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 Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 12:55 am
 
You can fake that smile
For a hollow while
But the kids all learn
Once those bridges burn
Flick appeared on the pitch with her gear in tow. She rolled her eyes at Aimee's cheerful look and said nothing to the older girl. Sure she loved quidditch, but she was feeling twitchy today and even the smallest thing would set her off.
Position: Chaser
AC: 17
Modifiers: +7 steal/throw
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
Life 1 Life 2 Life 3
Above AC steal/throw
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0-0
And don't be surprised
If they don't buy your lies
Some of us can see through
Your stained glass eyes
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.
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Pot kettle, pot kettle black... Watch your, watch your back
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 8:20 am
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly!
They go to the lake of fire and fry...
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July.
I knew a lady who came from Duluth;
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth- ΛĿƐӾΛИDƐŔ
ṖĤĪĿĿĪṖ
ΛѴƐŔY
fourth year │ gryffindor chaser │ pureblood
Gryffindor had beaten Hufflepuff and Slytherin had trounced Ravenclaw, so it seemed only fair that now they were up against one another. Alec particularly wanted to win; he was long since over his grudge about not being sorted into Slytherin like the rest of his family, but he remembered how Sera had played as Slytherin's seeker, and he wanted to prove, if only to just himself, that his house could win over the snakes. Not that his parents or sister would ever even care. With a slight scowl he started his stretches. OOC: Position: Chaser
AC: 18
Mods: +6 Stealing, +4 Scoring
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Dang Healthy
Lives: (X) (X) (X) (X)
Post to Goal:
Number of Goals Made: 0 She went to her grave just a little too soon;
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon!
Now the people cry and the people moan...
And they look for a dry place to call their home.
And try to find some place to rest their bones-
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 9:56 am
Raymond Ara Yuko
Seventh Year Slytherin Prefect
Pureblood Parselmouth
Team Chaser   Location : Quidditch Pitch - Gryffindor vs. Slytherin
Winning last week had been great. This week they'd be going up against Gryffindor. Not something Raymond really worried about. A game was a game no matter who it was against. Walking onto the pitch, he was ready for his second game of the season. Hopefully another win would be in their corner soon.
Status: Content
With: Gryffindor & Slytherin members
Wearing: Quidditch Uniform
OOC:
Stealing / Passing: --- - 0/3 to Goal - Total Roll: --
AC: 18
Modifiers: +8 Shooting, +8 AC, +8 Stealing
Special Skills: Good Arm, Deft Dodger, Swift Swipe
Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life]
Gryffindor vs. Slytherin
00 - 00
Hrm, rather intelligent, I see...
Not to mention you seem to have a tendency to think of yourself first...
I do believe this house is the perfect fit for you...
Slytherin!
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 11:09 am
R E Y N AxxxW H Y T E
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"Good morning!" Rey called out to her team members and the one Gryffindor as she jogged onto the pitch with her broom. Hopefully they'd replicate their success against Ravenclaw in this game as well, with a better performance on her part. She went to stand beside Raymond, greeting him with a smile before starting on her stretches.
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natural flyer┃mean swing┃deft dodger
AC: 19┃Modifiers: +7
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Defending: ---┃Target: ---
Final Roll: --
00 vs. 00
c u r r e n t l yxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ a txxQuidditch pitchxxxxxw i t hxxother players
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o o c ━━━━ - - - - - - - - -
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 2:22 pm
L U C I N D AxxxJ A C O B S
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Lucy waved at everyone on the pitch as she ran in, especially her cousin who waved back. This was going to be her first time playing against Rey and while they wouldn't be going against each other, with Lucy being a keeper and Rey a beater, she was still looking forward to playing together on the same pitch, and hopefully beating Slytherin (no pun intended). She went to join Alec to stretch, frowning when she noticed he didn't look too happy. "We'll definitely beat them," she tried to reassure him. Although she knew that probably wasn't exactly what bothered him, now wasn't the time to get into it.
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K E E P E R
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great catch┃dang healthy┃hold the line
AC: 12┃Modifiers: +6
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Final Roll: --
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 7:16 pm
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Oliver Davis
Slytherin - Fifth Year - Fifteen Years Old - Prefect - Vice Captain - Chaser - Pureblood
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Oliver trotted onto the pitch, excited for the game (only because he knew they could win). Aimee proved to be an excellent seeker, and the chasers all played with fantastic teamwork skills. Hopefully, the team would play just as well, if not better, than their last game.
Armour Class: 17
Modifiers: (stealing quaffle +7) (shooting quaffle +7)
Skills: Swift Swipe, Good Arm & Deft Dodger
Total Roll:
Post: 0/3
Lives: [1] [2] [3]
Score: > than keeper
Steal: > than AC
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
I don't quite understand a manicure
But you're the only friend I'd take a shower for ♫
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 7:21 pm
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Brianna Kaylie Overton
Gryffindor - Thirteen - Third Year - Chaser - Muggleborn
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Brianna joined Alec and Lucy for pre game stretches, but not before greeting them with a "Morning!" She was cheerful and, although she could sense Alec's energy as not quite as happy, she figured she could give off some positivity for her teammates to feed off of.
Armour Class: 13
Modifiers: (stealing +3) (scoring +3)
Skills: Good Arm, Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger
Total Roll:
Post: 0/3
Lives: [1] [2] [3]
Steal: > opponent’s AC
Score: > opponent’s roll
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
I've got a f e e l i n g you could use a little smile, h o p i n g you could stay there for just a little while.
Makin' a lot of n o i s e up there, t h r o w your hands up in the air.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 1:41 pm
 Fianna Grey Gryffindor │ Sixth Year │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single │ Seeker
Lions v. Snakes Match
Arriving on the pitch, Fianna felt a little more comfortable than she had at this time last year with her House's position. She'd managed to catch the Snitch in the match against Hufflepuff, and did so without any of last year's drama, or getting hit by a Bludger. Today, she fully expected her dueling partner, Rey, to be winging shots in her general direction, just as she knew she'd have her hands full competing against Aimee, whom was older and more experienced as a Seeker than she. Her plan today was get off to a good start, and get the Snitch as quickly as was feasible, no nonsense, no drama, thank you very much; anything other than that would likely mean a victory for Slytherin. She just hoped the Lions' Beaters were on their A-game today.
Unfortunately, the young lioness was getting over a nasty cold which had had her living on hot tea and chicken soup for the past week, and it was only this morning she felt a measure of her usual self. It didn't help matters that it was bloody cold today, and she was sure her Quidditch robes were fitting a bit loose on her, like she'd dropped a few pounds, but that could just have been her imagination.
Pausing to say hi to Rey and Raymond, and wishing them luck (this was just a match, and what would happen next was nothing personal), Fianna joined her teammates, and started her stretching and warm-up routine.
. OOC: AC: 18 Modifiers: +8 to Spot and catch the Snitch Special Skills: Great Catch, Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes Lives: [ ] [ ] [ ] Action:Effect Value:Results:    
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 6:31 pm
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xxxPitch - Gryffindor v Slytherin
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xxxxxxxxxGryff and Slyth Teams
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAnxious
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lετ'ṡ ģø - ḋøṉ'τ ώαïτ - τhïṡ ṉïģhτ'ṡ αlṃøṡτ øṿεɾxxxxxxxxxxxx
høṉεṡτ, lετ'ṡ ṃαќε τhïṡ ṉïģhτ lαṡτ ƒøɾεṿεɾxxxxxxxxx
ƒøɾεṿεɾ αṉḋ εṿεɾ lετ'ṡ ṃαќε τhïṡ lαṡτ ƒøɾεṿεɾxxxxxx
ƒøɾεṿεɾ αṉḋ εṿεɾ lετ'ṡ ṃαќε τhïṡ lαṡτ ƒøɾεṿεɾxxx
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spaceBas made it out onto the pitch a little late, Eve following behind him with an annoyed look on her face. It was his fault, as per usual, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't appreciate the fact that she'd stuck behind and given him a bit of a pep talk. Or that she'd noticed that he needed one. He knew it was just because he was running out of games to play and prove himself that he was so anxious, but he couldn't help it. The threat of failure was looming, and he didn't have exams this year to distract him from it. Now that he was done questioning if he deserved what he wanted from a moral standpoint, he was starting to worry about if he deserved it from an ability standpoint. Eve told him he was crazy, of course. Not because he was good enough, she'd been very blunt with him about that. But he had another year to go, and besides, rookies sucked almost as much as school kids normally did. She'd sworn that she'd have him up to snuff by the time he graduated. Weirdly enough, he believed her. With a sigh, he waved to the other players and dropped into his stretches, knowing he didn't have much time before the game started.
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xxxώhεṉ ÿøυ ṡṃïlε, ï ṃεlτ ïṉṡïḋε
xxxxxxï'ṃ ṉøτ ώøɾτhÿ ƒøɾ α ṃïṉυτε øƒ ÿøυɾ τïṃε
xxxxxxxxxï ɾεαllÿ ώïṡh ïτ ώαṡ øṉlÿ ṃε αṉḋ ÿøυ
xxxxxxxxxxxxï'ṃ јεαløυṡ øƒ εṿεɾÿвøḋÿ ïṉ τhε ɾøøṃ
Position: Chaser
AC: 18
Modifiers: (+8 to Stealing and Scoring)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe
Lives:
❤♡❤♡❤
Currently
Stretching
Final Roll: xx
Score
00 to 00
TIED»» ╳ ♥ ╳ ««xxoυт oғ cнaracтerxx- - -
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 6:32 pm
And sometimes when you're on, you're really ******** on
And your friends they sing along and they love you
But the lows are so extreme that the good seems ******** cheap
And it teases you for weeks in it's absence
But you'll fight and you'll make it through
You'll fake it if you have to  αɢє 17 | βιρσℓαя | sℓчтнєяιи sєvєитн чєαя ρяєғєcт ☆º°”˜`”°º☆ ★º°”˜`”°º★ ﻬஐ Caty saw that she wasn't the dead last person like their last game and instantly felt better about staying at the table for a second muffin and cuppa. She sidled up to her Aimee giving the girl and grin and customary good luck before doing her stretchesஐﻬ
AC: 18
Modifiers: +8 to Catch
Special Skills: Dang Healthy, Great Catch, Natural Flyer
Lives: [ heart ] [ heart ] [ heart ] [ heart ]
Final Roll: - And you'll show up for work with a smile
You'll be better you'll be smarter
And more grown up and a better daughter
Or son and a real good friend
You'll be awake and you'll be alert
You'll be positive though it hurts
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 6:38 pm
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xxxPitch - Gryffindor v Slytherin
xxxxxxxx» wιтн «xx
xxxxxxxxxGryff and Slyth Teams
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кι¢к ѕтαят тнє gσℓ∂єи gєиєяαтσяxxxxxxxxxxxx
ѕωєєт тαℓк, вυт ∂σи'т ιитιмι∂αтє нєяxxxxxxxxx
¢αи'т ѕтσρ тнє gσ∂ѕ fяσм єиgιиєєяιиgxxxxxx
fєєℓ иσ иєє∂ fσя αиу ιитєяfєяιиgxxx
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spaceEve followed along behind Sebastian, swearing that if he didn't pull his head out of his arse, she'd bench him. It was a hollow threat, of course, because he actually didn't suck and she wasn't actually that mean. But sometimes he really wore on her patience, which she didn't have a lot of to begin with. Shaking her head, she started her stretches. She always felt sort of weird about the game against Slytherin, since she still swore up and down that's where she should've been placed. She wasn't very Gryffindor-like at all, except in the most shallow, generic of ways. The hat must've wanted to try and nurture some chivalry into her, she supposed, rather than encouraging her to be manipulative and ambitious. Hadn't worked out very well. Especially since she hadn't seen the inside of the Gryffindor Common Room since she'd trudged into it and collected her things on the first day of the year, just like she did every year. Her trunk resided in the Slytherin girl's dorm, even though she was there almost as infrequently as she was Gryffindor's. But, whatever. This was her team, and she'd play for it. Didn't really matter, in the end. She was here to win, that was all that mattered.
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xxxуσυя ιмαgє ιи тнє ∂ι¢тισиαяу, тнιѕ ℓιfє ιѕ мσяє тнαи σя∂ιиαяу
xxxxxx¢αи ι gєт 2 мαувє єνєи 3 σf тнєѕє, ¢σмιи'
xxxxxxxxxfяσм ѕρα¢є тσ тєα¢н уσυ σf тнє ρℓєια∂єѕ
xxxxxxxxxxxx¢αи'т ѕтσρ тнє ѕριяιтѕ ωнєи тнєу иєє∂ уσυ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxтнιѕ ℓιfє ιѕ мσяє тнαи נυѕт α яєα∂-тняσυgн
Gryffindor Vice Captain
Position: Beater
AC: 20
Modifiers: (+8 to Hitting Bludgers)
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger
Lives:
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Aiming At
NAME
Final Roll: xx
Score
00 to 00
TIED»» ╳ ♥ ╳ ««xxoυт oғ cнaracтerxx- - -
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 6:31 pm
 I don't like the music other people tend to share
Hate your loser lyrics, middle fingers in the air
I'm a starving artist nowhere close to millionaire
I prefer my Kia, middle fingers in the air
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Sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ Yᴇᴀʀ || Sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ || Bᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ
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Leon was a bit better than he was last game about playing. This game he didn't have to worry about his brother deciding to lose half his brain on the pitch, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to concentrate on the game. Looking around, he noted that the team was ready and waited for the game to start.
AC: 20
Modifiers: Hitting Bludgers +8
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger, Mean Swing
Lives: [✔] [✔] [✔] ✘
Final Roll: --
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Location: Quidditch Pitch
Thinking: ********' 'ell, why th' ******** does Wallis need ta be in this ********' spor'?
OOC: -♡-
I'm a simple loner who the hell thinks that I care
I am not the party, middle fingers in the air
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 6:54 pm
 Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
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Gʀʏꜰꜰɪɴᴅᴏʀ Pʀᴇꜰᴇᴄᴛ || Bᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ & Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ || Sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ Yᴇᴀʀ
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Brandon was glad for last game's win, but now they had to face Slytherin and their winning streak. Oh, and of course Leon and his crazy notion that he was going to try and pummel Brandon out of the sky. He got to the pitch and fixed his cousin's brother with a look as he prepared for the game to start.
AC: 18
Modifiers: Hitting Bludgers +8
Special Skills: Mean Swing, Deft Dodger, Dang Healthy
Lives: ☯ ☯ ☯ ☯
Final Roll: --
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Location: Quidditch Pitch
Thinking: Well, here's hoping we win.
OOC: - ◬ -     
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 6:59 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 stepped onto the pitch, already carrying her customary broom and box for the game, She looked over the teams assembled and nodded, thinking they were ready to start. Bronwen had seen both teams win thus far, but this game, someone was going to lose and potentially open up the opportunity for a streak of the season. She was personally hoping for Gryffindor, but that went without saying. "Today's game is between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Lions versus Snakes. I want a nice clean game between both teams. Let's get this party started!" She kicked open the box and mounted her broom, waiting for the snitch to vanish before grabbing up the quaffle. Flying upward, she tossed the ball up, starting the game officially.
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Location: Quidditch Pitch
Thinking: This oughta be a good game
OOC:
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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The Forgotten Weasley rolled 10 10-sided dice:
10, 10, 6, 5, 7, 9, 4, 10, 1, 8
Total: 70 (10-100)
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 7:02 pm
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly!
They go to the lake of fire and fry...
Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July.
I knew a lady who came from Duluth;
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth- ΛĿƐӾΛИDƐŔ
ṖĤĪĿĿĪṖ
ΛѴƐŔY
fourth year │ gryffindor chaser │ pureblood
Alec went up for the quaffle as soon as it was released, determined to get there before a Slytherin chaser did. OOC: Position: Chaser
AC: 18
Mods: +6 Stealing, +4 Scoring
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Dang Healthy
Lives: (X) (X) (X) (X)
Post to Goal:
Number of Goals Made: 0 She went to her grave just a little too soon;
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon!
Now the people cry and the people moan...
And they look for a dry place to call their home.
And try to find some place to rest their bones-
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own.
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