Sera walked onto the field, more than ready for this year. This year the seeker position was hers. No more Evander Lillantine to get in her way. And the competition was a joke. They did not spend years preparing for this position as she has. Five years of preparation to be exact. Nodding to Tristan, Sera took the application and filled it out.
Username: mc2 Character's Name: Sera Avery House: Slytherin Year: 6th Advanced Flying I: yes Advanced Flying II: yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 5 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Reserve Seeker
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Reyna jogged into the Quidditch pitch early, eager to start the tryouts. She was still a bit clumsy with the bat but she was determined to improve her aim and perform better this year. "This would be much better with our own brooms," she grumbled to Vito, gesturing to the school broom she carried with her as she did. She'd spent most of the last night trying to convince him to try out for the team; Merlin knew the boy needed the social experience. She was successful enough to have him agree to try out, although he did so reluctantly. "You'll still have fun though," she told him brightly.
When they reached the pitch, Rey was surprised to see they were quite early; the only other person on the field was their new captain, Tristan Hastings and Sera Avery. So far Tristan had seemed alright and hopefully he'd be better than Vander, who was a slave driver. "Good morning," she greeted the two, snatching two sheets and quills from the barrels, handing one to Vito. She filled hers quickly, handing it back to Tristan before walking ahead to start warming up. "You should try and stretch as well," she informed Vito, "if you don't want to regret this later." Rey had learned enough from last year and she wasn't willing to endure sore muscles again.
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Username: oyehh Character's Name: Reyna Whyte House: Slytherin Year: Second year Advanced Flying I: Enrolled Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing, Hold the Line First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Reserve Beater
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Get down to Paris; I know a chic restaurant- Sip from a chalice; we can drink all we want! We can dance up close, head to head... My love I shall bestow- Who says romance is dead? Mmm, I'm a perfectionist, a perfectionist.
Vito was dragged to the pitch, he had on a pair of sunglasses on to keep the sun out of his eyes and wearing a suit that did not seem to fit on the field. If he had know he was expected to try for the team. "Well maybe later during the break I can buy a few brooms. I mean I'd guess I'd need your help to find the best make and models currently available." they say. And then maybe you'll say why they said that, or how they felt as they said that. Vito yawned a bit, he was used to sleeping in when he could. But with Rey adamantly trying to convince him to join the team to be more socal. He appreciated the attempt but did not think it would work out and he mentioned the reasons to her, trying to be as diplomatic as he could. She won out though and now he was here. 'Well at least I can say I tried out, and I most likely won't make the cut, then I can go back to reading while everyone is out playing or damaging their vocal cords cheering.'"Well the amount of 'fun' is still up for debate." Vito looked at the few older students and gave a little bow. "Good morning to you both." He took the form and after studying the sport he knew at least a little of what would be expected of him for each position and what skills he would be best for. Once he was done with that he turned to Rey who suggested that he stretched, and the boy sighed a bit and nodded before starting to stretch, working out the kinks in his joints.
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Nothing is more serious than pleasure; Happiness is impossible to measure. The only life worth living is leisure... Nothing is more serious than pleasure. I like a winner; someone who knows their game- A truthful sinner; there's no rush to fan the flames.
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Username: Xistund Character's Name: Vitomir Nicoli House: Slytherin Year: Second Advanced Flying I: Applied Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 0 Any Special Skill: Sharp Eyes - used to help seekers spot the snitch Deft Dodger - used to try and avoid bludgers Great Catch - used to catch the quaffle/snitch First Choice Position: Seeker, Second Choice Position:Whatever else job I'm not expected to do much with, maybe Keeper.
Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 7:57 pm
I sold my soul to athree-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But its the devil thats trying to Hold me down, hold me down. Sneaking out the back door Make no sound.
Aimee walked onto the pitch quietly, avoiding eye contact with pretty much everyone. She silently filled out the forms and handed them back in before taking off on a lap around the pitch and then working on her stretches.
Position: Seeker AC: 16 Modifiers: +6 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 0-0[/color
Username: Devlyn Maycry Character's Name: Aimee McHalen House: Slytherin Year: Fourth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Reserve Seeker? Keeper?
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I'm helpless clinging to a little bit of spine They rush me telling me I'm running out of time They shush me, walkingme across a fragile line. Knock me out Knockmeout Saying that I want more, this is what I live for I sold my soul to a three piece And he told me I was holy He had me down on both knees
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2016 8:04 pm
You can fake that smile For a hollowwhile But thekidsall learn Once those bridgesburn
Flick walked onto the pitch and grabbed one of the school brooms and quickly filled out the paperwork. Her face screamed "don't talk to me twatbuckets" and she hoped they would listen. She wasn't in the mood to make friends right now. When the paperwork was done she started stretching out her muscles and assessing the people around her.
Position: Chaser AC: 12 Modifiers: +2 steal/throw Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 Above AC steal/throw 0-0
Username: Devlyn Maycry Character's Name: Flick Horne House: Slytherin Year: First Advanced Flying I: No Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 0 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Anything else?
And don't be surprised If they don't buyyour lies Some of us can seethrough Your stained glasseyes
xxxThe s**t gets thicker.... It's toxic xxxxxxPot kettle, pot kettle black... Talk that, talk that smack xxxxxxxxxDid you hear about that b***h, and what she did? I don't believe it xxxxxxxxxxxxWhat a ho. What a tramp. What a slut. xxxxxxxxx Pot kettle, pot kettle black... Watch your, watch your back
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Raymond Ara Yuko Fourth Year Slytherin Pureblood Parselmouth Reserve Chaser
Location : Quidditch Pitch - Slytherin Try-outs
Raymond really hoped that he would make the team this year. If he didn’t he supposed he could hang with Reyna and Oliver in the stands since they probably would be in the same boat. Walking down the pitch he spotted several people. There was Tristan their new official captain, Sera, Aimee, some new girl, and Reyna with… ‘Who is that…?’He thought to himself. Walking up he grabbed a forum filled it out and then walked over to Reyna and her new friend. “Hello Rey, who’s the friend?” He asked.“I’m Raymond I’d say call me Ray but that might be confusing.”He told the dark haired boy with a small smile. Starting into his stretches Raymond wanted to be prepared for try-outs. Hopefully this time he'd be successful.
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Username: murruelecreuset Character's Name: Raymond Yuko House: Slytherin Year: Fourth Year Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 years Any Special Skill: Good Arm, Deft Dodger, Swift Swipe First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Anywhere else you want me I guess.
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Kimberly begrudgingly walked down to the pitch. Candace skipped merrily along next to her. She was happy to be cheering on her friend. “Why again am I doing this?” She questioned her friend. “You need to let out your frustrations.” Candace explained. Kimberly rolled her eyes as they came into view of the other Slytherins.“Sometimes I wonder why I let you talk me into these things.” She commented before leaving her friend at the stands to watch her dreadful tryout.
Walking over Kimberly didn’t bother with anyone. Though the moment she saw Flick she tried everything she had not to roll her eyes.‘Why’d she have to be here…?’ She thought to herself as she took a forum and attempted to fill it out. How hard could it be? What are you good at and how much experience do you have? It was real obvious stuff… except if you never played before. Oh well she’d just have to wing it.
Handing it in Kimberly dropped her school broom on the ground before stretching. When in doubt follow the rest. Besides she knew how sports worked and she’d researched the game a bit. Well Candace and Minako had researched the game a bit. Quidditch sounded brutal which was right up Kimberly’s ally. Well unless she was the one being brutally injured…
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Username: murruelecreuset Character's Name: Kimberly Leon House: Slytherin Year: First Year Advanced Flying I: No Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: Zero Any Special Skill: Dang Healthy, Good Arm, Mean Swing First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Anything...
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 7:58 am
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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Leon walked onto the pitch and almost walked right back off. This couldn't be his day. Though it could have been worse. He didn't see Rich, who was intent on making his life a living hell by constantly trying to talk to him and act like Leon was his best friend. How that had happened, he'd never know. No, the reason he wanted to walk off the pitch was because he was looking at some second year he easily recalled starting an argument during the sorting wearing, of all things, a suit to tryouts. Unless he was going to be watching. Leon sighed, figuring he had accepted the position as vice captain, he might as well say something to the second year."I 'ope yer no' finkin' 'bout tryin' ou' fer th' team in a sui'. If ya are, ya migh' wanna reconsider wot yer gonna wear ta practice."With that, he walked away, nodding toward Tristan when he spotted the older teen. He stood off to the side and crossed his arms, hoping that he wasn't requested to do anything but what he was supposed to do or approached by someone with some notion that he was supposed to talk to them.
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Location: Quidditch Pitch Thinking: This tryouts be'er no' be a fiasco.... 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
Get down to Paris; I know a chic restaurant- Sip from a chalice; we can drink all we want! We can dance up close, head to head... My love I shall bestow- Who says romance is dead? Mmm, I'm a perfectionist, a perfectionist.
Vito smiled at the fourth year glad to see someone who did not open up a conversation harassing him about something, speaking of. Before Vito could greet the older with a dreadful accent came in and commented about his attire. It's not like he had planned on going to the tryouts when packing his suitcase and he had only last night's warning. Vito was thinking on saying something but just as soon as the older boy made the comment he left. Vito pushed up his sunglasses to hide the roll in his eyes. He was debating on if he should be relieved on the boy's quick departure or insulted. He quickly decided to push the incident to the back of his mind, as much as he would like to make some comment to the boy, maybe start a row that would get him kicked out of the tryouts so he can go back to spending his free time doing something productive. But he made a promise to Rey that he would give this a real try and Vito admitted he was many things but he was not someone to go back on his word if he could help it. He smiled a bit at Raymond, who seemed to be comrades with Rey. "I am Vitomir Nicoli, it is my utmost pleasure to meet you." He said and hoped that the actions of the other boy did not sour the moment for him.
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Nothing is more serious than pleasure; Happiness is impossible to measure. The only life worth living is leisure... Nothing is more serious than pleasure. I like a winner; someone who knows their game- A truthful sinner; there's no rush to fan the flames.
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 1:59 pm
╔══════════════════════════════╗ Oliver Davis Slytherin - Second Year - Twelve Years Old - Reserve Keeper - Pureblood ╚══════════════════════════════╝
Oliver arrived on the pitch, his broomstick in hand. Well, technically it wasn’t his per se. It was Amanda’s and she was kind enough to dig it up from storage and let him borrow it. Although she probably understood that borrow meant keep until it got destroyed, basically. It was already a little bent out of shape from all the years his half sister used it, but it was still better than using one of the cruddy school brooms. The blond nodded towards Raymond, Vitamin and Reyna, who had spent the majority of last night trying to convince the second year boy to try out. After filling out his form and handing it in, he joined his friends – if he could call Vito his friend. “What position are you trying out for?” he asked curiously. His outfit made him look like he was trying out to be an annoying, stuck up prat – oh wait, he already was an annoying, stuck up prat. ‘Course there was no way this kid could be better than him if he even was trying out for the same position. Oliver had a year of experience playing with this team whereas Vitamin was wearing a suit. Ollie couldn’t help but snicker at Leon’s comment about it.
Username: kiska166 Character's Name: Oliver Davis House: Slytherin Year: 2nd Advanced Flying I: Enrolled Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 Any Special Skill: Swift Swipe, Good Arm & Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Keeper I guess..
Armour Class: 13 Modifiers: (stealing quaffle +3) (shooting quaffle +3) Skills: Swift Swipe, Good Arm & Deft Dodger Total Roll: Post: 0/3 Lives: [1] [2] [3] Score: > than keeper Steal: > than AC Block: > than roll
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I'm getting ready to fly. I know it's my time to shine. Don't care if I'll make mistakes. I'll do whatever it takes.
By the time Rey finished with her stretches, more people had arrived at the stadium, and she brightened when she saw Raymond and Oliver among them. "Good morning!" she greeted them cheerfully, "you guys ready for the try-outs?" Their new vice-captain, Leon reproached Vito's choice in clothing before walking away and Rey sighed in agreement. He stood out like a sore thumb in the field. "Next time, just try something more comfortable, or ask to borrow something if you don't have them. It would be hard " she told Vito. He was making an effort to be cordial at least, for which she was glad for. Rey looked at Vito curiously when Oliver asked him about his position; she was curious as well.
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Looking over her shoulder, Vannah reached the pitch and tried not to roll her eyes at the scene. A student was wearing an actual suit, her brother was in charge pretending to know what he was doing, and their vice-captain was the all-around-swell bloke, Leon. Either the team's going to rebel and she'll finally have an excuse to bust out her torch and pitchfork, or the already tense and awkward tryouts were just going to get tenser and awkwarder. Moving in to fill out a form, she handed it over to her brother and said, ”Don't make an arse of yourself, okay?” He only scoffed and said, ”Yeah, sure, as long as you don't steal from your teammate this time.” Now it was her turn to scoff and offered him a two-finger salute before starting her stretches.
Username: Essy ze Ninja Character's Name: Savannah Hastings House: Slytherin Year: Fifth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 4 Any Special Skill: Good Arm, Swift Swipe, Natural Flyer First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position:
Get down to Paris; I know a chic restaurant- Sip from a chalice; we can drink all we want! We can dance up close, head to head... My love I shall bestow- Who says romance is dead? Mmm, I'm a perfectionist, a perfectionist.
Vito looked to the Oliver boy who so far was keeping what nasty coments he was thinking to himself so Vito would at least do the same. "I'm trying out for seeker, though most likely I'll be ill fitted for the job and less likely to even step on the field this year even if I get a reserved spot, since the job is highly sought after and there's only the one spot for the team. I feel it will be the best place for my talents or lack thereof in this case. After all you don't need to be a bodybuilder to go fast on a broom or spot small golden balls." Vito said with a smile as he recalled the things studied in 'Quidditch Through the Ages' before he came to at least know the sport. He looked to Rey when she mentioned his clothes, sighed and asked. "And who do you suppose I asked to borrow clothes from, I am rather lacking in allies who would lend me clothes, in my size, that would not be cursed in some way and I rather not be a beggar asking strangers for their scraps. If given some time I would have had clothes sent to me but since this was last moment I could not afford that luxury and was forced to play in this current attire." Vito said hoping that it would drop the matter, he did not want to stand here in the field fighting with people about his wardrobe.
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Nothing is more serious than pleasure; Happiness is impossible to measure. The only life worth living is leisure... Nothing is more serious than pleasure. I like a winner; someone who knows their game- A truthful sinner; there's no rush to fan the flames.
Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 10:40 pm
There was a time when I was alone Nowhere to go and no place to call home My only friend was the man in the moon And even sometimes he would go away, too
αɢє 14 | αʠʌɇиτυɹɇя |sℓчтнєяιи ғσυятн чєαя
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ﻬஐCaty walked out onto the pitch still feeling the chill of her depression trying to cling to her spirit while she fought it back valiantly. She would not get kicked off the team because of this. Especially not now that one of her friends held a position; she was going to do her best for the team and for Leon. And Tristan too she supposed since he was the captain now. But if asked and made to tell the truth, it was for the blonde. Even if he had done his best to pretty much ignore her existence (which sorta stung like seriously) she still went out of her way to be friendly if a bit courteous to his personal space. She had told Aimee to keep her space and she was going to live through example to help her friend, even if it was sorta hard not being able to annoy the blonde like she was so used to. Honestly if she thought about it she didn't think she'd have the energy to really be much of a bother to him or anyone. Dammit, why was it sticking longer this time? It'd practically been a week and half! Usually it slunk away around the fifth or sixth day like a naughty puppy or halfhearted menstrual cycle. Now it was practically making camp and she wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't go to the nurse, what the hell was she supposed to say, "I've been feeling depressed for a week now when usually it goes away and I'm really pep"? Even her usual coping method wasn't having the effect it usually did and she was running out of options. Hopefully the tryouts would offer something different. Caty spotted first Leon getting into it with a second year (she guessed, she was sure she remembered seeing him last year at least) and waved a tad to everyone she knew before standing next to Aimee with a small if forced grin before copying the other girl and doing stretches.
Username: Yukina101 Character's Name: Caty Blake House: Slytherin Year: 4th Advanced Flying I: yes Advanced Flying II: yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 Any Special Skill: Dang Healthy, Great Catch, Natural Flyer First Choice Position: Keeper Second Choice Position: Anywhereஐﻬ
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I am a lost boy from Neverland Usually hanging out with Peter Pan And when we're bored we play in the woods Always on the run from Captain Hook "Run, run, lost boy, " they say to me, "Away from all of reality."
Kyson strutted onto the field, Firebolt in tow. He was ready for another year of tryouts, and for another season. Honestly, he was a little peeved that Leon had been chosen over him for Vice Captain, but he had his new Prefect duties to handle as well, and he knew his grandparents would be happier if he had a Prefect badge over a Quidditch badge. Regardless of any sour feelings, Kyson filled out his application and handed it in, then started his stretches. Hopefully, his team could pull out some wins this year.
Username: The Shiny Furret Character's Name: Kyson Macclellan House: Slytherin Year: Fifth Advanced Flying I: yes Advanced Flying II: yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 4 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Another Chaser
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Welcome to the end of eras. Ice has melted back to life. Done my time and served my sentence. Dress me up and watch me die. If it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. Dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight. And if you don't know, now you know. I'm taking back the crown. I'm all dressed up and naked. I see what's mine and take it. Finders keepers, losers weepers. Oh, yeah, the crown... So close I can taste it. I see what's mine and take it. Finders keepers, losers weepers. Oh, yeah...
