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"Good game, congratulations," Dani said to Layton, whom just caught the Snitch in his first game. While she smiled, whatever good feeling she had about this season died inside of her. Yeah, the Chasers did their job, and had three goals to show for it, the Beaters were marginally better, but only that, and her own performance was ... well, who was she kidding? 'I don't belong out here,' she thought bitterly.'It'd been kinder for the team if they'd shot me down.' She'd spent the day flying back and forth across the pitch and had nothing to show for it but broken ribs, a broken leg, and a sinking feeling that winning the Cup this year was no longer in the cards for her.
As she left the pitch, Dani realized with a bit of melancholy the most she had to look forward to this evening was a stay in the Hospital Wing.
Position: Seeker AC: 18 Modifiers: +10 to Block, +8 to Catch Snitch, +6 to Spot (-2 due to injuries) Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Hold the Line Lives: [<3] [x] [x]
Action: Effect Value: Result: Pursuit: Capture:
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OOC: Alarms will ring for eternity The waves will break every chain on me My bones will bleach My flesh will flee So help my lifeless frame to breathe
And God knows I'm not dying but I bleed now And God knows it's the only way to heal now With all the blood I lost with you It drowns the love I thought I knew
Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 5:08 pm
Location: Quidditch Pitch - Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin
They had come out on top last game. Evander had caught the snitch despite her role as beater lacking. Mira swore she'd do better this game. Standing on the pitch with her broom in hand she hoped to prove herself more. She'd earned the position of beater and wasn't about to prove Camila and Benjamin wrong. Momentarily fixing her hair and doing a few light stretches she waited for the rest of the team to arrive. Hopefully they could win it once again, even if Cathy could use the win.
Status:Let's get another win. With:Slytherin & Hufflepuff teams...
I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes. I know it's daft, but I guess that I know it deep inside. It feels like we're ready to crack these days, you and I; When it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die. We're gonna separate ourselves tonight... We're always running scared but holding knives... But there's a black chandelier, casting shadows and lies.
Vander had caught the snitch last game, but not as easily or quickly as he would have liked. This time he was determined that it would be different. Hufflepuff's seeker was young and inexperienced too; he should be at an advantage. Hopefully their beaters were weaker than Ravenclaw's... and hopefully Mira and Tristan stayed on top of things, he thought spitefully.
OOC: Position: Seeker AC: 19 Mods: +7 Catching Snitch, +5 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'll sit in silence for the rest of my life if you'd like. Dressing our wings with industrial gloves made of wire; Feel it penetrating the skin, we begin to relax, When it's just the two of us, and a cute little cup of cyanide. You left my heart like an abandoned car: Old and worn out, no use at all... But I used to be free.
Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 8:15 pm
❤ Cathaline Acacia League ❤ a.k.a.Cathy ❤xxxxx <7th Year Hufflepuff>
AC: 20 Modifiers: (+8 Stealing) (+6 Scoring) Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger, Swift Swipe
Lives:
Roll: XX (+8 Stealing) (+6 Scoring) = XX Moves to Goal: X/3
Cathy stepped onto the field, her hair pulled into two pigtails with black and yellow ribbon, and while she might not look quite as much as if she was ready for a photo-shoot just as much as quidditch she still made an effort on her make-up with some mascara and lip gloss. She was determined to be on the top of her game and win. She wasn't going to focus on the issue of her father dead or her grandparents soon to be charged. No. And she was going to win this game and this time make sure the opposing team didn't score a single goal. Layton may be young and inexperienced but he proved himself against Danica and she had faith in him. As for Camila and her chasers what a joke and the mouthy Seymour kid that Morven snogged all the time she had gotten goals past plenty of time, this game was only going to be different in one way: she'd make sure she scored more goals this game than ever before.
Benjamin was early but not one of the first players on pitch which suited him just fine. Fortunately Mira was there because he didn't want to be stuck on the pitch with la bruja Wendy's boy toy or Barbie who just lost her father which sucked for her but it wasn't like Benjamin was ever close to her. Hell, Benjamin didn't even care that much for Barbie. At least she wasn't all fake smiles and checking her make-up the whole time like most games.
Rolling her neck, it was like knots had twisted into her back and shoulders and it didn't seem to matter how much she stretched, she still felt like the hunchback of Notre Dame. Maybe it was the stress for her final exams, or the weight of captaincy on her shoulders, maybe it was the snowy weather, or even the finality of her childhood fading into the woe and throes of adulthood. Either way, she was done. She was tired, and cold, and annoyed, and prefect duties were tedious and she's so behind on her bloody essays. It was hard to keep her focus on the upcoming game but she managed to fake a smile at her teammates as she approached them. Fake it 'til you make it, right? That's gotta be part of the Slytherin anthem.
Caught in his throat was a guttural growl, Tristan was tired and sore and angry. Every transformation seemed to take its toll on him for the worse; the last full moon was only two days' ago, just barely enough time for him to recuperate and endure this quidditch match. If his replacement wasn't his sister, he might've considered checking himself into the infirmary and notifying the captain to bring in a reserve. But Savannah would've been furious. 'People will start catching on,' she would tell him, and it was all he could do not to curse. She had a point, and he knew it, but that didn't mean he had to like it. And of course, as if it wasn't already bad enough, now it was starting to snow.
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Chase walked onto the pitch quietly. Her beater bat was hefted over one shoulder and her protection gear was already on her body. She had knocked herself out last game, but she'd had a good run while she was concious and was still proud of herself. If she kept up that work while minimizing her self hitting, she'd definitely be scouted for the English team! Especially if Riley put in a good word with the captain Eretria.
Position: Beater AC: 19 Modifiers: +7 to swings (-1 weather) Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing, Deft Dodger Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 Above AC to hit Below a natural 3 hit self Above 15 to save. 0-0
Layton walked out onto the pitch, his broom hefted over his shoulder and his head held high. He was ready for today's game. While he was still nervous, he felt that he at least had a shot. Yeah, he was young and inexperienced, and he was sure that Slytherin's seeker was thinking that he would just lay down and let him catch the snitch, but he was wrong. If he could beat Danica, he had just as much of a shot as beating Evander. And it would feel even better beating him, because he reminded Layton of an older, more sour version of Devonte. Speaking of his brother, where was he?
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Position: Seeker AC: 16 Modifiers: +6 to spotting and catching Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes, Great Catch Lives: x x x Final roll: Seeking: /3 Catching: /2
Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 7:39 pm
Fourth Year │ Slytherin │ Chaser
Walking out onto the pitch where a multitude of his teammates and Hufflepuff's--including his brother--Devonte kept his head down, watching his feet walk across the ground, where the first traces of winter had already shown. He wasn't sure how well this game would go. He was just glad that he was a chaser, and Layton was a seeker. The two positions didn't really cross the other.
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Position: Chaser AC: 16 Modifiers: +6 to stealing and scoring Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm Lives: x x x Posts to goal: /3 Final roll:
Kyson strutted onto the Pitch, ready to play and pull out another win for his team. He was hoping to get some action with the Quaffle this time around. Sure, having their Seeker catch the Snitch and win them the game is great and all, but it wasn't very fun for him and the other Chasers. Mounting his broom, he could only hope for the best.
Slytherin Chaser Nat. Flyer | Good Arm | Swift Swipe AC: 13 | Mods: +3 To the Goals: -/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.
♪ Let the rain fall down ♫ ♪ And wake my dreams ♫ ♪ Let it wash away ♫ ♪ My sanity ♫
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Rider trotted out onto the field and got her stretched done as quickly as possible. She donned her gear and nodded to Cathy, ready for the game. They were one and oh currently, and Rider was aiming to make that two and oh. Play hard and win, that was what she was going to do. Just needed to wait for the start of the game, then she'd be playing her heart out.
{Position: Chaser AC: 17 Mods: Shooting +7, Stealing +7 Skills: Good Arm, Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe Lives: X X X Post: 0/3 Final Roll: -}
♪ 'Cause I wanna feel the thunder ♫ ♪ I wanna scream ♫ ♪ Let the rain fall down ♫ ♪ I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean ♫
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Lionel rushed onto the field, being one of the last on the pitch. He was ready to play Keeper though. He quickly stretched and readied himself for the game to start. He felt that they were going to have a good game that day after the good win against gryffindor earlier in the year. He hoped they would build off their form from that game and win another versus Slytherin.
Position: Keeper AC: 14 Modifiers: +6 To Saves Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Hold the Line, Great Catch Roll: Final Roll #: Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ]
Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 12:30 pm
Take all of your wasted honor Every little past frustration Take all of your so-called problems, Better put 'em in quotations
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Zeph jogged onto the pitch, slightly embarassed about being late. Thankfully, the game hadn't started yet, so the Hufflepuff simply started stretching a bit before the game started. He was determined to do well this fame, even if he couldn't see that well due to the snow. Oh well. Maybe he could see about trying to use it to his advantage, if he didn't end up getting knocked out during the game.
AC: 14 Modifiers: Hitting Bludgers +4 (-1 due to weather) Skills: Mean Swing, Dang Healthy, Natural Flyer Lives: # # # # Final Roll: --
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Location: Quidditch Pitch Thinking: I am NOT swinging at that kid... OOC: Snow
Even if your hands are shaking And your faith is broken Even as the eyes are closing Do it with a heart wide open
