Kyson grabbed the ball from the air and took off between the other two Chasers. He sped forward towards the goal posts, keeping the ball tightly tucked under his arm.
Team One Chaser Nat. Flyer | Good Arm | Swift Swipe AC: 14 | Mods: +4 To the Goals: 1/3 Final Roll: -- ✪ | ✪ | ✪
And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name. 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams. Until you die for me, as long as there is a light, my shadow's over you. 'Cause I am the opposite of amnesia. And you're a cherry blossom, you're about to bloom. You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon. Some legends are told. Some turn to dust or to gold. But you will remember me, remember me for centuries. And just one mistake is all it will take. We'll go down in history, remember me for centuries.
{ooc: team 1 Caty, Mira, Leon, Kyson, Raymond, Sera: team 2 Aimee, Tristan, James, Savannah, Devontne, Benjamin}
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Continuing down the field, Kyson held the Quaffle tightly to his side. He was almost to the goals. All he had to do was avoid the other Chasers until he got there. Easy enough, right?
Team One Chaser Nat. Flyer | Good Arm | Swift Swipe AC: 14 | Mods: +4 To the Goals: 2/3 Final Roll: -- ✪ | ✪ | ✪
And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name. 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams. Until you die for me, as long as there is a light, my shadow's over you. 'Cause I am the opposite of amnesia. And you're a cherry blossom, you're about to bloom. You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon. Some legends are told. Some turn to dust or to gold. But you will remember me, remember me for centuries. And just one mistake is all it will take. We'll go down in history, remember me for centuries.
Savannah had to rip around and change her course to try and follow after the quaffle. It was back in Kyson's hands and she narrowed her body closer to her broom to try and race faster. She could see he was almost at the scoring zone; too close, actually. She'd only have one chance so she dove fast and hard hoping to smack that quaffle out of his grip and into the air for her steal.
Team Two: Aimee Tristan, James Benji, Savannah, Devonte
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Kyson easily dodged Savannah's steal attempt and shot towards the goals. He readied himself for his toss, then threw the Quaffle at the goals. He was confident in his skills, sure that his shot would fly through the hoops.
Team One Chaser Nat. Flyer | Good Arm | Swift Swipe AC: 14 | Mods: +4 To the Goals: 3/3 Final Roll: 11 (wow) ✪ | ✪ | ✪
And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name. 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams. Until you die for me, as long as there is a light, my shadow's over you. 'Cause I am the opposite of amnesia. And you're a cherry blossom, you're about to bloom. You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon. Some legends are told. Some turn to dust or to gold. But you will remember me, remember me for centuries. And just one mistake is all it will take. We'll go down in history, remember me for centuries.
Now finally adjusted to the pace of the game, Tristan was ready. Until a bludger was aimed at him--luckily, the little first year runt managed to save him and even deflected it back towards an opposing chaser, brill. "Good job mate!" Positive reinforcement can be a good thing, in moderation. Especially when it's worth it. Hoping to catch the next rogue bludger at the perfect angle, he lined up his shot and aimed straight for Mira.
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∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷ Beater: Team Two AC: 17 +7 to hitting HP: ═ ═ ═ ═ 100% Defending: - - - Targeting: Mirahit!! ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷
There’s 7 billion 46 million people on the planet And most of us have the audacity to think we matter The reason there’s smog in Los Angeles is ‘cause if we could see the stars If we could see the context of the universe in which we exist And we could see how small each one of us is Against the vastness of what we don’t know No one would ever audition for a McDonalds commercial again
Aimee whipped around to try and stop the quaffle. Her arms reached out infront of her...
░░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓███████ ooc: Position: Seeker AC: 12 Modifiers: +2 catch/spot Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 Above AC to hit 19+ to spot 22+ to catch Seeking 3/3 Catch -/2 0-0
I’m smiling in Los Angeles like I’ve got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth And I’m celebrating on weekends Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet And I have the audacity to think I matter I know it’s a lie but I prefer it to the alternative We’re every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls And that’s the glue between me and you We live in a house made of each other
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 4:21 pm
There’s 7 billion 46 million people on the planet And most of us have the audacity to think we matter The reason there’s smog in Los Angeles is ‘cause if we could see the stars If we could see the context of the universe in which we exist And we could see how small each one of us is Against the vastness of what we don’t know No one would ever audition for a McDonalds commercial again
Aimee grinned when she easily caught it. Maybe she was a better keeper than seeker. She liked Seeker more. It was more fun. She tossed the quaffle off to Devonte
░░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓███████ ooc: Position: Seeker AC: 12 Modifiers: +2 catch/spot Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 Above AC to hit 19+ to spot 22+ to catch Seeking 3/3 Catch -/2 0-0
I’m smiling in Los Angeles like I’ve got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth And I’m celebrating on weekends Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet And I have the audacity to think I matter I know it’s a lie but I prefer it to the alternative We’re every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls And that’s the glue between me and you We live in a house made of each other
Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 5:50 pm
xSeymour Benjamin Ryansxxxxx xxxx<7th Year>
AC: 16 Modifiers: (+8 Blocking Goals) (+8 Scoring) (+8 Stealing) Special Skills: Hold the Line, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
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Roll: XX (+8 Blocking Goals) (+8 Scoring) (+8 Stealing) = XX
Benjamin may have supposed to be helping out his mock team as a chaser, but end up hanging back mostly. The players had it without him. Honestly they were all pretty great. He was sure they really didn't need him except that Slytherin's ambitions and egos got too big sometimes and they all wanted a starting spot. Or the "best" position of seeker like the fight the girls had for seeker which they'd get reserve at best. Or an excuse to hit people. Even the pipsqueak and that new kid, the second year, Leon were at it slinging bludgers. He whistled and called try outs to an end, "Alright, guys, great job. Give me and Vandy a few minutes and we'll get the team posted."
He convened with Evander for a few minutes to figure out the team line up and then after scribbling down names held up the parchment, "Okay, we got the team set up, everyone be sure to take note. I'm pretty sure we're going to have another winning session. Be sure to show up for our practices and the game coming up. We have the first game of the year, this year."
Reserve Raymond Yuko (Chaser) Sera Avery (Seeker #1) Amelia McHalen (Seeker #2) Caty Blake (Keeper) Leon McGregor (Beater #1) James Rich (Beater #2)
Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2016 11:51 pm
They're gonna𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔲𝔭your looks With all the𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰in the books To make a𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔷𝔢𝔫out of you
┏━━━━━━━━━┓ Where?Slytherin Common Room Who? No one in particular, just the Slytherins moving about. Thoughts?This bloody spell is going to give me an aneurysm. ┗━━━━━━━━━┛
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Jack made his way from the dungeons out towards the grounds in decent time. He changed from his robes to a pair of jeans, white tee, and some trainers. Nothing fancy, but it was for the best. It wasn't like he was out here to meet an old friend or an acquaintance of his father. He was fully expecting this to turn into a brawl, but he'd use it as a time to get to know his fellow beater. Maybe Leon wasn't a bad guy, just had a hard time adjusting like he did? Who knows...he could just be a monumental prat.
He made it to the pitch and looked around, not seeing Leon yet. Deciding not to stand right out in the open, he meandered towards the goal posts where he was relatively out of sight from the windows of the castle. He definitely didn't want to get into any more trouble than he had to. Detention on the first day? That might be a new record in his family...then again, did any of them ever have a detention? He'd have to ask Belle when he decided to write her again.
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Diamond Wales
Because they𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭with a gun And keep an𝔢𝑦𝔢on you, son So they can𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥all the things you do
Heard don't move unless you know someone you can move... And I bruise just like anyone would bruise. And I know we've got a long way to go; I know I've got so far- We built this house with our hands, and our time, and our blood! You build this up in one day to fall downward and rust! You tried to emphasize and side with both your ghosts... In time I swore I'd take the straight and narrow path but still won't.
Vander was not thrilled to be starting tryouts this year, but he wasn't exactly reluctant about it either. He'd wanted people to be forced to listen to him for years, after all. And he had a very different idea for how to run this team than Ryans had had. They weren't going to humiliate themselves like they had last year. He'd make sure of it. But most importantly, he needed a vice captain, as loathe as he was to actually share any of the meager control he had. Vander at seventeen was no more willing to let someone else in the sandbox than Vander at seven. He just needed someone who wasn't going to ******** them all over once he'd graduated, even if he shouldn't have cared a whit about it.
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OOC: Position: Seeker AC: 20 Mods: +8 Catching Snitch, +6 Spotting Snitch Special Skills: Great Catch, Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer Lives: (X) (X) (X) Catching Up to Snitch: Seeking Snitch:
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I hold his ear; I'm only trying to do my job tonight- Kiss him on top his lips and crucify the fire... We built this house with our hands, and our time, and our blood! You built this up in one day to fall downward and rust! Never really feel the same, never gonna be the same... Trust in me the same way with your time, your blood; Holy or inane to fall downward and never feel the same.
Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 3:03 pm
This is a black, black ski mask song So put all of your anger on In the truly gruesome do we trust I will always land on you like a sucker punch
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Tʜɪʀᴅ Yᴇᴀʀ||Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ||Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ Bᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ
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Leon stepped onto the pitch, hands in his pockets with a school broom slung over his shoulder. He hadn't gotten a new one, but he figured he could work with the one he had. He glanced over and took note of the p***k Lillantine overseeing tryouts and reminded himself that Ryans had graduated. So had Mitchell as well, and there was a chance he could possibly make first string. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed a sheet up and filled it out silently before handing it back. He then started on some basic stretches, and swore that if the p***k Lillantine made him do laps, he was going to lob bludgers at him. He didn't care. This was stress relief for him.
Username: Diamond Wales Character's Name: Leon McGregor House: Slytherin Year: Third Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Enrolled Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger, Mean Swing First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: I swear to (censored due to profanity) if you don't give me beater...
AC: 16 Modifiers: Hitting Bludgers +4 Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger, Mean Swing Lives: [✔] [✔] [✔] ✘ Final Roll: --
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Location: Quidditch Pitch Thinking: Ugh, at least I can relax during this... OOC:
I’m just a problem that doesn’t want to be solved So could you please hold your applause Take this sideshow and all its freaks And turn it into the silver screen dream
If nothing else, Tristan always had quidditch to look forward too. It was a safe haven, of a sorts. Not literally, that would be stupid, considering he's a beater. But to be honest, he'd sooner take a bludger to the gut then deal with life. Of course it's always because of a stupid girl, too. Isn't it always? All the books he's read and the movies he's watched; it seemed like everything could be solved by just not caring. That used to be so easy! But now... Is it possible to care so much that it's making you numb? Because that's how he felt. Juggling between Lorelei and Sybil; he knew he needed to chose, and he might lose his chance if he doesn't try. But they're both special, and they mean so much to him in so many different ways. But Tristan just... kept doing nothing, as if how somehow, things would change. And they haven't. Not even in the slightest. But he trudged up to the quidditch pitch in silence. With both Benjamin and Mira gone, he didn't expect to come across much conversation on the field. And he was grateful for it. The last thing he wanted to do was pretend to make small talk. Nodding just once to Evander, he quickly filled out his sign-in sheet then moved to turn it in to the captain.
Username: Essy ze Ninja Character's Name: Tristan Hastings House: Slytherin Year: Fifth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 4 Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Reserve
Heard don't move unless you know someone you can move... And I bruise just like anyone would bruise. And I know we've got a long way to go; I know I've got so far- We built this house with our hands, and our time, and our blood! You build this up in one day to fall downward and rust! You tried to emphasize and side with both your ghosts... In time I swore I'd take the straight and narrow path but still won't.
For someone who seemed to constantly project an aura of ever never giving a s**t about anything, Vander thought it a bit ironic that McGregor consistently showed up fairly early. Then again, what else did he have to do? Smoke under the stands? Curse out first years for looking at him the wrong way? (Although Vander himself was guilty of the latter) He took the form from the younger boy about as passive aggressively as possible, and was then pleased to see the male Hastings show up. Vander didn't like Hastings the elder, but he didn't despise Tristan, and he seemed to have enough sense to be able to manage something like a team without turning it into a circus. Looking at you, Ryans. "Hastings, as of right now you're vice captain," he said bluntly as he took the fifth year's paper. "Try not to get too excited." As far as he knew Hastings wasn't particularly emotional, which probably explained why he seemed to spend his time mooning over two girls who were very close to becoming inanimate objects, they spoke and changed facial expressions so infrequently.
OOC: Position: Seeker AC: 20 Mods: +8 Catching Snitch, +6 Spotting Snitch Special Skills: Great Catch, Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer Lives: (X) (X) (X) Catching Up to Snitch: Seeking Snitch:
Essy ze Ninja
I hold his ear; I'm only trying to do my job tonight- Kiss him on top his lips and crucify the fire... We built this house with our hands, and our time, and our blood! You built this up in one day to fall downward and rust! Never really feel the same, never gonna be the same... Trust in me the same way with your time, your blood; Holy or inane to fall downward and never feel the same.
Raymond Ara Yuko Third Year Slytherin Pureblood Parselmouth Reserve Chaser
Location : Slytherin Try-outs - Quidditch Pitch
Raymond was once again one the Quidditch pitch. He didn't expect much but he expected to at least do his best. There were other better chasers and he wasn't going to argue that they were going to handle the game on the field. Walking onto the pitch, the third year took a form and filled it out. He figured it was better to try then not at all. Besides it was better to be distracted on other things then worrying about the next big fight that would go on in his class. Instead he figured he could have fun if anything while mentally cheering on Savannah.
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Username: murruelecreuset Character's Name: Raymond Yuko House: Slytherin Year: Third Year Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Enrolled Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 year Any Special Skill: Good Arm, Deft Dodger, Great Catch First Choice Position: Chaser (Reserve) Second Choice Position: Anywhere else you want me I guess. (Reserve)
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Status:Let's see how this works out... With:Fellow Slytherins
