Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day Docked away Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades
Yancy grinned and continued down the pitch. He was actually kind of starting to like this game... only a little though.
Position: Chaser AC: 12 Modifiers: +2 to steal/throw Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 Above AC to hit Below a natural 3 hit self Above 15 to save. 2/3 0-0
We don't deal with outsiders very well They say newcomers have a certain smell Yeah, I trust issues, not to mention They say they can smell your intentions
xxxAll my friends are heathens, take it slow xxxxxxWait for them to ask you who you know xxxxxxxxxPlease don't make any sudden moves xxxxxxxxxxxxYou don't know the half of the abuse xxxxxxxxx But after all I've said, please don't forget
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You can fake that smile For a hollowwhile But thekidsall learn Once those bridgesburn
Flick blew her whistle loudly to gather her team's attention. "Alrighty floks! That's a wrap for tryouts." She called out, before leading the way down to the ground. Once everyone had landed and the first year had returned his broom to her bucket, she grinned at everyone. "I think we had a great try out today, despite the small turn out. If y'all will stick around for a few minutes, I'll be posting this year's team. Me and Callista need to do a little bit of chatting first though! I'll be back with you guys shortly!"
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
Creating chaos just to prove we're alive Demolition of a delicate kind Midnight confessions keep on blurring the line Say you're here on my side Want you here on my side
CALLISTA DULCE HARGRAVE pureblood slytherin │ fourth year │ chaser
Callista's promotion to vice captain last year had been a bit soured, given the horrific events of the summer, but now she was determined to prove her. Especially since Flick had asked her to open tryouts. She was well aware that she didn't look very authoritative, being fourteen, small, and blonde, but she was going to command, if not fear, than at least begrudging respect, so help her Circe. She meticulously spread out the tryout forms, then folded her arms over her chest to wait for people to show.
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OOC: Position: Chaser AC: 18 Mods: +6 Stealing, +4 Scoring Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger Lives: (X) (X) (X) Posts to Goal: n/a Number of Goals Made: 0
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Twisting and turning all according to plan Your secret's safe until there's blood on my hands Push me away but we're still victims of chance And we're here in the light Now we're here in the light
The rats are on parade Another mad charade What you gonna do? The hounds are on the chase Everything's erased What you gonna do?
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✪✪✪Will ran out to the field with a borrowed school broom in hand looking around to see if Cian had beat him out to the pitch or not. His friend had been way enthusiastic for the opening of tryouts that he'd, briefly mind, thought to duct taping his mouth shut so he'd finally shut up about them. He was glad the guy was happy and willing to possibly be bludgened but deargod. When he did reach the pitch he noticed he was one of the first to arrive and just took one of the forms available and filled it out while waiting.
Username: Yukina101 Character's Name: Wilson Hawthorne House: Slytherin Year: First Advanced Flying I: No Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 0 Any Special Skill: Good Arm, Deft Dodger, Swift Swipe First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Keeper?
Position: TBD AC: 12 Modifiers: +2 to Steal +2 to Shoot Special Skills: Good Arm, Deft Dodger, Swift Swipe Lives: [O] [O] [O]
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I need some room to breathe You can stay asleep If you wanted to They say that's nothing's free You can run with me If you wanted to Yeah you can run with me If you wanted to
Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2018 9:16 pm
xCian Quinlan xxxx Slytherin xxxx First Year
You hear the door slam And realize there's nowhere left to run You feel the cold hand And wonder if you'll ever see the sun You close your eyes
Cian had read into quidditch more and it only furthered his desire to play it. He was likely way too exicited for such a sport but he couldn't help it. He knew what position he wanted to play. He was dressed and ready to play. He even brought lucky socks! He entered the pitch and saw paper to fill out. Sports waiver? Nope just an application. Cian filled his out and passed it in he so hoped Will would come too and it looked like he beat him here. Cian figured he wouldn't be a starter this year but hey that wasn't going to make him not give it his all. He went over to stretch with Will “Ready to play some game?” Cian asked Will all chipper. He knew the importance of stretching to not pull something so he proceeded to do just that. Stretch of course, he had no plans to pull a muscle.
Position: AC: 12 (10 +2 (DD)) Modifiers: +2 (bludger) +2 (score) Special Skills: Mean Swing, Good Arm, Deft Dodger Lives: ● ● ● Total roll:
Username: Kungfudemoness Character's Name: Cian Quinlan House: Slytherin Year: 1 Advanced Flying I: Dude I just got flying 101 done so no Advanced Flying II: Well even I'm not cool enough to skip a class so no Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 0 (I learned Quidditch existed like recently) Any Special Skill: Mean Swing, Good Arm, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Chaser or really whatever's needed. I am a person of many talents.
And hope that this is just imagination Girl but all the while You hear a creature creeping up behind You're out of time
Jeremy walked on to the feild broom in tow. He was in a pretty netural mood. He hoped if there were any new players wanting keeper he be able to out do them. Greeting Callista the Vice Captain he filled his form out. He noticed the lack of the captain but refrained frm asking. There was a reason and it wasnt his busniss to ask. He did see some fresh faces. If he recalled from sorting and common room the two new boys were.....outgoing. Jeremy didnt mind. They where in fact silly to watch. He turned the form in and went off to the side on his own to stretch.
Position: Keeper AC: 12 (10 + 1 EXP + 1 AF1) Modifiers: +6 Catch (keeper) +2 other Special Skills: Hold the Line, Dang Healthy, Great Catch Lives: ● ● ● ● Total roll:
Username: Kungfudemoness Character's Name: Jeremiah Travers House: Slytherin Year: 3 Advanced Flying I: yes Advanced Flying II: working on it Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 Any Special Skill: Hold the Line, Dang Healthy, Great catch First Choice Position: Keeper Second Choice Position: Chaser
Kimberly walked onto the pitch for what would be her last tryouts. Certainly sucked but life would go on. Walking straight to the forms she grabbed one and got it filled out. Placing it on the pile she was surprised Captain Flick wasn't on the field. 'Guess she left it to Callista.' Kimberly thought. She secretly never did like the seventh year and would take the fourth year over her any day. Despite her dislike however, the seventh year orphan was willing to put it aside. She'd done it before for the last two years of Flick being vice captain. It was the final year to play and she wasn't going to let her dislike for the captain get in the way of that.
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Username: murruelecreuset Character's Name: Kimberly Leon House: Slytherin Year: Seventh Year Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 6 Years Any Special Skill: Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger, Mean Swing First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position:Still Beater...
Caleb was in a right fine mood. Not only did he have to deal with seven electives most of them chosen by his parents, but he also had to double up on advanced flying. He was behind the curve and it would take a lot of work to get him back on track. It put him in one of the worst moods for the school year and he was hardly over it. The only highlight that made today worth while was he was for sure going to land a spot on the team. Not to mention he got to beat some people in the process of getting there. Grabbing a form, he filled it in before tossing it on the pile. Caleb was so ready for this.
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Username: murruelecreuset Character's Name: Caleb Devereux House: Slytherin Year: Third Year Advanced Flying I: Enrolled Advanced Flying II: Enrolled Years of Previous Quidditch playing: Two Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing, Dang Healthy First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Anything but Chaser...
OOC : Aiming: --- Saving: --- - Total Roll: -- AC: 13 Modifiers: +3 AC, +3 Hitting, +1 Other (Exp) Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing, Dang Healthy Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life] [Life]
You 'old family' children always say the same thing And put it rather rudely as well Didn't your parents teach you any manners? Perhaps you'll learn some in Slytherin!
Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2018 10:39 am
The rats are on parade Another mad charade What you gonna do? The hounds are on the chase Everything's erased What you gonna do?
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✪✪✪'Speak of the devil' Will thought with a grin as he watched Cian come running onto the field. Once he reached him he asked if Will was ready to play before starting to stretch which, honestly wasn't a bad idea. So he put down his borrowed broom and started stretching with him. "As ready as I can be. What about you? Did you at least finish 'Quidditch Through the Ages'?" He'd recommended the book to his friend and told him to go looking in the library for possible others so he made sure he had all the facts before trying out. Let it never be said that he wasn't thorough.
Position: TBD AC: 12 Modifiers: +2 to Steal +2 to Shoot Special Skills: Good Arm, Deft Dodger, Swift Swipe Lives: [O] [O] [O]
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I need some room to breathe You can stay asleep If you wanted to They say that's nothing's free You can run with me If you wanted to Yeah you can run with me If you wanted to
You hear the door slam And realize there's nowhere left to run You feel the cold hand And wonder if you'll ever see the sun You close your eyes
"Yep got trough that one and got trough one other as well. Still wanna go Beater, but I put in for chaser as option number two." Cian replied as he was joined in stretching by Will. Some more people showed up obviously older students. He was hopeing for a first string spot but realistically didn't think he would. He would likely be reserves if that. While excited he was a tad nervous. It was a new sport and it was one of the first sports he actully liked enough to try it. Football was fun when he played but it was more Aeryn's thing. Beater position seemed ideal for his set of skills.
Position: AC: 12 (10 +2 (DD)) Modifiers: +2 (bludger) +2 (score) Special Skills: Mean Swing, Good Arm, Deft Dodger Lives: ● ● ● Total roll:
And hope that this is just imagination Girl but all the while You hear a creature creeping up behind You're out of time
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2018 8:28 pm
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Arienne "Flick" Horne ~ Slytherin ~ Seventh Year
Flick arrived on the pitch a bit late. She had gone to bed in a bad mood, and had known she'd be late to quidditch because of it. Thankfully Callista was able to open tryouts without her, and so nothing bad had happened. She waved to her vice captain and offered a half smile. "Thanks for opening tryouts." She said, shrugging. She didn't owe her an explanation, and she really didn't feel like explaining all the fun nuances of having OCD. She didn't want to explain that she had stayed up late last night, counting the threads of one of her favourite sweaters, and then she had woken up and spent at least 45 minutes picking at those threads to even them out. And now she was late.
Position: Chaser AC: 18 Modifiers: +8 steal/throw Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 Above AC steal/throw -/3 0-0
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2018 8:29 pm
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Yancy Diarmid ~ Slytherin ~ Second Year
Yancy arrived on the pitch with a grimace. He wasn't even sure why he was still playing this stupid game... but he would play anyways. He supposed they needed him... and he was hoping this thing between his brother and his captain would become a real thing. Two people so perfect for each other had never existed before them.
Username: Devlyn Maycry Character's Name: Yancy Diarmid House: Ravenclaw Year: Second Advanced Flying I: Enrolled Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Chaser
Position: Beater AC: 13 Modifiers: +3 to steal/throw Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 Above AC to hit Below a natural 3 hit self Above 15 to save. 0-0
Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2018 10:14 pm
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spaceWhit made it out onto the pitch with a cheerful skip to his step, excited to be back at school and back on the pitch. As he drew nearer, he couldn't help but notice that the turnout didn't seem so great, which worried him slightly. But, there was still time before the tryouts needed to start, so maybe people were just... running a bit late? That seemed unlikely, considering how uptight some Slytherins could be, but whatever. He approached the captain and gave him a salute before taking a form to fill out. Once that was accomplished, he started his stretches. He wanted to give Byuch a run for his money this year, he thought with a grin. The little half-goblin was fast, which was admittedly at least partially because he was so small. Whit definitely had that working against him, since he was neither short nor slim. But, he'd make up for it in tenacity for sure. He liked going against Byuch, anyway; it was fun. And they got along well enough, communication barrier aside. At least he'd figured out how the hell to pronounce the guy's name.
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xxxSLYTHERIN SEEKERxxx AC: 11 Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy Mods: (+3 to Spotting) (+3 to Catching) Lives: ❤♡❤♡❤♡❤ Currently: Action Final Roll #
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Username: Cara MiaKitty Character's Name: Whitney Prescott House: Slytherin Year: Second Advanced Flying I: Currently Enrolled Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 Any Special Skill: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Whatever
I was broken from a young age Taking my sulking to the masses Writing my poems for the few That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me Singing from heartache from the pain Taking my message from the veins Speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauty through the... Pain!
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Byuch stepped out onto the pitch and made his way down, his new broom over his shoulder. He was determined to do better than he did last year. After all, he managed to beat everyone last year but Dris, and unlike Dris, he was not getting much taller. Giraffe was however was getting taller all the time. He took the form and filled it out before going over to start on stretches. At least he was ready for the year.
Username: Diamond Wales Character's Name: Byuchuch Horne House: Slytherin, duh Year: Fifth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 4 Any Special Skill: Deft Dodger, Sharp Eyes Great Catch First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Still seeker
AC: 17 Modifiers: +7 for spotting, +7 for catching Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Sharp Eyes Great Catch Lives: {Life 1}{Life 2}{Life 3} Final Roll: -- -/3 Catch Up -/2 Attempts
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Location: Quidditch Pitch Thinking: Well, tryouts can't be that bad... OOC: - ☣ -
I was choking in the crowd Building my rain up in the cloud Falling like ashes to the ground Hoping my feelings, they would drown But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing Inhibited, limited Till it broke open and rained down And rained down, like... Pain!
