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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 12:14 am
Alfred F. Jones
Hero
*best junior ever*  This was another reson Al needed Arthur or atlest someone else with him wile he went to tell his states his news. He didn't always agree with his states and was esaly distracted, and could say something reckless. Here when he should be telling Connie about his new relationship he was arguing.
"What do you wana be the nation? Ludwig is alredy pissed a him, I just stood up for him asking him not to hurt him. But if Cali can be so mean to one of his siblings, why should I stand up for him. I'd never abandon him. But if Germany feels he needs to be put in his place I aint gona stop 'im. That's all I was sayin' and it stands."
He emfesized this by stomping his foot.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 2:38 am
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Feliciano Vargas
Anime Club Vice President
Culinary Club Secretary
Member of the Host Club
The Useless Junior The Italian winced a bit as the two continued to bicker. Really neither one of them should be fighting over something like this. Even if it's one of Alfred's states, it really should be up to the school's staff and head on deciding what to do with Landon. Italy wasn't the type to say who was right and who was wrong, but both weren't really making any sense. Germany wasn't just some other country but the head of the Discipline committee. Even Feli knew that Ludwig was fair on his punishments to the least. Alfred saying he wouldn't let the states secede again didn't seem right either. Of course this sounded no different from the World meetings, Italy just wished that could of discussed this a little better for it wasn't proving anything. "Ve?" Italy looked a bit confused when America said something about 'being worse than him.' The accompany of a hug, distracted him before he was able to say anything and was soon dragged away. The Italian hadn't even gotten to grab his clothes to be properly dressed, not that he remembered to put them on. "Go where and see who Alfred?" he asked not having the slightest clue of their destination. (Out of Pasta: Holy crap! I almost wrote over my last post! )
Translation:
( = ヮ =)೨ ~ ღ
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 8:31 am
Connecticut ▀▄▀C▄▀▄▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀N▄▀▄▀▄ ▀N▄▀▄▀▄▀E▄▀▄▀ Nathan Benedict Jones . xxx ▄▀W▄▀▄H▀▄▀O▄▀▄▀▄▀A▄▀M▄▀▄I▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄?▀▄
“So you want another country to decided his punishment?” he shook his head. “ Well maybe it would be better if I was the nation, maybe then we wouldn’t have gotten into as many wars.” He said that part quietly, but said the next part loud enough for him to her. “If this is the new way you plan on treating your states I’m not quite sure if I want to be apart of that. I’m not afraid to threaten to secede again Alfred.” Well it was really Massachusetts that did that but, if she left there was no doubt the rest of New England would of done the same. Nathan walked toward the country. “All I’m asking is for you not to hurt my brother, and I will not stand around and let someone hurt him. Even if he did something bad.” He stopped talking while Italy spoke to America.
He really didn’t want to stay around and make matters worse for himself. Maybe it was just to leave. “You know the first thing you said when you saw me? It was something about California…you didn’t even say, “Hi Conne” or “oh Nathan heard you got hit by Sandy how you holding up?” You may not care for a small state like me but at least have kindness to say Hello.” With that the small state left the pool.
Nutmeg state! Out of Hartford
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 11:20 am
Alfred F. Jones
Hero
*best junior ever* "Oh but you have no problem with him beating up on someone else? If I had my way he wouldn't be in this school any more, for what he did. Unlike you I don't play favorites. Any state thats beats up on another gets the same treatment."
He glared at the other a bit.
"What was was that Connie? I couldn't quit hear you?"
Refering to him saying he would be better.
"And you know you wont sused. 'Cause I won't let you."
His expreson got very dark with that last sentence.
Then Italy's kind voise brought him back to himself and he smiled at him.
"Awww thanks dude. Your worse then me. But any company would be good."
He hugged the smaller Italien.
"Well lets go... need to see where everyone is."
He grapped Italy's hand and pulled him along. He didn't even bother telling Connie he was too mad at him.
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 12:37 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ Boing boing! Rang out Brazil's coastline as she sprinted frantically through the school gates, although her breasts were a lot more free now that her uniform had been torn through by the Boitatá's attacks on her. With her vision gone, the buxom blond had to rely on her other senses for her sense of direction--which was horrible since she kept running into trees, tripping over curbs, and bumping into all sorts of people that she didn't see coming. She would mutter her apologies to those people, but since she was speaking in her native Portuguese, most of the people she passed didn't even know what she was saying.
After awhile, she had made it to the swimming pool area, panting heavily. Her golden curls was in a wild mess atop of her head as her dress shirt began to fall off of her shoulder, revealing her leopard print bra and her taut stomach with a dangling peircing from her navel. "H-Help me," She whispered as she staggered forward, her hands out before her, groping the air for something she could grab onto. She could hear conversations coming from this area earlier so she knew there must be some nations or even states that could help her out of this predicament.
"Please, I can't s--!" Suddenly, Juliana lost her footing on the edge of the swimming pool and screamed as she fell forward into the water. She had expected to land on hard pavement like she did earlier, but when she felt herself being submerged in water, she realized that she was now at the pool. Finally she had a grasp on where exactly she was so she wasn't running around like a chicken with its head cut off. After a moment in the water, and losing her shoes to the bottom of the pool in the process, the Brazilian finally surfaced, gasping for air as she slicked her golden waves back while bobbing up and down. "Hello? Can someone help me out please?" She asked as she looked around, vacant eyes staring off into all sorts of directions as she swam to the edge and held a hand out for someone to help her up.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 1:18 pm
  ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida blinked as he watched the bitter little argument that erupted between America and Connecticut. It was a little confusing and he wasn't sure if he should say anything or not considering it was his little brother they were talking about punishing. Before Rutilio could even think of something useful to say, though, the matter was solved and both the northerner and nation had departed. Well... that solved one problem...? Rutilio turned and looked over at where Germany and the two Georgias were and internally sighed. It looked like today was going to get increasingly awkward, but he continued to smile his usual sunny smile anyways. At least the day couldn't possibly get any stranger. Or so he thought until he heard a light boinging noise coming their way. He turned his head just in time to watch the blind woman running about before falling into the pool. Florida just stared at her for a few moments before curiously moving to the side of the pool he was supposed to be cleaning. He watched her curiously and waved his hand at the Brazilian bombshell. When there was no response he smiled in curious confusion at the fact she apparently couldn't see. Perhaps he should give her some pity but instead he cheerfully cupped his hands near his mouth and called out to her playfully. "I will help you, chica!" he announced. "When you say 'marco' I will say 'polo' until you find me. It will be very helpful, si~?" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 1:56 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 ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ When Rutilio called out to her, Juliana's ears perked up as she shook her outstretched hand, a bit confused why he hadn't taken it and helped he up already. Wondering if he had gone off to get something to help her up with, she lowered her hand to the edge of the pool once more, continuing to hold herself above the water, since she fell into the deep end when she arrived. "Menino," She began with a laugh as she turned her head from side to side, patting her head to rid her ears of any water that could have been trapped still inside the canal. She wanted to think of some way she could convince Rutilio into helping her up so she wouldn't have to play this game of his. But finding that there was really no other way to get him to help than by playing by his own rules, the Brazilion merely shrugged her shoulders before a playful grin danced across her lips.
"Fine, but only this once." She told him before she pushed herself away from the edge by a few feet although continuing to wade in the water with ease. Her large coastline helped by acting as a floatation device in the meantime, so she wouldn't overexert any energy that she honestly didn't have at the moment. Cocking her head back with her eyes closed, Juliana then cried out "Marco~!" before she realigned her head with the rest of her body, keeping her ears perked, awaiting the Floridian's response.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 1:32 am
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Feliciano Vargas
Anime Club Vice President
Culinary Club Secretary
Member of the Host Club
The Useless Junior The Italian winced a bit as the two continued to bicker. Really neither one of them should be fighting over something like this. Even if it's one of Alfred's states, it really should be up to the school's staff and head on deciding what to do with Landon. Italy wasn't the type to say who was right and who was wrong, but both weren't really making any sense. Germany wasn't just some other country but the head of the Discipline committee. Even Feli knew that Ludwig was fair on his punishments to the least. Alfred saying he wouldn't let the states secede again didn't seem right either. Of course this sounded no different from the World meetings, Italy just wished that could of discussed this a little better for it wasn't proving anything. "Ve?" Italy looked a bit confused when America said something about 'being worse than him.' The accompany of a hug, distracted him before he was able to say anything and was soon dragged away. The Italian hadn't even gotten to grab his clothes to be properly dressed, not that he remembered to put them on. "Go where and see who Alfred?" he asked not having the slightest clue of their destination. (Out of Pasta: )
Translation:
nonno >> grandfather
( = ヮ =)೨ ~ ღ
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 1:51 am
Alfred F. Jones
Hero
*best junior ever* "To find my other states. I have something to tell them..."
He paused and looked at the other before handing him his jacket.
"You can wear this or we can go back for your clothes."
They were alredy out of ear shot but not quit back in the halls yet.
"Hey dude..."
He wasn't looking at Italy a bit embarrassed.
"What's your human name again?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 3:59 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 soon as the nation of Georgia stepped in, Georgia's mood went South. Why? WHY?! He had to fight every urge to point the stupid pressure washer at the two idiots as they gushed over one another like long-lost lovers. Stupid Florida and his stupid "Georgia Collection". He should be the only Georgia that mattered in Florida's life! Not this schmuck! He was so caught up in his own little internal bitching he didn't notice the fight between Nathan and Alfred until "sucede" was mentioned. He his and gripped his chest as that cold tone came from Alfred about no one leaving. Sherman's Trail always did when Alfred took that tone about others leaving. It was a sort of cursed reminder about what betrayal gets you in the land of Freedom.
As soon as Georgia glared at him, "Peaches" just happened to turn and give just as deadly a glare. His eyes even seemed to glow in fury before he finished power-washing the last of the umbrellas and chairs around the pool. ******** Kartlos and his nationality. The State of Georgia was better any ways. At least Christian had Coca-Cola, CDC, the American Cancer Society, and Atlanta. what did Kartlos have? His a** handed to him by Russia? Yeah, impressive. Real ******** impressive. Like he was scared of this country just because he was one. Christian had technically been his own independent nation for six years as well! That's part of why Alfred to this day hated people talking about leaving.
He shut the power-washer off just in time to here bouncing coming their way. As sad as it was, he could tell it wasn't Ukraine coming... So who was it that was making their way-- Splash!
His cyan eyes widened and he turned in time to see Juliana's tan hand reaching out of the pool before Rutilio joked around about playing Morco Polo. Being the gentleman he was, Georgia growled and set down the power washer before he stomped over and firmly smacked Rutilio on the back of the head. "You are an a**." The blond state then quickly removed his own shirt-- not caring who saw the burn scar spread across his chest and torso-- and shoved to to Rutilio with instruction to keep it from getting any more wet before he dove into the pool.
He reached up and carefully cradled Juliana before he stood so both of their heads were above the water and she wouldn't have to worry about keeping herself up any more. He then waded his way to the steps in the pool, blushing lightly and frowning as he tried to keep his eyes from wandering down to the leopard-print bra screaming for his attention. Hey, just because he was dating Rutilio didn't mean he wasn't still a guy or was easily distracted by... Coasts as noticeable as Brazil's. "Sorry for that, ma'am. I'll go ahead and let you have my shirt since yours looks a bit roughed up. Are you alright? You look like you been runnin' a while." He got them to the pool and climbed out before he shifted her so that he could hold her up a little better with one arm as he reached out and grabbed one of the cleaning "washed" chairs and sat her down in it. He then went over to Rutilio, snagged his shirt back, and then went over to Juliana and handed it to her with a blush as he adverted his gaze.
And in the process, hoped no one here would ask about the scar on his chest.
Out Of Coke :: Scar 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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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 4:09 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 "The Conrolling Junior" Head Disciplinarian
Security Secretary of the Anime Club
Forced Member of the Host Club Why did EVERYTHING always get more complicated when the Americas got involved? Seriously, it was like a special gift of theirs. Well, at least he had consent from Alfred to rough California up it the time or need to do so ever aroused. That was something to keep in mind. Still, even with permission, Ludwig more than likely would, at most, cuff the boy and shove him towards the Principal's Office to get more severe punishment that Ludwig otherwise wouldn't be allowed to go through with.
Speaking of the Principal, if California was bullying, it was probably a topic that would need to go up with the Principal and Vice Principal. The school might even need to form some sort of a group that taught tolerance or something since he had a feeling this wasn't the first issue with bullying this year-- just the first time it was brought up. Well, if Italy thought they should bring it up to Rome, then perhaps Ludwig should at least mention it next time he saw the ancient nation.
He crawled out of the pool just before someone fell in. The German was so taken by surprise that he hadn't noticed this person coming that he didn't react fast enough when Georgia was jumping in after them and retrieving them. Well, he couldn't say it was the first time he'd witnessed the boy doing so.... He went and found a towel, ignoring the fact that his pants were sagging slightly from all of the water soaked into them from his own swim, and at least brought it over to Juliana as Georgia attempted to make sure the busty blond was alright. Not that he blamed Georgia. It looked like something had attacked her shirt, which also made it so he had to find somewhere else other than her as he silently offered her a way to dry off.
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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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 4:58 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀"Polo--ow!" Rutilio squeaked when Georgia smacked him for playing his stupid little game with the blind and helpless Brazil. The Floridian stuck his tongue out and sulked but obediently held onto Georgia's shirt as he dove in to rescue the bucksome blonde. Wait, he was holding Christian's shirt...? Florida quriked a brow when he saw the Peach State bare chested in front of everyone and was surprised to find himself mildly annoyed that others were getting to see the scar which was carved down his boyfriend's torso. They had no idea the effort it took to get Christian's clothes off and were getting this little freebie for nothing! Juliana was even technically touching the scar! Rutilio unhappily chewed on his lower lip when he saw the way his boyfriend was blushing as he retrieved the shirt then went back to her. He wasn't jealous, of course. There was no reason to be jealous of Georgia paying attention to another tropical region with beautiful, vast coasts. He was the number one tourist destination so why should that bother him? There was no reason! Christian couldn't do better than Florida even if he tried! So there. "Be careful, chica! He acts like a gentleman but he is a cross dressing closet porn collector!" Rutilio suddenly warned Juliana childishly with a playful laugh and perhaps a hint of spite. But certainly not jealousy. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 5:11 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's face shot bright red instantly and he glared angrily with a growl at is boyfriend for what he had said. "You b*****d! I told you I'm not a cross dresser! All of the girl clothes I've ever owned were either stuff some of my female friends left in my house after a party or convention or gag gifts! That's why I keep getting panties in the mail!" Which wasn't a lie... Actually, that whole panty thing was a once a month gag-tradition between him and his friends.
The porn, however, he was't going to deny.... He had a small collection... Just, no one knew where they were stored... Hey! Most of what he owned was either because he bought it as support for filming in his state or, again, it was given as a joke! It's not like he watched the stuff.... Often.
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: Fri Nov 23, 2012 6:00 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 continued to wade there in the water, her hand still extended outwards, as she absently stared off into space with a wide grin on her lips. She sat there, waiting for the affirmed 'Polo' that Rutilio said he would say, but finding that only a few conversations continued and none of them concerned herself, her smile began to faulter slightly. "Menino?" She asked before she heard a loud smack to someone's cranium followed by someone stating that another was an a** of some sorts and then someone diving into the pool after her. Oh yay! That means she was finally going to be saved!
And just like that, her prayers were answered when she felt an arm snake its way under her legs, forcing her backwards towards the water, before the person who assisted her surfaced, cradling the buxom blond in his arms. "Oh meu herói~!" She exclaimed as she threw her arms around the shoulders of the person who had scooped her up, planting a rather intimate kiss on his cheek out of gratitude. The water cascaded off of her curves when Christian raised her out of the pool as a soft sigh emitted through her supple, parted lips just as a vibration in her chest caused her to squeal quickly. "Oh! My phone, I forgot..." She trailed off as she removed one of the arms that she had wrapped around his neck and fished around in her oversized cleavage before she pulled out her phone, which seemed to be perfectly fine despite being submerged in the water for at least a few minutes.
After that, her ears perked as Christian spoke up to her, holding her phone in her hand as she turned her head and lifted her chin upwards. Although she couldn't see him, she still wanted to make him feel like she was listening intently, which is what she was doing. Immediately, she was brought back to the park and shuddered slightly in his arms as he adjusted her into a seated position in a chair that he had pulled out for her. "Obrigado," She thanked him as she released him from her grasp and immediately began to work on the only buttons that were still holding her shirt together--or rather whatever was left of it. Her head was tilted down as she closed her eyes, working the buttons before she shook off her soaked shirt, keeping her knees together since her skirt was a bit tattered and didn't want to cause anyone to faint if she didn't have to. "I have been running since the park."
The Brazilian stated as she took her tattered shirt into her hands and wrung out the water that was trapped inside the fabric. She knew that everyone could see her leopard print bra, but she didn't really mind them seeing it, she was proud of her body and well, she had bikinis which were definitely more revealing than that. She felt that the shirt had been thrown onto her lap, but decided that taking off her wet clothes before she caught a cold was more important than covering herself up. She knew that it was dark out and it was starting to become a little chillier as the seasons changed, so she quickly and skillfully took off her leather, school shoes and her thigh-length black socks, wiggling her toes as she let out a sigh of relief.
Her ears perked when Rutilio warned her of Christian's cross dressing and porn collection and immediately her chin lifted as she shot a grin in the direction the shouting came from. She happened to look right at Ludwig holding out a towel for her when she did this, but because of her blindness--which was apparent since her normally emerald orbs were a pale grey color--it seemed like she was looking right through him. "Oh don't worry about it Rutilio! One of melhores amigas is a arraste rainha named Alexia Twister~!" She exclaimed with a laugh as she listened to Christian's explaination as she finally took the fresh shirt into her hands and slipped it on, not buttoning it up just yet.
[Out.Of.Rio: arraste rainha >> drag queen ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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