Slytherin Quidditch Practice: Tryouts Open [[Jun-Aug 2024]]

[MJ Spooks]

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xxxQuidditch Pitch
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xxxxxxxxxSlytherins
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxExcited
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lιĸe a вolт rιgнт oυттa тнe вlυexxxxxxxxx
тнe ѕĸιeѕ alιgнт wιтн a gυιтar вιтexxxxxx
нeadѕ wιll roll and rocĸ тonιgнтxxx
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spaceWhitney noticed everyone's attention turning towards the girl, and assumed she was the team captain. He was doing fairly well at reading her lips, at least at first, but it was a lot of information to try and follow and he admittedly got lost. Once she had apparently dismissed the team, he went to her for clarification, letting her know he was deaf so that she could slow down a bit for him to read her lips more easily. He still had no idea how to interpret whatever the other seeker's name apparently was, because the lip movement associated with it seemed rather foreign. Looking at the guy, Whit wondered if he wasn't entirely human; sometimes halfbreeds had names that wizards thought were odd, according to his Mum. And sometimes wizards had names that muggles thought were odd, according to his dad.

spaceHaving received the explanation he needed, Whit ran the laps required, then flew them, and then was on his broom to try his hand at being a seeker. The other boy was obviously more experienced, though Whit had no clue how much older he was. His non-human parentage (if he had any; he certainly looked like he wasn't fully human) must be a very short race of people, he thought curiously. But, that wasn't anything to wonder about now. Now, he had a snitch to spot and maybe catch.



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xxxwe're jυѕт a вaттery ғor нιre wιтн тнe gυιтar ғιre
xxxxxxready and aιмed aт yoυ pιcĸ υp yoυr вallѕ and
xxxxxxxxxload υp yoυr cannon ғor a тwenтy one gυn ѕalυтe
xxxxxxxxxxxxғor тнoѕe aвoυт тo rocĸ we ѕalυтe yoυ


xxxSLYTHERIN SEEKERxxx
AC: 10
Skills: Sharp Eyes, Great Catch, Dang Healthy
Mods: (+2 to Spotting) (+2 to Catching)
Lives:
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Currently: Action
Final Roll #

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00 to 00
TIED

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[The Forgotten Weasley]

Hands too burnt
Sitting on the side of the road
Ain't got an honest feeling in my bones
Felt like a fever, came on like a storm
But what I felt, it can't be helped no more

CALLISTA
DULCE
HARGRAVE
pureblood slytherin │ third year │ chaser

Callista was not about to be shown up by a little boy who looked more bored than anything else.

OOC:
Position: Chaser
AC: 16
Mods: +4 Stealing, +2 Scoring
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger
Lives: (X) (X) (X)
Posts to Goal:
Number of Goals Made: 0

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Swift as a river
With a hand as hard as stone
It's hot as hell, the saying will leave you cold
I'm a believer; my word's as good as gold
But walkin' a fine line like mine you need to hold

 

[murruelecreuset]

Sixth Year
Team Beater - - -

Location : Quidditch Pitch Tryouts


One hit so far. Kimberly smiled knowing she could keep this going. She readied another shot at the targets hoping to keep the hits coming. She wanted to believe she was one of the better beaters.


Status : Focused
With : Slytherins

Attire : Tryout Clothes

OOC : Targets are 16 AC
Aiming: --- Saving: --- - Total Roll: 25 (Hit)
AC: 18
Modifiers: +8 AC, +8 Hitting
Special Skills: Dang Healthy, Deft Dodger, Mean Swing
Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life] [Life]

Hits: 2 out of 2


Aren't you quite outspoken?
In spite of that, you are still a loyal person,
One who seeks order.
I see you doing well in...
Slytherin!

 

[murruelecreuset]

Caleb Devereux
Second Year Slytherin
Middle Child

Location : Quidditch Pitch Tryouts


Caleb narrowed his eyes at the target. He was not off to a good start and that frustrated him. He wanted to get some hits on the board. If he didn't he'd be lucky to be reserve. Of course he knew the team needed backup players. Trying again he hoped to turn his luck around.


Status : Annoyed / Frustrated
With : Slytherins...

Attire : Tryout Clothes

OOC : Targets are 16 AC
Aiming: --- Saving: --- - Total Roll: 15 (miss)
AC: 13
Modifiers: +3 AC, +3 Hitting, +1 Other (Exp)
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Mean Swing, Dang Healthy
Lives: [Life] [Life] [Life] [Life]

Hits : 0 out of 2


You 'old family' children always say the same thing
And put it rather rudely as well
Didn't your parents teach you any manners?
Perhaps you'll learn some in
Slytherin!

 

[Devlyn Maycry]

Welcome to the room of people
Who have rooms of people that they loved one day
Docked away
Just because we check the guns at the door
Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades


Yancy dodged a steal attempt from his VC and actually sort of smiled at it. Apparently he wasn't half bad at this game. Weird...


Position: Beater
AC: 12
Modifiers: +2 to steal/throw
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Good Arm
Life 1 Life 2 Life 3
Above AC to hit
Below a natural 3 hit self
Above 15 to save.
2/3
0-0




We don't deal with outsiders very well
They say newcomers have a certain smell
Yeah, I trust issues, not to mention
They say they can smell your intentions

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xxxAll my friends are heathens, take it slow
xxxxxxWait for them to ask you who you know
xxxxxxxxxPlease don't make any sudden moves
xxxxxxxxxxxxYou don't know the half of the abuse
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But after all I've said, please don't forget

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[Devlyn Maycry]

You can fake that smile
For a hollow while
But the kids all learn
Once those bridges burn


Flick had happily re-explained the way the try outs were going to go when Whitney had approached her. She shouldn't have been so surprised about a deaf student. They had a blind one and a those two who had used crutches...


She was now watching the game with a close eye. She grinned when her cousin caught the snitch and gave him a thumbs up. "Good job Byuch!" She shouted, "Go ahead and release it and you and Whitney can start seeking it out again!"

Targets are 16 AC



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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[The Forgotten Weasley]

Hands too burnt
Sitting on the side of the road
Ain't got an honest feeling in my bones
Felt like a fever, came on like a storm
But what I felt, it can't be helped no more

CALLISTA
DULCE
HARGRAVE
pureblood slytherin │ third year │ chaser

Callista tried to steal once more.

OOC:
Position: Chaser
AC: 16
Mods: +4 Stealing, +2 Scoring
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger
Lives: (X) (X) (X)
Posts to Goal:
Number of Goals Made: 0

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Swift as a river
With a hand as hard as stone
It's hot as hell, the saying will leave you cold
I'm a believer; my word's as good as gold
But walkin' a fine line like mine you need to hold

 

[The Forgotten Weasley]

((Forgot to roll.))  

[The Forgotten Weasley]

Hands too burnt
Sitting on the side of the road
Ain't got an honest feeling in my bones
Felt like a fever, came on like a storm
But what I felt, it can't be helped no more

CALLISTA
DULCE
HARGRAVE
pureblood slytherin │ third year │ chaser

Callista smirked as she came away with the quaffle.

OOC:
Position: Chaser
AC: 16
Mods: +4 Stealing, +2 Scoring
Special Skills: Natural Flyer, Swift Swipe, Deft Dodger
Lives: (X) (X) (X)
Posts to Goal: 1/3
Number of Goals Made: 0

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Username

Swift as a river
With a hand as hard as stone
It's hot as hell, the saying will leave you cold
I'm a believer; my word's as good as gold
But walkin' a fine line like mine you need to hold