latch onto poor Georgia again in another drunken attempt to smother him with kisses and cuddles. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 9:17 am
 【 Mahalo nui ia Ke Ali`i wahine 】
〖 `O Lili`ulani `O ka Wo hi ku 〗 Leilani Kamea Malu
Freshmen ﹙ 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 ﹚ The Hawaiian looked from Christian and back to Rutilio as he began to respond to her previous statement. As she listened, she realized that the alcohol in his system must be causing him to mistake the meaning of the word "monogamy" with "polygamy". Well, she was very used to both styles of living but Georgia definitely wouldn't be okay with it. But at least Florida had the decency to agree that a polygamistic relationship with the blond was not ideal with him as well. She chuckled as he meantioned another state Utah, nodding in agreement before she was lowered to the ground once more. "Alright alright, I won't tell~!"
"Yay~! Thank you Christian!" Leilani exclaimed happily as she turned around and clasped her hands together over her chest, her demeanor a lot brighter than it had been for some time. Well, hopefully all of this drama between Georgia and Florida could finally subside since it wasn't good for anyone to be around such negativity. Speaking of which, once Alfred addressed her once more, she glanced up at the nation before puffing her chest with her hands on her hips. "I don't need your approval to wear what I've worn for hundreds, if not thousands of years." She huffed in an almost defiant manner, her bottom lip pushed out in a pout. But as she heard that he would let her do it this one time, her brows narrowed slightly before she turned her head to the side, wanting to divert her attention for the moment. "And just 'cause you are in charge of my statehood, doesn't mean you're in charge of how I'd like to express my ancient culture. But I appreciate the sentiment Alfred." She said, keeping her address of him as informal as possible. She didn't believe either Alfred nor Arthur held any sort of relationship with her like the other states shared with them, so she didn't bother calling America by anything but his name. By this point she had turned her head back to him and took a step forward, taking his hand into her own and patting it gently. "But isn't if fun to think you met me like this all those years ago? But then, I was but a keiki." She mused out loud as she looked up to him with a smile. （HawaiianRollarcoasterRide - . . .keiki=child）
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 10:01 am
 Anton ZhelevThe Friendly Senior`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ Anton sighed "That's him, all right. he's alot of fun, but sometimes doens't know when to not prank someone." `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ {Bulgarian/English Translation:}
(Out of Sofia: )
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 10:59 am
Alfred F. Jones
Hero
*best junior ever* His face turned even redder, remaining quiet looking at Arthur pleadingly. He didn't want to get in a fight with Arthur later for posably ogling one of his own states.
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 11:02 am
Temp-Canada-  "Why? Does she not like them? Or does she not want you eating them."He giggled a bit and started to make some more. "I'm starting to get hungry myself."
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