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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:11 am
 Lives:
Modifiers: -1 For Weather (Snow); Now: (+5 for Spotting)(+5 for Catching)
: Seeker Currently: XXXXXXXXXXXXX Chasing the Snitch: XXX/3 (Need a 19 or above to Spot) Catching the Snitch: XX/2 (Need a 22 or above to Catch) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Julius sighed, he was later than he preferred but so was almost everyone else. He adjusted his goggles that he had picked up and tightened the knot of the scarf he had wrapped around his throat. It was snowing. It was going to be that much harder to find the snitch-and then catch it. Of course the same disadvantage applied to the Slytherin seeker too-or so logic would reason. He looked around the field and took a deep breath his exhale letting off a puff of air visible in the cold.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:20 am
 Lives:
Modifiers: -1 Due to Snow (+6 to bludger hits)
ROLL TOTAL: XXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXX --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ronna sighed as she slipped on her gloves after managing to get her curly hair into a braid so she could slip on a hat to hopefully stay a bit warmer in the snow blowing and coming down around the field. She glanced up and let out a sigh-the wind wasn't even staying constant so there was no easy way to recalculate hitting the bludger in the game. She didn't like it when something was out of the ordinary or would throw off calculations or probabilities-and this weather did. At least the snow was pretty. It didn't snow all that much in Hawkinge-so when she was younger she didn't have much to deal with. Maybe if she didn't freeze and the game wasn't so awful she could build a snowman or something. She smiled at the thought and decided, while she might drag Toby along with her, she sure as Hell would make sure no one else saw her doing something so childish. But, hey, might as well take advantage of the snow in the ways you could. Of course, there was the game first to worry about-and the whole question of how many bruises and possible broken bones you might get first.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:46 am
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Modifiers: -1 Due to Snow (+2 Scoring)(+2 Stealing)(+2 Blocking the Goals)
Chaser Currently: ........... Posts to Goal: XXX/3 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Seymour Benjamin Ryans HATED the cold. He hated snow and this weather was enough that he was highly tempted to pretend he was sick and stay in the dungeons where after he managed to snag at least two extra blankets for his bed last year he could deal with the chill down there. Granted, where he grew up-in Paraguay there was a chance of frost, especially near Asunción and right outside of it where he grew up, and it did have the four or five days of cold almost guaranteed every June or July-but generally it stayed far above freezing. Snow meant freezing. And, while Benjamin never bothered to get anywhere near fluent in Guarani he knew some fairly interesting curses and could understand the basics of simple conversation in it-Hell, his parents used it occasionally, though usually at pretty rapid speeds to discus something serious. Oh, but he knew some curses in it, and that was what he was working on sticking with muttering " poreno. poreno. poreno..." under his breath through his chattering teeth as he attempted to stay warm. He figured even though his Paraguayan pronunciation of Spanish would be very obvious-since it always was most when he bothered with his more vivid curses-he probably shouldn't be cursing in Spanish a language too many professors could translate for Seymour's taste. Granted it was fairly obvious what he was muttering in Guarani from the typical ' poreno' and his more creative cursing that he was not saying anything happy. He hadn't a clue how he was even supposed to play when he had his broom already hugged up to him and was shivering-well at least he wasn't considered that important for the chasers-he was the worse one after all. And he showed up only because he was pretty sure he wouldn't put murder past the Russian in charge-though he doubted Dmitri would be all that sympathetic to his complaints about the cold. Crazy Russians. Translation: ... {OoC}
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 12:47 pm
Weep for yourself, my man...
You'll never be what is in your heart.
Weep, little lion man...
You're not as brave as you were at the start. Rate yourself and rake yourself...
Take all the courage you have left.
And waste it on fixing all the problems-
That you made in your own head! Tobias Philemon Walsh - Halfblood Twin - Sixth Year Prefect - Gryffindor Beater - [feeling: frozen] [thinking: ...] [with: Gryffindor and Slytherin Teams] [at: Pitch] Toby was not the biggest fan of winter. Sure, he loved Christmas and New Years, but he could do without the cold. He supposed he'd enjoyed it more when he was a kid. He still liked snow, of course, he'd probably still go sledding if someone asked him, and he certainly hadn't grown out of pelting people with snowballs, but that didn't mean he wanted to have to play quidditch in it. The visibility was poor, for one thing, and for another, his fingers and face were practically numb. Why, Scotland, why do you have to be so bloody frigid? Speaking of blood, he was pretty sure his was frozen in his veins. Maybe it would start moving again once he was up in the air, though he'd probably just be even colder then. Great. Well, at least the Slytherins had to be just as cold, though they might be a little more used to it, he supposed. The dungeons were horrible during the cold months. He stood next to Ronna grimly, wincing every time a sharp, cold wind came rushing down on them. Your grace is wasted on your face and your boldness stands alone among the wreck. Position: Beater
AC: 17
Mods: +6 Bludger Hits Due to Weather
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Dang Healthy, Mean Swing
Lives: (X) (X) (X) (X) But it was not your fault but mine!
And it was your heart on the line!
I really f***ed it up this time...
Didn't I, my dear? Tremble for yourself, my man...
You know that you have seen this all before.
Tremble, little lion man...
You'll never settle any of your scores.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 1:06 pm
 It was days like today when Rosabella wished her quidditch uniform came with an oversized, poofy winter jacket. The closest piece of clothing she had was a sweater that she pulled overtop her tank top. Hopefully, they'd start and finish the game quickly today, so the lion could go back inside and sit by the fireplace. Armour Class: +16
Modifiers: (stealing quaffle +6) (shooting quaffle +6) (weather -1)
Skills: Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger, Good Arm
Total Roll:
Post: 0/3
Lives: [1] [2] [3]
Score: + than keeper
Steal: + than AC ((OOC: outfit in left picture))
I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody.
I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:18 pm
 XXXXXXXXXXXX ⒽⓐⓛⓕⓑⓛⓞⓞⓓXXXXXXXXXX⒟⒜⒯⒤⒩⒢ Echo LovetteXXXXXXXXXXＰｒｅ ｆｅｃｔYeah, it's pretty clear, I ain't no size two
But I can shake it, shake it
Like I'm supposed to do ❁ ❀ ✿Tanya ran out onto the field with her scarf billowing behind her cursing herself five ways to next week for being late. Dammit, practically everyone was here already and she was barely making it onto the pitch! She came to a skidding halt kicking a bit of snow that landed and took gasping breaths as she tried to recover from the run she had taken from the castle. Gods above she was out of shape!
But every inch of you is perfect cause true booty comes from within
I'm all about that bass 'bout that bass No treble
I'm all about that bass 'bout that bass No treble
AC: 19
Modifiers: +7 for Swiping -1 for Weather= +6
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer
Lives: [<3] [<3] [<3]
To Goal: ~/3
Final Roll: ~
Quidditch Duds ☆ Where: Quidditch Pitch ☆ With: Team ☆ Thinking: He'll do great, he'll be fine ☆ OOC
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 1:43 pm
 I’m stronger
That I ever thought that I could be, baby
I used to go with the flow
Didn’t really care ‘bout me
You might think that I can’t take it, but you’re wrong
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Gʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ Aʟᴜᴍɴɪ || Fᴏʀᴍᴇʀ Sᴇᴇᴋᴇʀ || Qᴜɪᴅᴅɪᴛᴄʜ Rᴇғᴇʀᴇᴇ
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Bronwen made her way out to the pitch, her broom over one shoulder as she looked at the teams assembled. She of course wasn't exactly too happy with the outcome of the last game, but she figured that Slytherin was going to lose to her house team. Only thing she couldn't do was show favouritism. Sometimes being the referee sucked. "This match today is Gryffindor versus Slytherin! Lions versus Snakes! I want a good, clean game from everyone! Now, let's get this party started!" With a shriek of her whistle, she kicked open the box and mounted her broom, tossing the ball up in one fluid motion for the teams to start the game.
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Location: Quidditch Pitch
Thinking: This had better be a clean game
OOC: GAME HAS STARTED!
Here I go, on my own
I don’t need nobody, better off alone
Here I go, on my own now
I don’t need nobody, not anybody
Here I go, alright, here I go
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Diamond Wales rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 1:46 pm
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mc2 rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 1:48 pm
Lives:
Modifiers: -1 For Weather (Snow); Now: (+5 for Spotting)(+5 for Catching)
: Seeker Currently: Looking for the Snitch Chasing the Snitch: XXX/3 (Need a 19 or above to Spot) Catching the Snitch: XX/2 (Need a 22 or above to Catch) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Julius took to the sky the moment the whistle was blown, and knew it was going to be a cold miserable game for him already as the first gust of wind hit him as he squinted through his goggles looking for the golden glint of the snitch.
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mc2 rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 1:54 pm
Lives:
Modifiers: -1 Due to Snow (+6 to bludger hits)
ROLL TOTAL: 17 +6= 23 (HIT, unless blocked in time)
Aiming at Kenny --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ronna gave a small smile to Toby as he took a spot beside her and when the game started she took off-the seekers already seemed to have some luck despite the snow and horrible conditions. Trying to calculate for the wind she aimed a nearby bludger towards the Slytherin seeker, Kenny, hoping to slow him down.
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Yukina101 rolled 10 10-sided dice:
1, 4, 4, 4, 3, 4, 8, 2, 8, 5
Total: 43 (10-100)
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 1:57 pm
XXXXXXXXXXXX ⒽⓐⓛⓕⓑⓛⓞⓞⓓXXXXXXXXXX⒟⒜⒯⒤⒩⒢ Echo LovetteXXXXXXXXXXＰｒｅ ｆｅｃｔYeah, it's pretty clear, I ain't no size two
But I can shake it, shake it
Like I'm supposed to do ❁ ❀ ✿Tanya recounted all her lucky stars she got to the pitch before the referee did so when the game started her breath had returned to normal so she could jump on her broom and reach for the quaffle toss up.
But every inch of you is perfect cause true booty comes from within
I'm all about that bass 'bout that bass No treble
I'm all about that bass 'bout that bass No treble
AC: 19
Modifiers: +7 for Swiping -1 for Weather= +6
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer
Lives: [<3] [<3] [<3]
To Goal: ~/3
Final Roll: ~
Quidditch Duds ☆ Where: Quidditch Pitch ☆ With: Team ☆ Thinking: He'll do great, he'll be fine ☆ OOC
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Diamond Wales rolled 10 10-sided dice:
6, 1, 4, 6, 9, 1, 2, 2, 2, 7
Total: 40 (10-100)
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 1:58 pm
 Living risky, never scared, wander
Closer to the edge
Nothing valued think no fear,
Always wondering why you’re here
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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔢-ℭ𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 || 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔯 || 𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥
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Ashley kicked off from the ground in a flurry of snow and went right after the quaffle. He was hoping to get there first. Then again, they had several good chasers on Gryffindor, he just had to make sure he could get the mall from them.
AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 to stealing, +7 to scoring (-1 from weather)
Special Skills: Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger, Good Arm
Lives: {x} {x} {x}
Final Roll: --
-/3
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Location: Quidditch Pitch Thinking: Here's hoping for a win. OOC: Ptolemy and Hecate    
All your purposes are gone, nothing’s
Right and nothing’s wrong
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Feel no sorrow, feel no pain
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Essy ze Ninja rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 2:06 pm
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sσмє тнιиɢs scяαтcн тнє sυяғαcє ωнιℓє σтнєяs sтяιкє αт чσυя sσυℓ
Her teeth clattered, muscles shivered and nose glowed a ruby red as she rubbed it for the umpteenth time since she reached the field. She tightened her scarf in those few short moments before the referee announced the start of the game. Camila took to the skies begrudgingly, already starting to daydream of a hot cup of cocoa while zooming into position at Ashley's side as he made for the quaffle. But she didn't think he'd reach it soon enough, and it turns out, he wasn't. Tanya had claimed it in her grasp, but Camila hoped to catch her off guard as she pulled in for a steal.
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☆═━┈ Third Year Chaser┈━═☆
00 – 00
AC: 14
HP ══ ══ ══ 100%
(+4 stealing/shooting) (-1 snowy weather)
(0/3)
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Utsuha Moon rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 2:10 pm
x Y V O N N E M O R E A U ○ ○ ○
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx______halfblood__fourth year__beater__slytherin__
Yvonne would probably learn to hate to save Kenneth's a** as a beater on Slytherin team. Of course the Gryffindors would take out their seeker first. The girl gritted her teeth and flew to intercept the iron ore, with the goal of sending it back to Ronna.
AC: 18
Modifiers: +6 to swings, -1 weather
Skills: Deft Dodger, Natural Flyer, Mean Swing
Final Roll: 24, saved and hit unless intercepted
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❝ get out of my way ❞
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 2:13 pm
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