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 Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 11:36 am
  "Yes!" Tristain cried, holding the snitch above her head in a victorious gesture, her eyes immediately scanning the quidditch stands for her older brother. A pang of pride stabbed her in the gut at the same time that a euphoric smile slithered across her lips, pure happiness dancing in the shallow waters of her blue eyes.
"My first catch...my first win." She contemplated to herself quietly, the magnitude of the moment just now hitting her for the first time.
With a new, lighter mood pulsing through her ivory-skinned body, Tristain slowly began weave in and out of the other players--those of both teams--beginning to grant them her wishes of a game well-played. "Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined.
Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind."- William Shakespeare
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Dolphina Oceanus rolled 10 10-sided dice:
3, 10, 6, 9, 5, 6, 5, 10, 10, 5
Total: 69 (10-100)
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 6:58 pm
Cathryn Rose O'Malley 14 Years Old┽Fourth Year┽Ravenclaw┽Keeper┽Single My optimism for life carried through my work {Life One} {Life Two} {Life Three} ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Nothing was happening. Nothing outside of the quaffle soaring towards Ravenclaw's goalposts and the boy who held it. He came closer and closer, and then he stopped, but the quaffle kept coming, higher, faster, more menacing. Cat couldn't let it win. She must defeat it. Show it who was boss... ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ╔══════════════╗ Injuries/Illnesses: ------ Out of character: ------ ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 7:06 pm
Cathryn Rose O'Malley 14 Years Old┽Fourth Year┽Ravenclaw┽Keeper┽Single My optimism for life carried through my work ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Why she had even worried, Cat had no idea. She caught the ball with ease, it never had a chance. Glancing at the rest of the game, Cat was about to pass if off to one of the chasers, but there was a commotion going on. Peering closer, the redhead spotted a young blonde holding her hand out. Something gold struggled in her grasp. The snitch! Ravenclaw had captured the snitch! They had won their first game this season! The Irish girl let out an enthusiastic woop, and swooped down to congratulate her team!
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 7:18 pm
Quidditch is my life, but my knowledge is who I am. Devin Cloud Fourth YearHufflepuffChaser ⇳ ⇴ ⇵ ⇶ ⇷ ⇸ ⇹ ⇺ ⇻ ⇼ ⇽ ⇾ ⇿ He just floated there, a grimace upon his face. He couldn't believe he was beaten that quickly. He just looked down at his palms. He had no other reaction to such an occurence. He wanted to get off the field as soon as possible even. ⇳ ⇴ ⇵ ⇶ ⇷ ⇸ ⇹ ⇺ ⇻ ⇼ ⇽ ⇾ ⇿ Some are born great, some achieve great, but some...have greatness thrust upon them.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 7:27 pm
 ♞ Dhylan Nolynn ♞ | Chaser | First Year | Hufflepuff | ♝═━┈┈━═♝═━┈┈━═♝ Dhyl sighed when his shot went in. He turned around to see what was going on. "Oh no.... onononono!" He mumbled under his breath. Ravenclaw won! No! {{{To The Goals: /5}}} { {LIFE 01}{}{LIFE 02}{}{LIFE 03}} {OOC:} Wearing♝═━┈┈━═♝═━┈┈━═♝
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 8:01 pm
 "Yes!" Shina shouted jubilantly. She rolled into series of complicated loops and twists in a fit of joy, then spiraled down to join her teammates. "Great job, Tristain!"  ((OOC: ... )) {Life 1} | {Life 2} | {Life 3}((Notes: Bludgers hit at 43 & 50, Chasers steal at 39, 67, and 71))Wearing
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 10:55 am
Alan strode onto the field. He saw no players and sighed. "Im early" he sighed. He sat the crate on the ground and waited for players.
((OOC: I need someone to control Alan. I'll be gone for the day))
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 4:17 pm
𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯i𝔫 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡
𝔉irst 𝔜ear, 𝔅eater
Strolling onto the field, head held high, he was determined to integrate every ounce of ferocity of focus into this game, the game. The rivaling houses had been anticipating this game all season long and he could hear the pounding roar of the audience hovering overhead as he gazed about. Clear blue skies shone brightly overhead, the rays mockingly blinding him as he searched the rows of stands for familiar faces clad in emerald and silver. Tightening calloused fingers on the handle of his broom, he swung his leg over and hoisted up into the air with a generous spurt, eagerly awaiting the rest of the teams.
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Height: 5’5” ☣ Weight: 121lbs ☣ Age: 11
L1 ___L2___ L3
00 – 00
43, 50 to hit, 66 ^ miss, 45-50 to defend
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 4:25 pm
So you wanna call me the devils' advocate
But you don't even know the half of it
I was raised to believe in miracles
My life is so cold  Fourth Year, Slytherin Seeker
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Pinning up long, flowing blonde hair high upon her head, she smiled in the mirror of the girls’ locker rooms beneath the quidditch stands. Her lips pursed, and a burning determination alit a chaos of fire as her heart bled ice, she had to win—no—she needed to win. All year long, she felt like a failure because she had never caught the snitch. She shook the thoughts from her head, now, if any, was not the time to dwell on such poisonous thoughts.
She forced a smile, one of porcelain reflection, and promptly swiveled upon her heel and raced under the narrow and darkened passage leading unto the quidditch field. With a gentle bounce she was lifted on the ivory wood of her broom and took to the field with her team, gauging wind currents and speeds, the position of the sun, and every factor that could hinder her performance in this game.
L1 ___ L2 ___ L3 Desires: Between 40-45 to Spot Troubles: Five Turns to Catch Snitch ╚════════════════════════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄════╝
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 6:53 pm
Jasmine Acacia Fourth Year Slytherin Keeper ║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║ Jasmine sat in a grassy spot with her broom on her lap. This was the game that everyone cared about. The one that had the fiercest rivalry. The one that the keeper needed to be focused for. She couldn't think about what Erianthe had said, or rather, what she hadn't said. Jasmine needed to focus on the game, but first she needed to focus on her broom.
After finishing with her broom, Jasmine collected herself. Quidditch would be the only thing on her mind today, or at least for the duration of the game. The keeper took off into the air, feeling the pleasant warmth of the sun. Today seemed to be a good day for a Snake. ║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║ "Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes more away from you." Life 1. Life 2. Life 3.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 6:59 pm
 ♛═━┈☆┈━═♛
Samuel Meridith
Second Year Gryffindor
♛═━┈☆┈━═♛ ✔Age: Twelve
✔Mood: Confident
✔Status: Single Sam Meridith strode out onto the field, confidence oozing out of each step. Gryffindor was winning the cup due to Sam's two Snitch catches. And he was confident that today would be his third catch of the season. He smiled as he took his position and settled his broom down. He strode over to Annabelle and, in good sportsmanship, offered his hand for a shake. "Good luck today Annabelle."Out Of Character: ...
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 7:34 pm
   ⇜Remy Verity Bleiddiaid⇝| Single | Second Year | Chaser |{LIFE 1}{LIFE 2}{LIFE 3} —¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—Remy ran out onto the field. Her long hair was tied into neat pigtails, with long red ribbons tied into bows. She held her CleanSweep in her right hand. She waved at Sam, confident of his fourth catch. "Good luck today, Sam!" she shouted with her soprano voice. Her smile was huge, with a pink blush to her cheeks. Post {0/5} to the goals, AWAY! {OOC:}Wearing—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 7:38 pm
So you wanna call me the devils' advocate
But you don't even know the half of it
I was raised to believe in miracles
My life is so cold Fourth Year, Slytherin Seeker
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A flash of movement caught her eye, and a blur of brown, tauny gray approached, by the pins of his uniform, she could see the infamous leaping lion in gold, and, what she assumed had to be red. The distance closed quickly, and she easily identified him as the Gryffindor Seeker, the one who hadn’t lost a game all year—and so young, too. A bright, luminescent smile dawned upon her lips as Samuel Meridith crossed the half line to greet her. ”Thanks!” Belle’s perky, chipper voice chimed in response as she reached long, piano fingers to grasp for a firm handshake, never breaking eye contact with the opposing seeker. ”Good luck to you too.” She added a second later, and like a bout of wild fire, a grin burst upon her. ”And have fun,” she added with a nod and a the flash of a wink.
L1 ___ L2 ___ L3 Desires: Between 40-45 to Spot Troubles: Five Turns to Catch Snitch ╚════════════════════════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄════╝
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 7:55 pm
♛═━┈☆┈━═♛
Samuel Meridith
Second Year Gryffindor
♛═━┈☆┈━═♛ ✔Age: Twelve
✔Mood: Confident
✔Status: Single He smiled to the Slytherin Seeker and nodded. "You too," he said, and turned to go back to his team. He smiled to Remy as she wished him luck. "Thanks Rem. I think I'm on a streak," he said smirking as he knelt down to start stretching. Out Of Character: ...
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 8:09 pm
  Ronyo Storm - Slytherin
Fifth Year/ Slytherin Quidditch Captain/ Beater
Quidditch Pitch/ Game Ronyo made his way out onto the field with his team and looked at the crowd. This was it, the big game that the school waited for every year. The biggest rivalry in the school and almost in all of Quidditch was that between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Here they were ready to play what would likely be the toughest game to date. Past scores didn't matter nor did the victor of the house cup at this point, because right now it was just a matter of who would win this game on this day. Seeing the gold and crimson houses players coming in Ronyo gave them all a nod and a wave. He respected the Gryffindor team, always had and always would. He knew they had great strength just like the house of green and silver. With the few greetings out of the way Ronyo took to the sky and moved to their rings and signaled everyone to gather around him before the game started. After he saw his team circle up he gave a grin and nodded to them all knowing they understood what this was. "Alright you all have been waiting for this moment all year, and you better believe the Gryffindors have too. This is it people, this is the game that gets talked about after the seasons over and the school year comes to a close. We make this game something epic, something to put in the school's history. This is our pitch today, you hear me. Today we own the sky, today we show the Gryffindors why we are the team to worry about every year," With a nod he turned to look over his team individually, "Dom play tight and close to our chasers to start us off, no need to let loose at the opening. Let's play defensively for the first few minutes and look to wear those lions out. We've been working hard on our endurance so let's put it to work here. Chasers, remember your formations and call out your situations to the beaters so we can better direct fire. Jasmine, you be that impenetrable wall I know you can be, make these rings start to collect dust. Belle, that sky is yours. Dominate it and show that Gryffindor seeker how a real seeker flies. Keep an ear to the announcer for score information from time to time if you can, with a game like this I won't rule out the possibility of an offset victory," With that he put his fist into the circle for everyone to copy, "Alright...now Who's Sky is This!? Who's Sky Is This!? Fight On Slytherin!" Life: 1, 2, 3
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