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 Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 2:07 pm
  Richard Indigo Devereux
Second Year Gryffindor
Black Sheep of the Family
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 2:32 pm
 ‘Cause I’m on top of the world, ‘ay
I’m on top of the world, ‘ay
Waiting on this for a while now
Paying my dues to the dirt
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Gʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ || Fᴏᴜʀᴛʜ Yᴇᴀʀ || Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ Bᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ
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Brandon got to the pitch and went ahead and grabbed a form just as Joel started making an announcement regarding certain positions. He blinked, staring for a minute or two before he continued to look over and fill out the form. He'd been on the team for years now, and while he'd only been a reserve, he didn't think he'd be shunted off to another position. Maybe. He filled it out and looked around, wondering where some of the other players were. He didn't see Kim yet, but she might be running late. He hoped she wasn't, in any case.
Username: Diamond Wales
Character's Name: Brandon Davenport
House: Gryffindor
Year: Fourth
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Yes
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2
Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
First Choice Position: Beater
Second Choice Position: I guess wherever?
AC: 16
Modifiers: Hitting Bludgers +6
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
Lives: ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯
Final Roll: --
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Location: Quidditch Pitch
Thinking: Well, I hope I get a position I want.
OOC: mc2, Natural Flyer adds to AC, not anything else. Please adjust your stats accordingly.Frilly    
I’ve been waiting to smile, ‘ay
Been holding it in for a while, ‘ay
Take you with me if I can
Been dreaming of this since a child
I’m on top of the world
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 6:12 pm
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ιт'ѕ иσт α q υ є ѕ т ι σ и, вυт α ℓ є ѕ ѕ σ и ℓєαяиє∂ ιи т ι м є xxx
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spaceAs Ivy made it out onto the pitch for tryouts, she was filled with an almost serene sense of relief. This was her last year. She didn't have to play Quidditch anymore after this. One more ******** year, and she never had to waste another second of her time, hovering in the air like a ******** cloud, looking for a stupid gold ball the size of a bloody gerbil. Whose idea had that been, anyway? Honestly. Stupid. She was bound and determined to win this year, and not just one bloody game, dammit. She'd let Pru down and continued her one-in-three streak for three bloody years. And Joel might be captain now, but it wasn't like he was doing much captaining as far as she was concerned. The rest of the team, sure. But she knew what she was here to do, and how to do it, even if she wasn't that great. Meaning that, anything she accomplished this year, it was still technically a victory for Pru, too. And fine, Joel, a little bit. She approached her best friend with a dry expression, brow arched. "Can't you just find my form from last year and add a +1 to everything?" she asked. It wasn't really that big a deal to have to fill out the form, but it was tedious and therefore she hated it. But, she took it anyway, filling it out quickly before looking over the students gathered. A few new people, she noticed. Like Joel, she wondered how many of them were here for either her position, or beater. Bloody Gryffindors. All guts, all glory. No teamwork or strategy... Ugh. Not like she really had much room to talk, since she did in fact play one of those positions. Only because they'd needed her to, she reminded herself. She'd have played whatever Joel asked her to. That's why she was stuck here in the first place.
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xxxxxxxxx тαттσσѕ σf м є м σ я ι є ѕ αи∂ ∂єα∂ ѕкιи σи т я ι α ℓ
xxxxxxxxxxxx fσя ωнαт ιт'ѕ ω σ я т н ιт ωαѕ ωσятн α ℓ ℓ тнє ω н ι ℓ є
Username: Cara MiaKitty Character's Name: Ivy Bishop House: Gryffindor Year: Seventh Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 3 Any Special Skill: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: SEEKER xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 6:33 pm
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тнєу ѕαу ωє α я є ωнαт ωє α я є вυт ωє ∂σи'т н α ν є тσ в є xxxxxxxxxxxx
ι'м в α ∂ в є н α ν ι σ я вυт ι ∂σ ιт ιи тнє в є ѕ т ω α у xxxxxxxxx
ι'ℓℓ вє тнє ω α т ¢ н є я σf тнє є т є я и α ℓ f ℓ α м є xxxxx
ι'ℓℓ вє тнє g υ α я ∂ ∂ σ g σf αℓℓ уσυя f є ν є я ∂ я є α м ѕ xxx
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spaceJasmine strode onto the field with a rather determined set to her shoulders, and an expression that brokered no room for argument. About what, it was hard to tell. But she was feeling rather on the confident side today, and determined to showcase it, lest anyone make the mistake of questioning her and facing her wrath. She was feeling very wrathful of late, probably because she was already sick of Gid stubbornly refusing to get it through his thick skull that Rhys wanting space was probably for the best. Her boyfriend's antics towards his temporarily-former-best-friend were not even remotely amusing. They were actually sort of obnoxious, and not in the good way. Which she was an expert on, because she was always the good kind of obnoxious, obviously.
spaceShe walked up to Joel and took a form before wandering over to Gid, placing the form on his back to fill it out. "Hold still," she muttered, scribbling out the information and then handing it to him over his shoulder. "Mm, here. You're Vice Captain, you can have it." She was looking ever so slightly smug. Probably because, as annoying as he could be lately, she was still pretty proud of Gid. He'd gotten a spot on the team, of his own merit, and now he was VC. That was impressive on its own, when you took his limitations into account it was downright amazing. Besides, she knew he was nervous about this whole thing, so she was trying to let some of her own confidence bleed onto him. Hopefully he'd not come off like a total pushover; he could seem that way sometimes. She wasn't going to say anything, though, since putting it in his head would be less than helpful.
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xxx '¢αυѕє ω є ¢συℓ∂ в є ιммσятαℓѕ, ι м м σ я т α ℓ ѕ
xxxxxx נυѕт и σ т fσя ℓσиg, f σ я ℓ σ и g
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Username: Cara MiaKitty Character's Name: Jasmine Pierce House: Gryffindor Year: Fifth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 3 Any Special Skill: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Second Beater xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 8:15 pm
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ι'м υ ѕ є ℓ є ѕ ѕ, вυт иσт f σ я ℓ σ и g xxxxxx
тнє f υ т υ я є ιѕ ¢σмιи' σ и, ιѕ ¢σмιи' σ и xxx
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spaceAiobheal was already sizing up the newer faces on the pitch when she arrived. She noticed Sebastian's girlfriend had shown up again, and frowned; she admired the tenacity and all, but c'mon. Was Sebastian enabling this shite? He better not be. She knew he'd done it last year, because he hadn't realized what a bad idea it was (score one for the idiot whose daddy used potions to fix every-bloody-thing). But after the blonde had gotten hurt, he'd seemed to've gotten some sense kicked into him. He hadn't talked her out of trying out again? Ugh. Whatever. She took her form from Joel, wondering which of the older players had made Vice Captain. She knew she didn't have much shot at being Vice Captain herself next year after Joel left, but she could still try and make it be known that she was a valuable asset. She'd be on reserve until Aster graduated, but whatever. She knew what she was doing on the pitch; her daddy had taught her well. She might not get a chance at bossing anyone around officially, but she still had advice worth listening to.
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xxxxxx иσω, тιмє fσя мє ιѕ и σ т н ι и g ¢αυѕє ι'м ¢συитιиg иσ α g є
xxxxxxxxx иσω ι ¢ σ υ ℓ ∂ и ' т вє т н є я є, иσω уσυ ѕ н σ υ ℓ ∂ и ' т вє ѕ ¢ α я є ∂
xxxxxxxxxxxx ι'м g σ σ ∂ αт я є ρ α ι я ѕ αи∂ ι'м υ и ∂ є я єα¢н ѕ и α я є
Username: Cara MiaKitty Character's Name: Aiobheal McHalen House: Gryffindor Year: Second Advanced Flying I: Currently Enrolled Advanced Flying II: Not Yet Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 (1 from MTA) Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Whatever xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2016 8:24 pm
  ◉ 𝒇𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝒆𝓪𝓻 ◉ 𝓰𝓻𝔂𝒇𝒇𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓻 ◉ 𝓻𝒆𝓼𝒆𝓻𝓿𝒆 𝓴𝒆𝒆𝓹𝒆𝓻 ◉Kimberly pranced onto the field, her trusty Nimbus in tow. She was excited but also nervous about the tryouts this year. Pru was gone, leaving the Keeper position open. She knew most of the players would be trying out for Seeker or Beater, so she had a decent chance of making it to the starting team. After filling out and handing in her application to her new Captain, Kim hurried over to Brandon, giving Gideon a wave on the way. "Hey Brandon! Ready for another round of tryouts, I hope?" she asked with a grin as she began her stretches.
Username: The Shiny Furret
Character's Name: Kimberly Umber
House: Gryffindor
Year: Fourth
Advanced Flying I: yes
Advanced Flying II: yes
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2
Any Special Skill: Deft Dodger, Hold the Line, Great Catch
First Choice Position: Keeper
Second Choice Position: Seeker
Gryffindor Keeper
Deft Dodger | Hold the Line | Great Catch
AC: 16 | Mods: +8
Final Roll: - - -
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Sometimes I have dreams. I picture myself flying above the clouds, high in the sky.
Conquering the world with my magic piano, never being scared, but then I realize,
I'm supergirl and I'm here to save the world, and I wanna know who's gonna save me?
I'm supergirl and I'm here to save the world, and I wanna know why I feel so alone?◉ x x ◉ x x ◉【 OOC: . . . 】
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 8:35 am
 This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
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Gґуffїпdоя Cнa₴єя || Capтaїп || ₴єvєитн Уёaя
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Joel watched as people arrived and frowned as the one person he hoped wouldn't show up was the first to show up. Oh, this wasn't going to be fun. He winced, knowing how badly this was going to go. He didn't blame Aleah for wanting to actually try out, but there was the risk she could seriously injure herself. Or worse, but Joel shoved that thought to the back of his mind. Sighing, he walked over and casually picked up her broom, gesturing for her to follow. "Aleah, come here for a moment. I want to talk to you." He hoped that he could do this quietly without drama, but he somehow doubted it. He was just hoping that it could be painless, like tearing off a plaster.
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[b]House:[/b]
[b]Year:[/b]
[b]Advanced Flying I:[/b] (yes or no)
[b]Advanced Flying II:[/b] (yes or no)
[b]Years of Previous Quidditch playing:[/b] (0-6)
[b]Any Special Skill:[/b] (max of 3)
[b]First Choice Position:[/b]
[b]Second Choice Position:[/b]
AC: 18
Modifiers: Stealing +8, Scoring +8
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Natural Flyer, Good Arm
Lives: heart heart heart
Final Roll: --
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Thinking: Okay people, please don't all choose seeker or beater...
OOC: If you need any help in playing the game, please don't hesitate to ask me or Miss GryffindorK any questions you might have or refer to this thread.
Scrum     
This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 3:43 pm
 
Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?
You can't wake up, this is not a dream
Aleah blinked as her captain called her over, frowning. What did he want from her specifically. It wasn't like she was going to be starter this year? Ivy was still in school, and even if she was chosen as a chaser instead this year, she was pretty sure she wasn't close to being started in that position either. She grabbed her cane and got to her feet, before clumping over to him and raising eyebrow. "What's up?" 'Thought'
Position: Seeker
AC: 14
Modifiers: +4 to spotting/catching
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes
Life 1 Life 2 Life 3
19+ to spot
22+ to catch
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These voices won't leave me alone,
Well my heart is golden, my hands are cold,
Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me?
Do you call yourself a hurricane like me?
Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 7:26 pm
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
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Joel looked ot see if anyone else had followed him over to the side and sighed as he realized that no one had. He then crossed his arms and looked her over carefully, noting her use of a cane and knowing this was for her own good. He didn't like doing it, but he didn't like the idea of someone dying on the pitch more. Or harming herself severely because she pushed herself too hard or got hit by a bludger. "You're not trying out. I'm not giving you a chance. You have a serious medical condition that if I were even half as competent as I hope I am, I wouldn't let you play with. I know you want to play, and you want to prove that you can do whatever you want to, but there's other ways to do it that won't end up with you severely hurt, crippled, or dead because of. Quidditch is a close-contact sport. Heck, two of the balls are designed to target players, and most beaters target seekers, which is your preferred position. I don't care if you know you can pop your joints back in or not, but what if you can't, or worse, the blow really stretches out your joints and tears them up? That would be why I can't let you play. Therefore I'm confiscating your broom until after tryouts are over to stop you from trying out." He could already hear the protests, the angry yelling now. It didn't matter. He was doing her a favour by not letting her die on the pitch.
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[b]Year:[/b]
[b]Advanced Flying I:[/b] (yes or no)
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Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Natural Flyer, Good Arm
Lives: heart heart heart
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Thinking: Okay people, please don't all choose seeker or beater...
OOC: If you need any help in playing the game, please don't hesitate to ask me or Miss GryffindorK any questions you might have or refer to this thread.
Scrum
This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 9:43 am
Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?
You can't wake up, this is not a dream
Aleah narrowed his eyes at the first words out of his mouth. Normally she would have rolled her eyes at his audacity and stupidity. Or well not normally, more like years ago when she was first diagnosed. Now she was just used to the idiots thinking they knew better than her and her doctors and everyone else who had her conditions. Instead she sat in silence and waited for him to finish his sentences, her eyes growing colder with every word.
She had spent most of her life being told what she can and can't do. By her parents, by other kids at school, by teachers, and even by strangers on the street. Like somehow they all knew better than the girl in the broken body. It was cute really. It was cute how the entire world had some sort of advice to give. "Don't use a wheelchair, use a wheelchair, don't walk so much, you need more exercise, positive thinking cures everything, this chinese medicine my cousin tried once will help you, a vegan diet is the answer, and the list went on and on. When she'd come to Hogwarts she thought that was all over. They had magic to heal things, so she thought she was finally done with all the stupid advice and people trying to control how she ran her own life. But apparently not. Apparently that was going to follow her for the rest of her life.
So instead of yelling, or throwing punches, or doing any of the things her mind was screaming to do. She just shoved a sarcastic smile on her face and shook her head. "You don't know s**t about me, but since you're captain and think you're the God of all medical conditions, I can't do much about that. But you're not taking my broom. Its mine and if you even think about it I will hurt you." She picked up her broom, turned and walked off the pitch, giving Joel the finger as she did so.
These voices won't leave me alone,
Well my heart is golden, my hands are cold,
Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me?
Do you call yourself a hurricane like me?
Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.
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ooc: Exit To Girl's Bathroom
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 5:52 pm
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spaceSebastian had been hesitant on his way down to Gryffindor tryouts; he didn't really know what to do about the fact that he knew Aleah was trying out again. After she'd gotten hurt last year, he'd done a very swift re-evaluation of his stance on the subject of her trying out. It was't like he didn't want her to be able to play, but he didn't want her to get hurt like that, either. Which, okay, maybe that was stupid when they were talking about a game where players regularly broke their bones. But it was different. It wasn't a 'maybe she will, maybe she won't' with Aleah. It wasn't a risk. It was a fact. And he didn't want to have to be there and side against his friend. She hadn't been allowed on the team last year, he doubted if she would this year. She was doing better, he knew, the crutches alone proved that. But until her condition improved to a point that she wasn't a liability on the field just by standing on it, he doubted that was going to change anything regarding her playing. And if she had tried to get him to take her side against Joel... He frowned. She'd been moody enough with him lately. Bloody girls. He didn't want to have to deal with her being mad at him over this, too.
spaceUnfortunately, he still harbored a desire to play pro someday, if he could. So that meant he didn't get to skip out. Pro teams didn't want people who'd only ever played pick up games in their backyard, after all. So, he'd headed down to tryouts late, hoping that by the time he got there, the drama would've passed. He'd thought he was caught when he saw her in the hall, but she hadn't seemed to notice him as she'd ducked into another passageway. He'd rushed past, and run the rest of the way to the pitch, knowing he was probably in trouble for being late. When he arrived, everyone was still standing around, though, so h guessed he wasn't too horribly late... Maybe they were all feeling awkward after whatever had happened with Aleah, he thought with a frown.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 6:08 pm
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
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Gґуffїпdоя Cнa₴єя || Capтaїп || ₴єvєитн Уёaя
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Joel was still rubbing his head and wanted to just bang it into something considering what he'd had to just put up with. No, he didn't know her, but he knew for a fact that the sport he participated in was a dangerous one, and he didn't want to see something tragic happen because she was being a huge liability. However, after she left (after flipping him off, wow, mature much?) he decided to get down to business, especially since he saw the last of the people trying out trickle in. "Okay people, listen up. I want to see you guys run a couple of laps around the field and then fly a couple. After tha, we're going to divide up into two teams today. Bastian, you and Esther are on Red team as chasers. Aster and Eve are your beaters. Mackenzie, you and Desmond are going to be chasers for Gold team. Jazzy and Brandon are your beaters. The two teams are going to try and score on Kimberly. Ivy, you and Fianna get to chase the snitch. No one is going to aim at them unless they want to be benched. Me and Gid are going to observe, offer healing potions as needed, and go from there. Good luck guys." When everyone was done with their laps, he went ahead and released the the balls and grabbed up the quaffle, flying up to toss it into the air.
AC: 18
Modifiers: Stealing +8, Scoring +8
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Natural Flyer, Good Arm
Lives: heart heart heart
Final Roll: --
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Thinking: Okay people, please don't all choose seeker or beater...
OOC: If you need any help in playing the game, please don't hesitate to ask me or Miss GryffindorK any questions you might have or refer to this thread.
Scrum
This is for the ones who stood their ground
For Tommy and Gina who never backed down
Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks
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MJ Spooks rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 6:32 pm
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xxxPitch
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxGryff Team
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx» ғeelιng «xx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxRelieved
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αиσтнєя т υ я и ι и g ρσιит, α fσяк ѕ т υ ¢ к ιи тнє я σ α ∂ xxxxxxxxxxxx
тιмє gяαвѕ уσυ ву тнє ω я ι ѕ т, ∂ιяє¢тѕ уσυ ω н є я є тσ g σ xxxxxxxxx
ѕσ мαкє тнє в є ѕ т σf тнιѕ тєѕт, αи∂ ∂σи'т α ѕ к ω н у xxxxxx
ιт'ѕ иσт α q υ є ѕ т ι σ и, вυт α ℓ є ѕ ѕ σ и ℓєαяиє∂ ιи т ι м є xxx
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spaceIvy was practically running the laps before Joel told them to do it; it wasn't like she hadn't known that's what he was going to say. She finished them quickly enough, especially considering how short her legs were (she was a bloody seventh year, how were half the underclassmen on the team taller than her?). When Joel released the snitch, she tried to keep track of it from the second it was in the air. Might as well try to start off ahead, right? Even if this wasn't a game. It was still practice. Which she needed.
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xxx ѕσ тαкє тнє ρ н σ т σ g я α ρ н ѕ, αи∂ ѕтιℓℓ fяαмєѕ ιи уσυя м ι и ∂
xxxxxx нαиg ιт σи α ѕ н є ℓ f ιи gσσ∂ н є α ℓ т н αи∂ gσσ∂ т ι м є
xxxxxxxxx тαттσσѕ σf м є м σ я ι є ѕ αи∂ ∂єα∂ ѕкιи σи т я ι α ℓ
xxxxxxxxxxxx fσя ωнαт ιт'ѕ ω σ я т н ιт ωαѕ ωσятн α ℓ ℓ тнє ω н ι ℓ є
Position: Seeker
AC: 15
Modifiers: (+7 to Spotting) (+7 to Catching)
Special Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy
Lives: ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
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Currently: Rolling to Spot // Catching Up 0/3 // Attempting to Catch 0/2
Final Roll: xx
Score
00 to 00
TIEDxx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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Graydon Ironshield rolled 1 20-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 6:50 pm
 Fianna Grey
Gryffindor │ Third Year │ Thirteen Years Old │ Single │ Reserve Seeker
When Aleah was called over to speak to Joel, Fianna had a bad feeling about what was about to happen, and it was confirmed when she shouted at him, gestured rudely and stormed off the pitch. Fianna had always been scared for her teammate when they practiced, and it wouldn't happen this term apparently. It wouldn't surprise her if Aleah refused to speak to Joel again, considering how hard she tried not to let her physical issues get the better of her.
Following her older mentor's lead, Fianna started running her laps, and tried to pace herself with the older Ivy, finishing a step or two behind her. Fianna mounted up on her broomstick and launched herself into the air, hoping she might keep sight of the Snitch when Joel released it. 'The season starts right now,' she thought excitedly, as the ground receded beneath her feet. 'Time to shine'
OOC: AC: 14 Modifiers: +4 to Spot and catch the Snitch Special Skills: Great Catch, Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ] Action: Searching for the Snitch (9.50 pm) Effect Value: 15 Results: Close, but no cigar   
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MJ Spooks rolled 10 10-sided dice:
9, 4, 6, 2, 10, 4, 5, 5, 1, 9
Total: 55 (10-100)
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 6:53 pm
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xxxPitch
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xxxxxxxxxGryff Team
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αll ṃÿ ƒ ɾ ï ε ṉ ḋ ṡ αɾε h ε α τ h ε ṉ ṡ - ταќε ïτ ṡ l ø ώ xxxxxxxxxxxx
ώ α ï τ ƒøɾ τhεṃ τø α ṡ ќ ÿøυ ώhø ÿøυ ќ ṉ ø ώ xxxxxxxxx
ρlεαṡε ḋøṉ'τ ṃαќε αṉÿ ṡ υ ḋ ḋ ε ṉ ṃ ø ṿ ε ṡ xxxxxx
ÿøυ ḋøṉ'τ ќ ṉ ø ώ τhε h α l ƒ øƒ τhε α в υ ṡ ε xxx
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spaceSebastian was glad that tryouts started soon after he arrived; all the standing around would've made him anxious. He felt much better running laps, and then flying them. He was also pleased that he was on the same team as Eve, because that meant she couldn't do like she'd proven many times over she'd do in tryouts and practices, and aim almost exclusively at him. Gah, he hated her. Once the quaffle was thrown, the blonde was after it, hand reaching out to hopefully get it in possession. He'd not gotten first string last year, and he didn't want a repeat. Pro players did not sit on the bench.
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xxx ώhÿ'ḋ ÿøυ с ø ṃ ε, ÿøυ ќ ṉ ε ώ ÿøυ ṡhøυlḋ hαṿε ṡ τ α ÿ ε ḋ
xxxxxx ï τ ɾ ï ε ḋ τø ώ α ɾ ṉ ÿøυ јυṡτ τø ṡταÿ α ώ α ÿ
xxxxxxxxx αṉḋ ṉ ø ώ τhεÿ'ɾε ø υ τ ṡ ï ḋ ε ɾεαḋÿ τø в υ ṡ τ
xxxxxxxxxxxx ïτ løøќṡ lïќε ÿ ø υ ṃïģhτ вε ø ṉ ε ø ƒ υ ṡ
Position: Chaser
AC: 14
Modifiers: (+4 to Stealing) (+4 to Shooting)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
Lives: ❤ ❤ ❤
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Currently: Toss-Up Roll // Rolling to Steal // To the Goals 0/3 // Shooting to Score
Final Roll: xx
Score
00 to 00
TIED xx» ╳ ♥ ╳ «xx xx» oυт oғ cнaracтer «xx speak now
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