The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting Could it be that we have been this way before I know you don't think that I am trying I know you're wearing thin down to the core
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Rhys settled himself down on the box that he'd drug out for the tryouts. He was already formulating something he figured would work for tryouts, if there were enough people for tryouts. He didn't like the idea that there wouldn't be, but he couldn't shake the feeling that with Lola gone, he was really hamstrung. He crossed his arms, managing to stifle his fingers before they started going off in gibberish. He was so not looking forward to this season, that was for sure. The sixth year sighed, raising a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Hopefully he could see who he figured would be a good vice captain before anyone got to the pitch. He hated the idea of announcing it in front of the team. Hell, he hated the idea of speaking in front of everyone in general. He squashed down the part of him that tried to urge him to hide and instead shifted uneasily. This was going to be an unmitigated disaster, and he knew it.
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AC: 18 Modifiers: +8 for spotting, +8 for catching Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes Great Catch Lives: [x] [x] [x] Final Roll: -- -/3 Catch Up -/2 Attempts
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This is not what I intended I always swore to you I'd never fall apart You always thought that I was stronger I may have failed But I have loved you from the start
Blackbird claw, raven wing, Under the red sunlight... Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves, Waving as we go by. Hundred years, hundred more; Someday we may see a- Woman king, wristwatch time, Slowing as she goes to sleep.
D I A N T H A S I Â N W A R L O W ravenclaw chaser │ fifth year prefect │ halfblood
Di was pleasantly surprised to find herself early to tryouts, preceded only by their captain. Now that she was an upperclassman, she figured that she didn't really need to worry much about making the team anymore, given her experience, and thus was more interested in seeing who showed up for tryouts this year and if there were any new faces. She also hadn't heard who the vice captain was, but maybe Rhys was waiting to see who actually arrived on the pitch before he decided? She said hello to the older boy as she took a form to fill out, and when she was done began her stretches.
Username: The Forgotten Weasley Character's Name: Diantha Warlow House: Ravenclaw Year: Fifth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 3 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Anywhere you need me
OOC: Position: Chaser AC: 19 Mods: +7 Scoring, +5 Stealing Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Deft Dodger Lives: (X) (X) (X) Post to Goal: n/a Number of Goals Made: 0
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Black horse fly, lemonade, Jar on the red ant hill... Garden worm, cigarette, Ash on the window sill. Hundred years, hundred more; Someday we may see a- Woman king, sword in hand, Swing at some evil and bleed.
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 12:33 pm
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As soon as he'd been cleared to fly, Dris hurried out to the quidditch pitch. He borrowed a school broom, wrinkling his nose with distaste at the age and model of the broom. Oh well, he couldn't get his own broom until next year, and he'd been saving up all his chore money to buy his very own. Bright eyes sparkling, Dris skipped to the pitch. There he saw a fellow he assumed to be the Captain. "Hello! I'm Dris Abrams! And I'm super duper excited for trying out!" He grinned and grabbed the paperwork, using his favorite (and slightly damaged by paint) quill to fill out all his information. When he was done, he handed it in, standing by the side with the biggest smile he could muster.
Username: Miss GryffindorK Character's Name: Driskol Abrams House: Ravenclaw Year: First Advanced Flying I: No Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 (MTA) Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes, Great Catch First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Chaser (but preferably Seeker)
AC:13 Modifiers:+3 {Stealing} +3 {Shooting} Special Skills:Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, +1 Quidditch MTA ƬσтαƖ RσƖƖ:xx {xxxxxxx} x/3 Lives:[✵] [✵] [✵]
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xxxHello darkness, my old friend- I've come to talk with you again xxxxxxBecause a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping xxxxxxxxxAnd the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains within the sound of silence xxxxxxxxxxxxIn restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone
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Deaus came to the field with a smile on his face. Oh how he missed flying, it was another reason being a muggleborn sucked. He hoped he was still good enough to play he might be out of practice. "Ok Deaus you can do this." The boy said to himself as he walked up to the white haired captain and smiled before signing in.
Username:Xistund Character's Name: Deaus Whiteshade House: Ravenclaw Year: 2 Advanced Flying I: Signed up, I should be on the list somewhere. Advanced Flying II: Nope Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Deft Dodger, Swift Swipe First Choice Position: Chaser. Second Choice Position: No clue, just put me anywhere!
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'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and dampxxx When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon lightxxxxxx That split the night, and touched the sound of silencexxxxxxxxx And in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people, maybe morexxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 9:55 pm
H A Y D E N ▼ "A H N N A"▼A T T E R B E R R Y
Third Year▼Ravenclaw▼Metamorphmagus
We're about to be so much closer than you thought that we could ever be. Well, I'm sorry to say that I gave it away. We'll I'm empty. You're empty.
Ahnna walked onto the pitch. Most of her gear was already on and she only had her broom grasped in her hand along with her beater bat. She quietly filled out the paperwork necessary and walked over to hand it to Rhys. She knew he didn't like talking much, which was a struggle for her since she was so talkative. "How's it feel being captain? You think we'll win this year?"
Position: Beater AC: 19 Modifiers: +7 to swings 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
Username: Devlyn Maycry Character's Name: Ahnna Atterberry House: Ravenclaw Year: Fourth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 3 Any Special Skill:Natural Flyer, Mean Swing, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Beater
She's like a rock and you keep chipping off a piece to hold on to. And there's gotta be, gotta be something more than this. In a life full of exits and entrances.
Mood: Lightly nervous Companions: himself Thoughts: alright let see if i can be on the team!
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Hikaru made it to the quidditch pitch. Ever since he got here he had been keeping an eye out for tryouts. He was quite the fan and wanted to play, and if he was good maybe even after hogwarts he could too. But for now he was getting ahead of himself. He hadn't even made the team yet. He grabbed a old looking broom and held it for a second. 'Ok broom i know you seen a lot of other student try out, just help me out too please?' He thought mostly to psych himself up. He doubted the broom could understand him but hey what did it hurt. He carried the broom out to the field. and walked over to the people that seemed to be running the tryouts "Hi, my names Hikaru and I was hoping to tryout" He was handed a sheet to fill out and he filled it in before handing it back
Username: Kungfudemoness Character's Name: Hikaru Nakano House: Ravenclaw Year: First Advanced Flying I: No Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 0 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Dang Healthy First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Keeper
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2016 9:51 am
When everything you do Don't seem to matter. You try but it's no use Your world is getting blacker.
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Glynn stepped onto the field and looked toward Rhys. His mouth in a firm line, he just picked up a form silently and filled it out. Handing it back, he settled back and waited, thinking he might as well try and relax before tryouts started.
Username: Diamond Wales Character's Name: Glynn Llewellyn House: Ravenclaw Year: Third Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Enrolled Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: I guess chaser?
AC: 14 Modifiers: +4 to Stealing, +4 to Scoring Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm Lives: ♥ ♥ ♥♡ Final Roll: -- -/3
Gavin felt... tall. He had grown a few distinct inches over the past few months, so much so, he'd wake up from bouts of growing pains. His da' said it was nothing out of the ordinary, he's a growing boy, after all. But his mum said it had nothing to do with his growth, and everything to do with him running, climbing and jumping all day. But his knees and calfs didn't hurt now, thankfully. His long limbs stretched awkwardly in front of him as he raced down the field to catch up with the rest of his teammates. ”I hope I'm not late!” He said, leaning on his broom with one hand while taking the sign in sheet with his right.
Username: Essy ze Ninja Character's Name: Gavin Selwyn House: Ravenclaw Year: Third Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 Any Special Skill: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Deft Dodger, Quid MTA First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Any
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 6:50 pm
The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting Could it be that we have been this way before I know you don't think that I am trying I know you're wearing thin down to the core
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Rhys swallowed nervously, clenching his hands into fists as he realized that yes, he was that nervous and his fingers were signing nonsense again. Sighing, he spotted Ahnna get onto the pitch and, after nodding his head jerkily at those who spoke to him, swallowed again and approached the young metamorphmagus. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves before he spoke, but realized he was failing that badly. Wincing instead, he started to sign as he spoke, figuring that it would calm his nerves down a bit. Maybe."Hey, um, A-ahnna. I um, I was wondering, um, well, yeah, wondering if you w-wanted to be t-the vice-captain? Um, you can say no if y-you want, I um, I j-just thought that, um, you wouldn't m-mind and y-you seem to be g-good and..."Was he rambling? Oh Merlin, he was rambling. Swallowing thickly, he shut his mouth with an audible snap and clenched his hands into fists before he made an even bigger fool of himself.
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AC: 18 Modifiers: +8 for spotting, +8 for catching Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes Great Catch Lives: [x] [x] [x] Final Roll: -- -/3 Catch Up -/2 Attempts
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This is not what I intended I always swore to you I'd never fall apart You always thought that I was stronger I may have failed But I have loved you from the start
We're about to be so much closer than you thought that we could ever be. Well, I'm sorry to say that I gave it away. We'll I'm empty. You're empty.
Ahnna grinned at his stuttering. If she didn't know he was gayer than gay could be she would have probably found him cute at one point... though she tended to find most people cute. Being pansexual came with perks like that she supposed. When he asked her to be his Vice Captain, she immediately nodded her head, but let him finish his sentence. "Of course I'll be your Vice Captain! No need to be nervous asking me!"
Position: Beater AC: 19 Modifiers: +7 to swings 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
She's like a rock and you keep chipping off a piece to hold on to. And there's gotta be, gotta be something more than this. In a life full of exits and entrances.
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Marcello hurried onto the field with a school broom tossed over his shoulder. He got a bit lost trying to get out of the castle to the Quidditch Pitch. Tryouts were today, this he knew from the flyers posted around the Common Room. Marcel was taking a liking to Flying class, and he loved sports, so why not tryout for the house team? "Sorry I'm late! I hope I can still tryout," he said, huffing as he reached for a form. He filled it out and handed it back in, then quickly did a few stretches.
I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies like a tiger defying the laws of gravity. I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva. I'm gonna go go go! There's no stopping me! I'm burning through the sky, yeah! Two hundred degrees! That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit. I'm traveling at the speed of light. I wanna make a supersonic man out of you! Don't stop me now!
The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting Could it be that we have been this way before I know you don't think that I am trying I know you're wearing thin down to the core
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Rhys nodded to Ahnna, glad that she was at least okay with the idea before he turned to regard the team he was supposed to be captaining. And then froze. His mind blanked, and then he realized that everyone's eyes were on him. He could almost feel the panic attack rising and Rhys could feel his fingers twitching out nonsense. His breathing hitched, he tried to imagine he was by himself. Maybe it'd work better if he were alone. Or if he closed his eyes. Maybe. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he swallowed roughly and then shook his head, looking at the list of names he had collected from the forms and closing his eyes and counting to ten. Without opening his eyes, he swallowed again and started speaking, thinking if he didn't look at everyone, he wouldn't freak out. That sounded like a good plan, right?"O-okay, um, h-hello. I'm um, Rhys Hamilton-Blake, and well, um, just call me R-rhys. I'm th-the captain of the team, and Ahnna i-is the vice-captain. For those that don't k-know, anyway. So there you go."
This was a giant fail, and he knew it. However, the white-haired teen took another deep breath and prayed that he could do better and spoke again, this time straightening up a bit more and praying he didn't look as short as he really was."W-we're going to s-split off i-into two teams, one B-blue and the o-other Bronze. Blue team is Di and H-hikaru chasing, Ahnna on b-beater, and D-driskol as seeker. B-bronze is Glynn a-and Deaus chasing, M-marcello as beater, and G-gavin seeking. I, um, I'll be the k-keeper so... Um anyway, there's that. S-seekers are fair targets, and if anyone n-needs to grab a p-potion, just signal a-and I have some I can hand out."He opened his eyes again and took another breath before he nodded shakily. He then went ahead and released the balls to start the tryouts.
Blue team: Chasers: Di and Hikaru Beater: Ahnna Seeker: Dris
Bronze team: Chasers: Glynn and Deaus Beater: Marcello Seeker: Gavin
AC: 18 Modifiers: +8 for spotting, +8 for catching Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Sharp Eyes Great Catch Lives: [x] [x] [x] Final Roll: -- -/3 Catch Up -/2 Attempts
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This is not what I intended I always swore to you I'd never fall apart You always thought that I was stronger I may have failed But I have loved you from the start
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 8:15 pm
Blackbird claw, raven wing, Under the red sunlight... Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves, Waving as we go by. Hundred years, hundred more; Someday we may see a- Woman king, wristwatch time, Slowing as she goes to sleep.
D I A N T H A S I Â N W A R L O W ravenclaw chaser │ fifth year prefect │ halfblood
Di went up for the quaffle, glad the matter of VC had been settled; Ahna was perfectly sensible without being overly demanding or too meek to get things done.
OOC: Position: Chaser AC: 19 Mods: +7 Scoring, +5 Stealing Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Deft Dodger Lives: (X) (X) (X) Post to Goal: n/a Number of Goals Made: 0
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Black horse fly, lemonade, Jar on the red ant hill... Garden worm, cigarette, Ash on the window sill. Hundred years, hundred more; Someday we may see a- Woman king, sword in hand, Swing at some evil and bleed.
