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 Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 2:30 pm
  ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Rutilio blinked. He didn't think there was anything odd or different about his behavior from usual. Why was Georgia so mad...? Then it slowly dawned on him. He stared for a moment before his eyes began to sparkle with delight and one of the most obnoxious, idiotic grins ever slowly etched itself across his face. "You... are jealous?" he asked quietly as if it was one of the most adorable things in the world. Rutilio was showing a great deal of self control not to automatically snag his Georgian for getting all huffy and pouty over his friendship with the other Georgia. He didn't want to mess up his clothes or get cobbler everywhere, either, after all, but he didn't have enough self control not to giggle lightly. "You're so cute, peaches~!" It was a rather endearing little quirk Christian apparently had, but in many ways it perplexed him. Florida had been in relationships before and never altered his flirty, playful behavior... Then again, none of those relationships had necessarily been of the emotional sort, either... Maybe actually being with someone who loved him could be a bit more complicated than the relative indifference Rutilio was familiar with. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 3:35 pm
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 3:53 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Rutilio's eyes only widened slightly at the outburst, but mostly because it was fairly loud and they were in the dorm of his very nosy little brother who was probably already drooling over the idea of getting his hands on some juicy information about the states' private lives. Otherwise, he was so familiar with Georgia yelling at him for various things he didn't think much of the threat. In Florida's mind he hadn't done anything strange for the younger boy to be upset about so this was probably just one of Christian's fits. "Probably," he said low as he glanced over his shoulder to make sure there were no guns being pointed in his direction from any angry siblings. Though Georgia seemed to think all of them were innocent little angels in need of his protection, Rutilio knew many of the other states were just as (if not more so) violently protective of their brother. "You should not let yourself get so excited, si?" After all, there was nothing to be so upset about, right? ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 5:55 pm
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Cali blinked, distraught, as Georgia made to leave, and upon catching Florida’s death glare, he reluctantly left for the computer. It wasn’t unusual for Florida to shoot such nasty glares at him, since Landon had frequently exerted his penchant for invasive curiosity on certain matters, but this time he hadn’t done anything wrong. Heck, Landon hadn’t even been thinking about the movie revolving around them; that’s how confused he was about Christian’s early leave! The Westerner sighed and dejectedly returned to his Mac to make the next protagonist.
Just as he finished the second skeleton, Landon heard Christian suddenly exclaim, “You Spanish WHORE!”
As one might predict of the possibly nosiest state in the Union, Cali overheard Georgia's outburst quite clearly, although the part that intrigued him most was the last word. He knew Rutilio had been called many things, but he hadn't heard that one in all his years of being in the Union... There was something juicy about the two states’ new closed-mouthedness, he just knew it! So Landon turned ever so slightly towards Rutilio and Christian in his seat in front of the computer, his ear zooming in on their conversation as best he could. Unfortunately, his eavesdropping was complicated by the sheer level of noise, so much that he could only catch mere bits and pieces. It didn't matter, for his gears were already turning about how best to incorporate this new snarl between his stars.
Still, he turned a little more obviously so that he was watching them out of the corner of his eye, looking a little more obvious than normal. He didn’t notice because he was too busy mentally recording every last word he caught. From the sound of cobbler and clothing being flung down on the counter, things were heating up most deliciously.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 7:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 7:59 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida was more than a little stunned as he watched Georgia for a few moments. Didn't he know? Had he never realized it before? "But... that is my job," he said with one of his odd, humorless smiles which never seemed to have any definite meaning. "Tourism is what I am good at, remember? No one wants to vacation somewhere that does not make you feel good." Without tourism, he would go back to being that useless little swamp from nearly a century ago that no one wanted or cared about. More importantly, America relied on him now to continue bringing in tourists from around the world with his unique charms. "It is the only real purpose I have now, peaches." His strange smile vanished into a confused little frown as he tilted his head to the side. "I do not understand... You have some other expectations?" he asked as he struggled with the concept of anyone having expectations of him in general aside from making himself useful and profitable. Apparently he was actually being held to a standard of some sort now! That had never happened before to the tropical cash cow. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 8:16 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  Christian huffed in a light air of annoyance with his lip curled in minor disgust. "You think you can't do better?! You don't think you have any other value than being some sort of pretty little thing that has to kiss a** every ten seconds or else you feel useless?! Bullshit! Whether you realize it or not, you do have some sort of use other than being America's dirt little prostitute. Yeah, I know. You're used to being sold and used by everyone, but do you think for one second I didn't think you could ever do better." Georgia put a hand on his hip while pointing a finger at the man standing in front of him.
"Remember how beat up and battered I was after the Civil War? And yet you still had to force me to stay in bed since I thought my only use was farming and being an export site for others? After you left to go back to the Union, I realized I had to try something else to make it since I was still too sick and weak to do all of the hard work I normally would have on my own. Sure, a few years later, I had to come back home since I failed being an independent state since I was pretty badly damaged, but at least I tried."
He stood up, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning deeply. "Now, I don't know about you, but I don't want to be in a relationship where I feel like I'm only second to your damn tourism. So, if you want to still flirt and advertise yourself to the world shamelessly, then, fine, so be it. Don't expect me to be able to feel like I can trust you, though, since that just makes me wonder how far you're willing to go in order to get someone to help boost your economy. It's not even the fact that you were that bothers me! It's the fact you don't want anyone to know about us, and then you do it while I'm standing not ten feet from me." He rolled his eyes before stomping back to the counter and grabbing his things once more. "Whatever. I'm done. I shoulda known you were just bullshitting me earlier. If you really loved me, you would try to see it from my perspective instead of standing there with that false smile like you usually do. Maybe you were just trying to sell yourself to me as well..."
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: Sun Aug 05, 2012 8:47 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida blushed lightly as the younger state scolded him for letting his tourism define so much of himself. He could say nothing in return and didn't have an argument. Hadn't Georgia always wanted him to be useful? Other than his cattle herding and orchards, what else did he have without his tourism? His only other purpose had been a disaster and he had failed so miserably at protecting Cuba. Heck, Florida hadn't even been able to protect himself from the other Southerners back then. Why did Christian think he could do better when no one else did? That was something that always confused him about the younger state. Sometimes when he said things like that Florida almost believed him. "... It does not matter to me," he said softly and suddenly as Georgia picked up his things. "You asked if I would care if you started flirting with someone else and... I don't. Even if you hate me, cheat on me or hit me it does not matter. It never has... So long as I can be near you I am satisfied. That is all I want..." Until earlier that day, he hadn't even believed anything more than that was possible to begin with. He smiled in an odd combination of misery and affection at his former pequno amigo. "I do not expect you to believe me. When it comes down to it... you never have truly believed in me to begin with. I came to terms with it many centuries ago." Although he doubted Georgia even understood what he was talking about. Florida had given up so long ago ever trying to make Georgia understand him. Not since Oglethorpe destroyed whatever trust had been forged between them all those years ago. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 8:55 pm
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Landon rose from his seat, startled at what he was hearing. Granted, it was a very juicy conversation indeed, but it hadn’t ever occurred to him that two such hardheaded rivals could be in love. Even more, it seemed that they were not only in love, but they were also on the verge of divorce! This had to be the fastest potential break-up in all recorded history. Not even Kim Kardashian had broken up with her boyfriend this fast! Even if Georgia and Florida had been an item or longer than a single day, their divorce argument had still come many times faster than predicted.
California wondered if he should try and comfort them or keep eavesdropping. He already had a poor reputation among the states he had innocently slandered in his many Hollywood hits, so approaching them right now was liable to earn him a punch or two in the face. Then again, he was having a hard time hearing everything he needed to step in or stay out… Landon decided to opt for the middle ground, and discreetly moved to the wine pyramid nearby. He took a bottle down from it, hoping that Rutilio and Christian either did not notice him or let him cool them down. At least it seemed that Rutilio was trying to mend things… Landon discreetly backed away, hoping that his approach didn’t ruin whatever recovery they might have been working on.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 9:02 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 fromChristian was quiet for a moment, facing away from Rutilio. After just standing there for a few minutes in silence, reaching out for his stuff by not grabbing it, he finally dropped his arms and turned to Rutilio with tears in his eyes. "I wish you would just tell me whether you loved or hated me. It would make it so less... Confusing for me since I do love you..."
Georgia ran his hands through his bangs, feeling ears threatening to spill down his cheeks. "I wish you would say and express it so I know if I should feel ashamed of myself for wanting you to myself like in the old days... Back when we weren't so complicated and life made some sense."
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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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 9:23 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida hesitated at Georgia's request. Did he hate Georgia? .... Yes. Yes, he did. There was a part of Florida even today that wanted nothing more than to murder the state who had tortured and tormented his people for so many years while calling him the villain. There was a part of Florida who wanted to make Georgia suffer the same helplessness and terror of being forcefully stripped from his family and sold like a cheap piece of dirt into a rival, hostile union. He wanted Georgia to know how it felt to have his culture slowly degraded and twisted into something unrecognizable to his former family who now regarded him as a virtual stranger by the very people who had stolen him from his home. That part of Florida hated Georgia to the point it was almost painful. However, there was an even greater part of Florida that loved Georgia and only wanted to be near the person who had fascinated, challenged and, at one point, been so kind to him. Back then hadn't he felt like he was worth something just because that baby colony called him a friend? His whole body all but ached sometimes from that love which continued to draw him back to the person who had done so much to hurt him. How was he supposed to answer such a question? "... It cannot be exactly like it was in the old days," he finally said softly. Too much had happened for it to ever be like that again as far as he understood his own feelings. "It has to be something else. I only know I want to be near you no matter what you think of me." ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 9:42 pm
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Landon couldn’t believe his ears. They were making up! The realization was so incredible that for once, the Golden State didn't at all mind being ignored. At this point, he thought it was safe for him to enter the kitchen. Ignoring the bottle he had taken from the pyramid, Landon casually walked in and picked up the extra pot of clam chowder he had made, for he was getting hungry for something more substantial than wine, which he hadn't yet drained from his new bottle. However, he dithered upon leaving, wanting almost desperately to hear more of this.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 9:49 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 fromChristian sighed and looed down, feeling depressed. Yeah, he had known it was stupid to long for when they were younger and when neither had a care or worry in the world, but that never meant he'd ever fully given up on it maybe being a reality. Having to hear Rutilio say it out loud almost made it as painful and depressing as when England dropped the bomb that Santa wasn't real.
Christian walked to a part of the kitchen where it would be hard for Lndon to see him (though, not intentionally since he was unaware that California could see or hear any of their heart to heart) and leaned his back against the counter before letting himself slide down so that he was sitting in the fetal position and hugged his long legs to his chest since all he wanted right now was a hug or some form of physical contact to comfort him.
"You almost make it sound like you're only after my body... But I don't think I'm mature enough to handle that sort of thing. I want someone to actually love me and make me feel loved..." He gritted his teeth as those dreaded tears slid past his defense and began making little wet dots on his shorts and knees. "I'm tired of always feeling like the only thing I'm good for is people using me to their advantage. I love Sissy, but even she used and abused me to the point where all I ever see myself good for is serving the family and being their shield physically, mentally, and emotionally without being allowed to have just one special someone to let me know I can have some form of loyalty and love with no strings attached..."
Just then, Christian realized that he heard someone shuffling about the kitchen and doing stuff. He looked up to see what Floria was doing....
Only to realize that it was Landon.
Christian's cyan eyes grew wide, and he was about to ask how much of that Landon had heard and seen. However, his voice caught in his throat since he knew he wouldn't like the answer. Instead, he gulped and blushed before very quietly pleading, "P- Please don't tell..."
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: Sun Aug 05, 2012 10:01 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida smiled lightly as he watched the crying Georgian. He looked so pitiful and helpless when he cried like that almost as if he was a little child all over again. "You do not have to give me your body or anything," he said. "Just being in the same room is enough. I have never asked you for anything more than that, have I?" He wanted to approach, but he also happened to notice Landon and froze. The Floridian said nothing although there was something hostile and tense in his body language as if just by being there in the middle of that very emotional moment Landon was a threat of some sort. Not that Rutilio cared too much about his own reputation, but the look he was giving his brother was almost identical to the one he had made about California keeping the kiss in the office a secret. He subtly stood between Georgia in his little heap of misery and Landon as if subconsciously trying to hide the pitiful scene from prying eyes. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 10:10 pm
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Landon’s amazed eyes had tracked Christian all throughout the kitchen, even up to the other’s terrified fetal curl. He had had no idea just how completely wrong he had been about the depth of the rivalry between the two, and had overheard far more than he had expected to hear, even in his tremendously long lifetime. The Westerner was situated so far from the two Southeasterners that he had only ever heard how much they hated each other, and how often their purposes had been shortchanged over the years. Ever since Florida had disappeared for an unusually long time today, he had suspected something was up, but never something of this gravity. Was that all Georgia really wanted? Someone to let him know that he was loved?
The thought almost made Landon want to drop his project revolving around what he had imagined was happening between the two. Almost. Momentarily struck speechless by the insane number of revelations he had just experienced in the last hours, the Californian simply held his arms out to Georgia, one wide as if for a hug and the other to help the other up, subtly maneuvering himself around Florida as best he could to offer the other Southerner his help. Just because he could be relied on to make a smash hit out of nearly every bit of drama that happened upon his home did not necessarily mean that he wanted to capitalize off of someone else’s misery.
“We all care about you, Christian,” he managed finally. Then he grinned. “You’ve been protecting us from those terrible Communists and barbarians for practically all your life! Of course you should have someone special for yourself!” he quipped in an effort to make him laugh. Yes, his innocent and slightly injurious sense of humor was back in full force.
“There’s just one thing I want in exchange for my silence,” Landon added softly, gazing down at Christian, his voice more sober than was typical. To anyone who knew him, particularly Florida, the favor he wanted wasn’t too hard to figure out, but the twist California wanted on it was not something that could so easily be predicted.
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