Yeah, it's been a ride I guess I had to, go to that place, to get to this one Now some of you, might still be in that place If you're trying to get out, just follow me I'll get you there
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Leon stared around the pitch, his eyes narrowed as he watched and waited for the rest of his teammates to show up. If they did at all. He was pretty sure that there was every possibility they might decide that no, they wouldn't show up because he was there. Then again, if that was the case, he was pretty sure they would have left en-masse the moment that Tristan had named him vice captain. Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms and waited, thinking that if nothing else, he was going to have so much fun with everyone trying to talk to him. He'd just have to resist the urge to punch all of them.
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And I just can't keep living this way So starting today, I'm breaking out of this cage I'm standing up, I'ma face my demons I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Time to put my life back together right now!
Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 12:39 pm
Here comes a thought that might alarm me What someone said and how it harmed me Something I did that failed to be charming Things that I said are suddenly swarming
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ﻬஐ Caty walked out onto the pitch with her broom in hand feeling a lot better since the start of the school year. Seeing Leon there but not Tristan made her wonder where the older teen was but seeing as her friend already had the forms and everything set out that he was setting the pace for these tryouts. "'Lo Leon," she greeted with a knowing grin already feeling his waves of disdain rolling off. She took one of the familiar sheets and filled out all her information before giving it back and going to wait for Aimee and the others.
Username: Yukina101 Character's Name: Catheryne Blake House: Slytherin Year: 5 Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 4 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Keeper Second Choice Position: Whatever you needஐﻬ
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AC: 16 Modifiers: +7 to Catch Special Skills: Dang Healthy, Great Catch, Natural Flyer Lives: [heart] [heart] [heart] [heart] Final Roll: ~
And, oh, I'm losing sight, I'm losing touch All these little things seem to matter so much That they confuse me That I might lose me
Rey was surprised to see that she was among the first to come onto the pitch; the only other people there were Caty and Leon. Then again, she shouldn't be surprised, She hadn't had a good night's sleep at all; she'd been tossing and turning on her bed trying to get herself fall asleep and finally gave up sometime around five, dragging herself out of bed and trying to read until it was time for the tryouts. She tried to hold back a yawn as she approached them. "Hello," she greeted the two as she took the usual form to fill in. She gave it back quickly and moved away to do some stretches to warm up.
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Username: oyehh Character's Name: Reyna Whyte House: Slytherin Year: Third Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Enrolled Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing, Hold the Line First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position: Reserve beater
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 10:04 pm
I sold my soul to athree-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But its the devil thats trying to Hold me down, hold me down. Sneaking out the back door Make no sound.
Aimee walked onto the pitch quietly. She offered a smile and wave at Leon. Their interaction at the station had been awkward, but he hadn't walked away from her so she figured that was a plus. She had given him a year of space, how could he possibly need more space? Sure some bad s**t happened and it was partly her fault, but that didn't mean he got to just forget her existence for the rest of their lives. Despite anything he wanted to admit they had been best friends and best friends didn't bail on each other in bad situations. An entire year of space was enough space to work through everything and he would be her friend again this year. Whether he liked it or not. She quickly finished her paperwork and handed it over. She could have said something, but starting a discussion and/or fight on the pitch during tryouts was not the right time.
Position: Seeker AC: 17 Modifiers: +7 catch/spot Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 Above AC to hit 19+ to spot 22+ to catch 0-0
Username: Devlyn Maycry Character's Name: Aimee McHalen House: Slytherin Year: Fifth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 3 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes First Choice Position: Seeker Second Choice Position: Reserve Seeker? Keeper?
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I'm helpless clinging to a little bit of spine They rush me telling me I'm running out of time They shush me, walkingme across a fragile line. Knock me out Knockmeout Saying that I want more, this is what I live for I sold my soul to a three piece And he told me I was holy He had me down on both knees
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 10:16 pm
You can fake that smile For a hollowwhile But thekidsall learn Once those bridgesburn
Flick walked onto the pitch, her hands balled into fists. Her stupid roommate had deemed it necessary to move a quill from her night stand, and now Flick was all wigged out. How was it so hard to get through their stupid thick skulls that you don't touch her stuff??? She was so close to punching something.. the only thing stopping her was Phoebe talking a little sense into her and ushering her off to practice. She was trying to focus her mind on something else but her thoughts kept wandering back to the misplaced quill and how it wasn't in its correct spot. If it was in the wrong spot, she would forget it for class, and then she would not be able to take notes, and then she would fail her classes, and she needed the quill to be in the right spot. She was trying to take deep breaths but it hurt her chest to think about anything but the quill. She ruffled her hair once.... twice.... three times, and then dropped her hand to tap on her leg three times, before repeating the motions three more times. By the time she had finished her ritual, she was at the field and her mind was at least a little calmer. She quickly scribbled her answers on the forms and handed them in. Her mind was returning to the stupid quill though, and she could feel herself physically twitching. But Phoebe has said she could deck the stupid chick if she did it again so Flick proceeded to repeat her ritual silently while she waited for try-outs to start.
Position: Chaser AC: 13 Modifiers: +3 steal/throw Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 Above AC steal/throw 0-0
Username: Devlyn Maycry Character's Name: Flick Horne House: Slytherin Year: Second Advanced Flying I: Enrolled Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Anything else?
And don't be surprised If they don't buyyour lies Some of us can seethrough Your stained glasseyes
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 12:15 pm
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Kyson walked onto the field, his broom tossed over his shoulder. It was tryouts time again, and he had a good feeling about this year. Last year, they took home the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup. He was confident they could do it again this year. Unlike the other teams, they didn't lose any of their star players after graduation last term. That gave them an edge, he figured. Their starting players would be experienced, and they would already know how to play well together. Yes, they would take home the cups again this year. Kyson was sure of it. He filled out his form and handed it back to Leon before starting his stretches.
Username: The Shiny Furret Character's Name: Kyson Macclellan House: Slytherin Year: Sixth Advanced Flying I: yes Advanced Flying II: yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 5 Any Special Skill: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Another Chaser
Slytherin Chaser Nat. Flyer | Good Arm | Swift Swipe AC: 18 | Mods: +8 To the Goals: -/3 Final Roll: - - - ✪ | ✪ | ✪
Welcome to the end of eras. Ice has melted back to life. Done my time and served my sentence. Dress me up and watch me die. If it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. Dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight. And if you don't know, now you know. I'm taking back the crown. I'm all dressed up and naked. I see what's mine and take it. Finders keepers, losers weepers. Oh, yeah, the crown... So close I can taste it. I see what's mine and take it. Finders keepers, losers weepers. Oh, yeah...
Raymond Ara Yuko Fifth Year Slytherin Prefect Pureblood Parselmouth Team Chaser
Location : Pitch - Try-outs
Raymond didn’t mind playing Quidditch, even if he did question why he came out every year. All the clubs he’d joined were in the sole purpose of making friends. Though dueling gave him friends like the Umber twins (Kiley to be specific) and the fencing club gave him Savannah, he didn’t know if Quidditch had done that. Perhaps, he had Quidditch to thank for Reyna and Oliver at the very least. Okay, so maybe it had been successful.
Walking onto the pitch broom in hand Raymond, noted the decent group forming. Going over he grabbed the forum filled it out and then handed over. “Hey,” He greeted Leon. The two had been on decent terms with each other lately. He hadn’t completely screwed things up. Perhaps he did something right after the few years of complete screw ups? He gave a small smile and a wave to Cathy and the rest before going over to Reyna. “Ready for the new season…?” Raymond asked casually.
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Username: murruelecreuset Character's Name: Raymond Yuko House: Slytherin Year: Fifth Year Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 3 years Any Special Skill: Good Arm, Deft Dodger, Swift Swipe First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Anywhere else you want me I guess.
OOC: Stealing / Passing: --- - 0/3 to Goal - Total Roll: -- AC: 17 Modifiers: +7 Shooting, +7 AC, +7 Stealing, +5 Blocking (Exp + Flying) Special Skills: Good Arm, Deft Dodger, Swift Swipe Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life]
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 5:22 pm
Second Year Reserve Beater - - -
Location :Pitch - Try-outs
Kimberly was looking forward to Quidditch try-outs. Something about hitting a cannon ball at her housemates was fun. Especially a brunette girl she never liked in her year (Flick). Sadly Kimberly was one person that didn’t like others being mean to her friends. Her grudges tended to run deep. Luckily, most learned that right off the bat. She wasn’t hard to understand after being around her a bit. Rory clearly proved that as she did with him.
Unfortunately Rory wasn’t the Quidditch type, so Kimberly was on her own. Well not entirely, she totally didn’t need a crowd to watch… but her friends insisted. Grabbing a forum she filled it out like the year before and handed it in. Giving a few stretches, Kimberly really wanted to just get to it. She doubted she’d make the immediate team but that was fine, so long as she got to hit some people.
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Username: murruelecreuset Character's Name: Kimberly Leon House: Slytherin Year: Second Year Advanced Flying I: Enrolled Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: One Year Any Special Skill: Dang Healthy, Good Arm, Mean Swing First Choice Position: Beater Second Choice Position:Anything...
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Oliver bounded onto the pitch, broomstick in hand. He waved at everyone and filled out a form before joining Reyna and Raymond. "Hey, guys! Excited for tryouts?" he asked, obviously eager himself. He knew he'd be making the reserve team again, but that didn't stop him from being put in one of the games last year. Maybe that would happen again this year. Regardless, he was excited to even have tryouts running after a whole quidditchless summer that he spent with Arnie and Ivar, not that the summer was bad. It was actually quite fun and he got his first kiss, but did that count as a real kiss or was it all in good fun? He didn't know and it's been driving him mad. He needed to tell someone about it.
Armour Class: 14 Modifiers: (stealing quaffle +4) (shooting quaffle +4) Skills: Swift Swipe, Good Arm & Deft Dodger Total Roll: Post: 0/3 Lives: [1] [2] [3] Score: > than keeper Steal: > than AC Block: > than roll
Username: kiska166 Character's Name: Oliver Davis House: Slytherin Year: Third Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: No Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 2 Any Special Skill: Swift Swipe, Good Arm, Deft Dodger First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position:Reserve Chaser
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I don't quite understand a manicure But you're the only friend I'd take a shower for ♫
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 10:51 pm
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Rey paused in her stretches when Raymond approached her and she smiled at him. Him and Richard were the only friends she hadn't tried to drag into last year's mess so she found it a bit easier to talk to him knowing she didn't almost lead him to his death, even when they exchanged letters in the summer. "Hey Raymond," she greeted him, but before she could say more, they were joined by Oliver, "I'm pretty excited," she said with a somewhat weaker grin than what she normally gave out. She really was, she just hoped she didn't fall asleep on the broom and fall off, but hopefully the adrenaline and the wind would keep her awake. Rey then brightened, "hopefully we'll manage to win the cup this year again!" She was sure they could manage to do it again, even though Rey was disappointed that she wouldn't be able to personally contribute to the victory. She just had to wait until the opportunity came up, most probably next year when Tristan graduates.
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It felt like a lifetime since he last stepped on the pitch. Not just months, but years. Tristan shifted his broom and bat from one hand to the next, wiping off the nervous sweat from his palms. So far, he had avoided just about everyone he knew, but he couldn't do that here. Not when he was captain. But what if he just... resigned? Quit? Never showed up? Would the team really miss him? No. Probably not. But it would arouse more questions and he just... he couldn't deal with any of that right now.
So far, a chunk of the team had already arrived, most were stretching but some were still filling in their sheets. He greeted no one. But did notice the absence of his sister. She should have been here already... Unless Vannah was out looking for him. Oh well... Whatever. ”Stretch now while you wait; you won't get the chance again.” Tristan addressed the team with arms crossed as he took his mantle at Leon's side. He made a short gesture for the sign-in sheets Leon had, eager to double check the info on each player while coming up with the details for their mock game.
Vito was not sure exactly why he was here, it was not like he'd really be needed for the team or wanted really. But he'd figure it would be a waste of last years effort if he did not try out again. He doubted it would go anywhere but he'd at least say he tried out. He walked up to the field this time not wearing his suit to the practice game. He took the sign up sheet and wrote his information on it. "Hope I'm not late, I would hate to miss out on being pelted with cannonballs, falling off my broom and getting concussions or worse." He said in a pleasant tone despite his words he was in a somewhat good humor today.
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Username: Xistund Character's Name: Vitomir Nicoli House: Slytherin Year: Third Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Applied Years of Previous Quidditch playing: one year as a reserved player so I'm not sure how much that counts for. Any Special Skill: Sharp Eyes - used to help seekers spot the snitch Deft Dodger - used to try and avoid bludgers Great Catch - used to catch the quaffle/snitch First Choice Position: Seeker. Second Choice Position:I guess since I got put in as reserved Keeper last time might as well put that here.
Clearing his throat, Tristan called the team mates to attention. ”I'm not gonna take up too much of your time today. We're jumping straight into this, so if you have any questions, ask after. I'll separate you into two different teams, either green or silver—now we've had a bit of trouble in the past with who's on what team, so whenever your name is called to a team, please charm your shirts to the appropriate color (and help the first years too.) Afterwards, we'll run a lap around the field on foot. This year, while you're running, Leon and I will be charming rings around the field for you to fly through and practice your agility, I want you to fly three laps while trying to go through as many hoops as you can. When you're done, take your assigned positions and wait for my signal to start the game... Understood?” He waited for confirmation, even if it was a shrug or half nod, before continuing on.
”Listen up for your name! Green Team, chasers are Kyson and Oliver. Beaters are Kimberly and Leon. Seeker is Vitomir... Remember to charm your clothes green... Now for the Silver Team, we have Flick and Raymond for Chasers. For beaters will be Reyna and I. Your seeker is Aimee—”
”Wait!!! I'm here!” Savannah shouted from the sidelines causing Tristan to stop and turn. Wrinkles lined the edges of her brow and lips as she flung herself across the field, broom flailing wildly beside her. ”I was looking everywhere for you!” She snapped. Tristan quieted her down with a furious swipe of his hand.
”You're late, Savannah.” He said, dismissing every word she said. ”Hurry and sign in, since you're last, you'll fill up Green Team's keeper, and Caty,” he paused to search for the dollfaced girl in the crowd, ”You'll be keeper for Silver Team. Now run your lap while Leon and I get the agility course ready.” Tristan dismissed them with never a smile passing his lips. He stopped and barked a few orders at his sister, to get her caught up to speed, and turned back to Leon. ”Flagrante and Flamma Frigus should do the trick, innit?” He double checked shortly before mounting his broom with wand in hand.
After everything was said done and everyone was in their positions, he unleashed the bludgers, the snitch, and finally, the quaffle. "GO!" He shouted to signal the start of the game.
First years are welcome to try out! Please be aware that quidditch try outs run on a separate timeline from the rest of the guild. Meaning first years have already attended the first week of Flying Class. If you need any help, please see here for How to Play Quidditch. If you have any questions, feel free to PM myself or Diamond Wales. (P.S. Beaters; this is an open practice, meaning you can target the seekers as well as the chasers, beaters, and keepers.)
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Round One Green Team Chasers: Kyson, Oliver, Beaters: Kimberly, Leon Keeper: Savannah Seeker: Vitomir
Username: Essy ze Ninja Character's Name: Savannah Hastings House: Slytherin Year: Sixth Advanced Flying I: Yes Advanced Flying II: Yes Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 5 Any Special Skill: Good Arm, Swift Swipe, Natural Flyer First Choice Position: Chaser Second Choice Position: Any
I sold my soul to athree-piece And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But its the devil thats trying to Hold me down, hold me down. Sneaking out the back door Make no sound.
Aimee ran her laps and then flew her laps as well, going through most of the hoops provided, before she took off above the pitch to begin seeking out the snitch.
Position: SILVER Seeker AC: 17 Modifiers: +7 catch/spot Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Great Catch, Sharp Eyes Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 Above AC to hit 19+ to spot 22+ to catch 0-0
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I'm helpless clinging to a little bit of spine They rush me telling me I'm running out of time They shush me, walkingme across a fragile line. Knock me out Knockmeout Saying that I want more, this is what I live for I sold my soul to a three piece And he told me I was holy He had me down on both knees
You can fake that smile For a hollowwhile But thekidsall learn Once those bridgesburn
Flick took a deep breath, letting the running and flying calm her twitchy-ness before she had to focus on the game. When the quaffle was tossed up, she zoomed after it, reaching out to grab it first.
Position: SILVER Chaser AC: 13 Modifiers: +3 steal/throw Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Good Arm, Swift Swipe Life 1 Life 2 Life 3 Above AC steal/throw 0-0
And don't be surprised If they don't buyyour lies Some of us can seethrough Your stained glasseyes
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. xxxxxxxxx Pot kettle, pot kettle black... Watch your, watch your back
