Amy Fox, Quidditch Coach
June 01, 2007 5:42 PM
Quidditch Championship: Crotalus vs. Pecari by Amy Fox, Quidditch Coach
Like clockwork, it was time for the Quidditch Championship once again. The weather had steadily grown warmer, the hot Arizona summer starting to come into play. Although the end of the school year was more than a month away, students were truly starting to prepare for their final examinations.Waking up somewhat earlier than usual, Amy had taken extra care to dress in clothes that would provide her with some relief during the day. It had taken her quite some time, but she had started to feel better. The color had returned to her cheeks and she had found that she had an appetite once more. The only bit of annoyance was that she still, at times, because tired easily. Having always been one to pride herself on her health and power, it was completely frustrating to her to realize that she had truly gotten sick for a bit of time.
Donning a pair of robes in a light canary yellow, Amy set to work pulling her hair away from her face. Goggles were placed in her bag and her gloves quickly made it on to her hands, fitting snuggly. Taking one last glance around her room, Amy grabbed her bag and exited.
Walking around the corner, Amy unlocked the storage closet, knowing that more than one student would be in need of a broom. She mentally went through the list of items she needed to remember this time, as she had been so foolishly forgetful the last. The game balls were checked off of her list as she withdrew her wand and magicked them to follow her on her way to the center of the pitch.
The day would be warm, but luckily the charms that regulated the weather would keep it from getting too hot. Hopefully, the players would be able to stay on their brooms for this game. The fact that that blonde from Pecari would be in this game probably meant that that most likely wouldn't happen, the girl seemed to attract Bludgers.
Noting the sun's glare, Amy put on her goggles, the special tint acting like Muggle sunglasses and relieving some of the pain. She used a sunblocking charm to keep herself from getting burned.
Students and professors were already making their way into the stands. The teams would be wrapping things up and soon entering the pitch and the game would begin. Squatting, she removed her legendary broom from its bag and straightened in time to see the teams entering. Waving the players over, she sighed. She vaguely wondered what injuries would happen this year.
When they had all approached, Amy called the captains closer and then turned to address all of the players. "Alright, you know the deal. I know it's hot, but you've got to wear your robes. How about we try and make this one a little bit less dirty than a few of the other games we've had though, eh? Foul shots will still be granted if you do something that I construe as illegal. And you've got to stay within the confines of the pitch. As you know, the game will be played until someone catches the Snitch. So, let's get this game going. Captains shake hands and then return to your places. It's time to release the balls."
Moving over to the chest of balls, Amy squatted once more, releasing the Snitch. She paused momentarily, watching as the small golden orb ascended into the air, paused and then cut a corner and flew off. She turned her attention back to the balls before her and carefully released the Bludgers, easily jumping out of the way as they darted into the air. Handling the Quaffle, she moved back to her feet and faced the students.
"Alright, on three... One. Two. Three!" At three the Quaffle was lobbed into the air as a whistle sounded simultaneously. A grin formed on her face- she had decided that the whistle would make a nice touch- as she straddled her broom and pushed off the ground.
The game had begun.
OOC: Alright you know the gist. Name, team and position in the Author line. The longer the post the better. Enjoy!
Subthreads: The Proud Pecari Bench by <font color="brown">Irene Liddowe, Reserve</font> with Irene, <font color="brown">Irene, Benchwarmer</font>
Off the starting block by <font color="brown">Saul Pierce, Chaser</font> with <font color="brown">Caedence Redoak, Chaser</font>, <font color="red">Lily, Beater</font>, <font color="red">Helena Layne, Chaser</font>, <font color="red">Earl Valentine, Keeper</font>, <font color="brown">Lizzie Lavine, Chaser</font>, <font color="brown">Irene, Broom-Wrangler</font>, <font color="brown">Lizzie, Chaser</font>, <font color="red">Earl, Keeper</font>, <font color="red">Geoffrey Spindler, Chaser</font>, <font color="red">Chrissy Mathers, Chaser</font>, <font color="red">Geoffrey S., Chaser</font>, <font color="red">Chrissy, Chaser</font>, <font color="brown">Lizzie, Pecari Chaser</font>, <font color="brown">Irene- Reserve/Chaser</font>, <font color="brown">Stephen, Pecari Keeper</font>, <font color="brown">Irene - Reserve/Chaser</font>, <font color="brown">Irene, Pecari Chaser</font>
A bundle of rage. by <font color="red">Lily Collins, Beater</font>
I feel like a forty-niner by <font color="red">Jennifer Zucchero, Seeker</font> with <font color="brown">Elly Eriksson, Seeker</font>, <s>Gwen Carey, Crotalus Beater</s>, <font color="red">Jennifer, seeker</font>, <font color="brown">Elly, Seeker</font>, Elly Eriksson, Pecari Seeker, Elly, Pecari Seeker, Caedence
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<font color="brown">Saul Pierce, Chaser</font>
June 02, 2007 10:35 PM
Off the starting block by <font color="brown">Saul Pierce, Chaser</font>
Saul was psyched. Any Quidditch game was exciting, but the championship was especially so. He'd slept poorly the night before, waking about once every hour in too-early anticipation of getting up and out to the field. He would probably crash like a drunk-driven car later this afternoon, but as of now, adrenaline was keeping him not just alert but downright hyper. The heaping spoonfuls of sugar he'd added to his cereal that morning helped, too.He'd talked with Elly and Meredith on the way out, practically bouncing as they walked and even Elly had had a hard time getting a word in edgewise as Saul talked about how great they were all going to do and that Elly was totally going to do a fantastic job with finding the snitch again.
Picking up his school broom had been accomplished without any hassle, but keeping still and quiet for the twins' speech was a bit more difficult. When the whistle finally blew and the quaffle tossed up, Saul was off like a triggered spring-loaded mousetrap, grabbing hold of the red ball as he launched up into the air.
He charged toward the Crotalus goal posts, hoping to get in a quick shot before their Keeper had really gotten settled into position. Besides, with how well Caedence did with the bludgers, it was probably better to get in as many early shots as possible while they still had three Chasers.
Spotting one of his teammates also flying near the goals, he made as if to pass to her, but at the last moment made a shot toward the leftmost hoop instead. An early lead would be a nice advantage.\r\n\r\n
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<font color="brown">Saul Pierce, Chaser</font>
Off the starting block
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<font color="brown">Caedence Redoak, Chaser</font>
June 03, 2007 6:06 PM
Right behind you by <font color="brown">Caedence Redoak, Chaser</font>
Caedence was like a tightly coiled spring right now. It was tough to stay still. This was the championship! If she lost her team this match, it was over. Pecari’s good name would be trashed forever. Even worse was it was against the Crotali, who were beating them in house points, hurting Pecari’s streak. She had to prove to herself and her team that she could do this. That she wasn’t a looser. Her father’s face swam before her eyes constantly in the weeks leading up to the game. She would prove to him that she could do something right, even something magical!Her hands sweated underneath her beaters gloves. Sure, she wasn’t a beater, but they helped her grip, besides the fact that she hadn’t been wearing them as much as she did last year. She tugged on the bottom of the glove, to get it on more firmly. She nervously smoothed her braid down, wishing it had a ribbon to bind it tighter.
She saw Saul next to her in a talkative streak with Elly and Meredith. Well good for him, to be so happy before a game! Here she was, roasting under her robes despite the pale yellow spaghetti strap shirt and brown shorts. She felt like showing a little ’team spirit’, despite her usual habit of wearing a worn t-shirt and jeans. Her broom was getting old, she noticed, and it had several broken tail-straws. She would have to either get a new one, or get a repair kit. Coach Fox’s words just rolled off her; they were always the same.
She sprang into the air, loving the way the wind whipping in her face cooled her off. She didn’t go after the quaffle as she usually did, knowing she’d probably screw it up again. She stayed close behind Saul in case anything happened. She saw him feint a pass at Lizzie, then shoot at the goals. She almost cheered out loud.
She heard a bludger coming at her, and she dodged to one side. She saw an angry beater with bat in hand. Great, the beater had a temper this game. That was just perfect. \r\n\r\n\r\n
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<font color="brown">Caedence Redoak, Chaser</font>
Right behind you
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<font color="red">Lily, Beater</font>
June 03, 2007 8:18 PM
The rage builds... by <font color="red">Lily, Beater</font>
The fact that the little twit had avoided her bludger just made Lily angrier. Not that she would expect anyone to sit there and let themselves be hit, but it didn't matter. She had the urge to speed over to the Pecari Chaser, take her beater club and knock the younger girl senseless with it. However, Lily was sensible enough to realize that would get a foul and make Pecari get a penalty shot. That was one of the last things she wanted. It wasn't as if she had any confidence in her mortal enemy to block these shots as it was and Lily felt it was for the best to keep the other team away from that end of the pitch, but unfortunately it was too late for that.It was however, perfectly within the rules of the game to take off after the bludger, and try to take down her opponent again. She could do that without penalty, hopefully.
The bludger had strayed a bit and Lily couldn't see it. This only added fuel to the growing fire inside her. Sweat trickled down her back and the fury built even more. She muttered a few swear words about her robes under her breath.
That's when she spotted the second bludger. A cruel look filled Lily's eyes and nasty smirk found its way to her lips as she sped towards it and whacked it hard at the same Pecari chaser. Take that, you little brat! Lily mentally screamed at her.\r\n\r\n
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<font color="red">Lily, Beater</font>
The rage builds...
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<font color="red">Helena Layne, Chaser</font>
June 03, 2007 11:15 PM
*hides* by <font color="red">Helena Layne, Chaser</font>
"Knock 'em dead," Anne ordered, releasing her own hair long enough to tug on Helena's."Just don't end up dead," Geoffrey added. "The day you take a Bludger to the head is the day Dad kills me."
"And no worries," Anne continued. "This is gonna be a snap for y'all - you've already beaten the best team Sonora has to offer." Helena laughed weakly, not reminding her friend of Aladren's long losing streak. Anne was joking, now, but even she admitted that she took insults to her team as the lowest sort of personal shots at herself. Helena, for some reason, didn't fancy getting decked before the game.
"G'luck," Geoff said, clapping her on the shoulder. For any other member of her family, that was roughly the equivalent of a full hug; Geoff had gotten antsy about showing much in the way of affection a few years earlier.
Then, just like that, they were gone.
Helena went to join her team, her stomach feeling like some dolt had filled it up with lead. She hadn't gotten sick the way she had before the Aladren game, but she felt almost as nervous. The Cravens, after all, had no reason to leave her head intact, and this was the Championship. This was Anne's life's dream and one of Sonora's bigger stature-type things. She didn't fool herself that anything hung on her - she was a Chaser, and not even an especially good one - but she still wanted to do well for the House. The time leading up to Fox's speech was spent biting her lips.
At least the speech didn't give her much to worry about. It was a given that she was wearing her uniform, even with the weather, and she certainly didn't intend to cheat. Cheating and other forms of rule-breaking were so...cheap. Not quite the word she'd wanted, but it would do. Her nerves steadied up a bit as the captains were instructed to shake hands. It was the game, and while messing up was bad enough, doing so because she was anxious about messing up was even worse.
Saul Pierce was, unfortunately, a little quicker to get the Quaffle than any of the Crotali, though his backup gave her a little hope. Caedence attracted more Bludgers than fourth years in Crotalus did attention; if she stayed close to the Quaffle-bearer, they might both be taken out of the game in quick succession. For the meantime, however, the action was moving towards the Crotalus goals. Keeping one eye open for Bludgers and her teammates, she moved with it.
Unless she had suicidal tendencies so well-concealed that even she didn’t know about them, there was nothing she could do to gain any control over what the Quaffle was doing. Since she was fairly sure she’d know if she had a death wish and Saul was only faking a pass which could have opened up some options, she thought that the best thing to do was to stay open to catching if Earl managed the save. Keeping away from the Bludgers heading for Caedence sounded like a swell idea, too.\r\n\r\n
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<font color="red">Helena Layne, Chaser</font>
*hides*
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<font color="red">Earl Valentine, Keeper</font>
June 06, 2007 3:09 AM
Keeping an eye on the goals by <font color="red">Earl Valentine, Keeper</font>
Earl made it on to the pitch in record time and pretty much ignored his surroundings. He vaguely remembered Eavan wishing him good luck as he walked over to the field. But that was it. He didn't remember waking up. He didn't remember what he had for breakfast(or if he had breakfast at all) and he didn't remember putting on his Quidditch gear and leaving the school. All that was in his head was Quidditch.As soon as the quaffle left it's box, Earl never took his eyes off of it. Since coming to this school, he had never known Crotalus to win the Championship. And now they had a chance. When the whistle blew, Earl took a deep breath and launched himself into the air and towards his posts.
To keep himself in the game, he began circling the goals, keeping an eye on the quaffle. That little Pecari chaser had it. Saul, was it? Who cares. Earl eyed him like a hawk. Saul, or whatever his name was, passed it to Lizzie. No wait! He still had it! Earl lunged after the quaffle, banging his shoulder and knee up against the goal. He grabbed it just before the quaffle made it into the hoop.
Earl took a very deep breath and grinned. Ignoring the throbbing pain in his right shoulder and knee, he passed it to the nearest red blur he could find.
And then Earl went back to circling the posts.\r\n\r\n
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<font color="red">Earl Valentine, Keeper</font>
Keeping an eye on the goals
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<font color="red">Helena Layne, Chaser</font>
June 07, 2007 10:14 PM
Chasing the Quaffle...sort of. by <font color="red">Helena Layne, Chaser</font>
There was something about the moment when the Quaffle began its trip from a Chaser's hand to the goal, or so Helena had always observed. The game stayed almost desperately fast at all times, but to her, that particular moment always seemed to pass in a kind of non-visual slow motion. The wince that appeared as Earl collided with the goalpost mid-save turned into a wide smile when the shot failed. The first few moves of the game would have been better if they had involved the Crotali taking the Quaffle and scoring, but it still wasn't a bad start to things."Good one, Earl!" Helena called, tossing her head to remove the end of her ponytail from the top of her spine. The heat wasn't as bad as it sometimes got in the summers back home, but it was slightly uncomfortable, and the way her hair was poking her was irritating. It fell right back into place. A second later, the Quaffle was heading straight for her. She automatically put up her hands to catch it and did so.
She was close to the Crotalus goals and Pecari Chasers. It didn't take an exceptional amount of intelligence to tell, she thought, that moving was a good idea, unless the point was to help the enemy out. Turning and starting to move in the opposite direction, she got the best grip she could on the Quaffle and tried to keep an eye on all directions for steal attempts and pass options.
It didn't take long to see, or at least think she saw, one of the Pecaris trying to close in on her, though it was as difficult as ever to say anything for sure while riding on a fast-moving broomstick. Moving as far to the side as she thought she could without losing her balance, Helena threw the Quaffle to the first red uniform she saw, hoping she'd aimed for another Chaser and that the pass wouldn't end up intercepted by one of the Pecaris.\r\n\r\n
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Chasing the Quaffle...sort of.
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<font color="brown">Lizzie Lavine, Chaser</font>
June 08, 2007 1:56 AM
Catching the quaffle... for real. by <font color="brown">Lizzie Lavine, Chaser</font>
Lizzie knew that this day had been coming for a while now. The Championship match was nothing new to the Pecari Qudditch team, but Liz was unsure how all of it would go over, what with Crotalus and Pecari going head to head. Going up against your best friend's team usually created problems, especially in a sport like quidditch. An argument between friends over the wounding of the other's teammate wasn't a situation Lizzie wanted to be in. She had kept mum on the subject around Jen, and after a quick breakfast that morning, Lizzie found herself in the changing rooms of the pitch, avoiding any chance of talking to the opposing team captain.Once dressed in her brown and gold robes with her hair pulled back into a tight french braid, Lizzie was ready to begin the match. The usual opening remarks were made by the coach, and there was a hand shake, and then, before she knew it, the whistle was blown, and the quaffle was in the air. Lizzie whooped when Saul got his hands on the leather ball, and keeping a loose mark on one of the far opposing chaser, she watched as he attempted a goal.
Though unsuccessful, the goal attempt turned out to be a positive thing. One of the chasers she'd been marking now had the quaffle, and Lizzie was closing tight in on her. The other chaser leaned over to the side and launched the wuaffle towards another red-clad chaser, but Lizzie was too quick. She immediately abandoned defense, and cut between the two Crotalus chasers, the quaffle settled tightly in one of her arms. Lizzie took a quick check, and 180'd around to head back towards the recently attempted goals. She spotted Saul and Caedence not too far away, and silently called them to follow her. The keeper had been on his toes earlier, but there was always the chance that he could be caught off-guard. \r\n\r\n
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<font color="brown">Lizzie Lavine, Chaser</font>
Catching the quaffle... for real.
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<font color="brown">Saul, Chaser</font>
June 08, 2007 12:56 PM
Follow the leader by <font color="brown">Saul, Chaser</font>
For every moment the Quaffle sailed toward the Crotalus goals, Saul's muscles coiled tighter and tighter with increasing anticipation of being able to shout and cheer. Earl was moving to intercept, though, and at the last moment, the Keeper managed to deflect the ball and see to that only part of Earl himself made it through the hoop."No!" Saul denied the evidence of his eyes for just a moment, but when the Quaffle got tossed toward one of the opposing Chasers, he was back in the game. He started after the tag team of Helena and Lizzie, but he was just a little too far back to be of any use until Lizzie intercepted an attempted pass and signaled for him and Caedence to follow her.
He made the requisite turn on his broom (he really had to get one of his own soon) and did as instructed. "Right behind you," he called out to her as he fell in line. Assuming his function was to protect her from bludgers and Crotalus Chasers, he kept a peeled eye out for anything or anybody incoming as they made their way back toward Earl and the goals.\r\n\r\n
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<font color="brown">Saul, Chaser</font>
Follow the leader
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<font color="brown">Caedence, Chaser</font>
June 08, 2007 6:13 PM
Whee!!!! by <font color="brown">Caedence, Chaser</font>
Caedence wasn't keeping her head in the game. Moments after a bludger assaulted her, another followed hit by an angry Crotalus. Focused on the goal posts as she was, she almost didn't see, or hear, it coming at her. When she did, it was almost too late. She gave her broom a small burst of speed, but the bludger clipped her brush. She was sent spinning, trying as hard as she could to hold on to her broomhandle. She finally stopped spinning, and was fighting the urge to loose her lunch, when she noticed the game was moving without her.Lizzie had the quaffle (what happened to the goal? Did they score?) and was looking to them with an apparent command to follow in her face. She nodded at Lizzie with fierce determination in her eyes. Next to her Saul hollered. Mentally shaking herself, she was glad her moment of dizziness had passed. She urged her broom forward, noticing in dismay that it lagged, drifting to one side. No! She wasn't going to be useless!
"I'm here if you need me, Lizzie!" She hollered when she caught up a few feet to her right, and down slightly. "I know you can make this one!" She smiled apologetically at Saul. She guessed that they had missed, since none of her team was hooting or hollering. She kept her eyes always roaming, looking for any bludgers (or angry beaters for that matter.) She wasn't going to let her mind wander again. \r\n\r\n
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<font color="brown">Caedence, Chaser</font>
Whee!!!!
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<font color="red">Lily, Beater</font>
June 08, 2007 7:15 PM
Eh...more rage... by <font color="red">Lily, Beater</font>
Okay, so the little twerp was still on her broom,even though the bludger had struck it which just served to make Lily more angry. Why won't she fall off? She mentally swore at her opponent and went to retrieve the bludger so she could have another go at it.At least the moron didn't let it through. Lily didn't know what she would have done if he'd let them score. Well, she could certainly think of a few things, none of them pleasant. Lily was pretty good with curses after all. Right now, however, she'd have rather directed them at the other team. A nice petrifying curse would render them unable to play. Unfortunately, that would be illegal.
It had to be the heat, that had to be why Lily was thinking of these underhanded tactics. She couldn't help it, every little move the other team made was annoying her. She just wanted to knock them off anyway she could.
However, as Lily approached the bludger she'd hit at the Pecari chaser, she saw something that lifted her spirits. Gwen was trying to take out the opposing seeker. She grinned. The younger girl had turned out to be a credit to the team after all. Lily hoped with everything in her that the bludger would hit.
No sooner was she perked up by this then her blood began to boil again. She had been about to hit the bludger at the younger Pecari a third time when Lily noticed that Lizzie had intercepted Helena's pass. She swore again, and knocked the bludger at Lizzie as hard as she could.\r\n\r\n
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Eh...more rage...
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<font color="brown">Saul, Chaser</font>
June 09, 2007 9:53 AM
Taking one for the team by <font color="brown">Saul, Chaser</font>
Saul heard it before he saw it. A Bludger getting whacked with a wooden stick was something all Quidditch players learned to recognize very quickly. A quick look around showed Caedence a little behind and below and Lily The Beater off to the side. A bludger was heading towards Lizzie.Not good, Saul thought as he sped up to put himself between the bludger and his Quaffle bearing teammate. How to do this without dying or being thrown from his broom . . . Well, Bludgers chased after players that got too close, right? That was the theory.
So Saul got in the way and got too close, then tried to distract it away from Lizzie by angling away from her. Unfortunately, he misjudged the bludger's speed and it rammed into the back of his broom. Saul cried out as the old school broom shuddered and cracked ominously under the force of impact.
Even after he recovered from the initial collision, it was all Saul could do to keep on it. It juked around randomly and seemed unable to hold his weight anymore. He was pretty sure he'd successfully intercepted and diverted the attack on Lizzie, but he was losing altitude fast. Not as fast as gravity - he had a controlled fall going on - but the damage to the broom was far too extensive for him to be able to continue playing on it.
His landing wasn't the best he'd ever had, but he was on his feet with just a little soreness in his ankles from hitting ground with the same force as if he'd jumped off a stage. "New broom!" he called out, running toward the Pecari bench, with his cracked broom in hand. "Mine broke!"\r\n\r\n
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Taking one for the team
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<font color="brown">Irene, Broom-Wrangler</font>
June 09, 2007 11:24 AM
*tosses broom* by <font color="brown">Irene, Broom-Wrangler</font>
Irene jumped up from the bench as she saw the Crotalus seeker hit a bludger angrily at Lizzie. Irene actually threw her hands over her mouth as Saul swooped in to intercept the bludger. The bludger slammed into the end of his broom causing his to slowly head down to earth. He needs a new broom! Irene thought quickly. She bent down and grabbed a broom from the spot next to her, running towards Saul.Saul shouted over, "New broom! Mine broke!" Irene tossed him the new broom and took the broken one from his hands.
"Go get 'em!" she called over her shoulder, heading back to the bench. This game was intense, man! She was a little worried about all of the bludgers everywhere. Eve-ry-where! Speaking of bludgers... Irene looked up, searching for Elly. The Crotalus seeker was back to searching and Irene guessed that the bludger had either missed, been dodged, or something other than the above...\r\n\r\n
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<font color="brown">Irene, Broom-Wrangler</font>
*tosses broom*
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<font color="brown">Caedence, Chaser</font>
June 09, 2007 1:08 PM
Didn't we learn last game not to chase bludgers? by <font color="brown">Caedence, Chaser</font>
Was that beater just out to kill them all? It wasn’t enough just to make two attempts to injure Caedence, but Lily had to go and attack Lizzie! What was wrong with her? Was she in a bad mood? Well whatever mood she was in put Caedence herself in a full out rage. Her eyes met in a challenging glare as she focused on Lizzie.They widened in shock, however, to see Saul getting in the way of the bludger. “SAUL! STUPID!” She hollered at him. Then he was going down. Was he crazy? Her own broom wasn’t functioning right, drifting as it was, but his just got totaled! Her gaze flicked off of Saul and back to Lizzie. Faintly she heard Irene’s and Saul’s voices below. Good, he wasn’t permanently injured. But he was down on the ground, which didn’t help those in the air.
She sped up as much as her broom would allow her and drew even with Lizzie’s right side. “Careful, I think Lily won’t stop until she kills us.” She said just loud enough to be heard above the rushing wind. Her eyes were fiercely scanning the field, lingering on the goal posts and Lizzie whenever her gaze passed them. Now wasn’t the time to be hit. This wasn’t going to be like last year’s championship, she’d make sure of that. This time, Pecari would win!\r\n\r\n\r\n
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<font color="brown">Caedence, Chaser</font>
Didn't we learn last game not to chase bludgers?
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<font color="brown">Lizzie, Chaser</font>
June 09, 2007 5:32 PM
Yes, <i>you</i> did. by <font color="brown">Lizzie, Chaser</font>
Focus, Lizzie was repeating over and over again in her head, Focus on the goals, and everything else will come into place. It was while she was still mentally chanting this mantra when a series of events happened so quickly, Lizzie barely had time to react. First, she heard the tell-tale far-off whizzing of a speeding bludger, then the hard thud of metal making contact with wood. Letting only a slight gasp escape, Lizzie watched from the corner of her eye as Saul began to lose altitude. It was so dangerous, what he had done to block a bludger and attempt to pull it from her."Yeah, we'll all have to watch it!" she yelled back at Caedence, cursing that stupid Lily for her insatiability towards killing chasers. Looking back around, she saw Saul gently crash-land, thankful that he made it to the ground okay after such a potentially devastating hit. The bench seemed to be quick with a new broom to supply him with, and Lizzie knew that Saul would be back in the air in moments. With that in mind, Lizzie didn't hesitate to focus back on the task at hand.
She took a quick scan of the area, and still flying fast towards the goals, Lizzie got a good look at the layout. She didn't see too many options, but the probability of making a good shot and still getting possession of the quaffle on a rebound looked good. So, giving a nod to Caedence, Lizzie took off towards the left-most goals, getting so close it was almost unthinkable that she would shoot for another goal. But at the last moment, Lizzie jerked right, pushed her broom as fast as it would go, and shot on a fly-by. Her angle was good, her shot fast, and without any keeper intervention, it was good for a goal. \r\n\r\n
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<font color="brown">Lizzie, Chaser</font>
Yes, <i>you</i> did.
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<font color="red">Lily, Beater</font>
June 11, 2007 2:15 AM
But not any lessons on not increasing my rage by <font color="red">Lily, Beater</font>
The good news was that Lily's bludger had hit Saul's broom and wrecked it, taking him out to get a new broom, meaning he had to go get another one and was not in the air briefly. However, there was far much more bad news, as Saul would still be returning to the game, she'd missed her target, Lizzie had gone for another goal, and Gwen's bludger had missed the Pecari seeker.She gritted her teeth and glared angrily at the Pecari Chasers, flying towards the bludger again as the sun bore down on her. All the while she was considering who to send the bludger after. Gwen was taking care of the Seeker and would hopefully keep trying at it. Lily saw no point in going after Stephen unless Crotalus went for a goal. (Besides, she felt a bit more guilty over it now, because of what happened to him. Not that she'd show a bit of mercy if it would help Crotalus score.) As for aiming at the opposing beaters, Lily knew how utterly stupid that was. That was the mistake the Aladren beater had made when he tried to take her out. It was like giving them a gift. That left Chasers, who were currently being very annoying and making her mad. Therefore, they were the ones she was going after.
Besides, Lizzie had just tried to score again. That rather enraged Lily. The whole attitude they had seemed like they were thinking, Who is she to try and take us out ? Like they thought Earl should just let them score. That Jennifer shouldn't try for the snitch. That Crotalus should just lie down and let them win and Lily would have none of it! This was what beaters did and this was what she'd continue to do! Not that she expected them not to try to score, but they certainly shouldn't expect that she wouldn't try to stop them. That little twerpy second year seemed especially smug and bratty.
Lily reached the bludger in one big sweaty mess. Her back was hot, her arms were hot, her neck was hot, her face was hot and every other thing was hot except the look in her eyes, which was pure ice as she glared at Lizzie with the most evil look she'd ever given anyone who wasn't Earl or a maternal relative and hit the bludger towards her fellow fifth year harder than she'd ever hit one before.
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But not any lessons on not increasing my rage
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<font color="red">Earl, Keeper</font>
June 12, 2007 1:26 AM
Try some anger management by <font color="red">Earl, Keeper</font>
Earl had not let up his strategy of circling the hoops like a vulture. The entire time he kept his eye on the quaffle. Sadly, his strategy was making him rather dizzy, but he was keeping for Crotalus...the best team ever (in his opinion), so he could deal with a little dizziness.Suddenly, Lizzie had the quaffle again. She was heading straight toward him. Weren't any of the beaters going to stop her? She was heading for the left goal. Earl tightened his grip and sped towards her, aiming to block her before getting too close. Just as he passed in front of the left hoop, Earl saw the quaffle go to the right...straight into a goal.
Earl groaned audibly and pointed his broom downward. If he sped up enough, he could still beat Lizzie back to the quaffle. A few seconds later, he had the quaffle safely tucked under his arm as he returned to playing height. With anger rushing through him, Earl threw the ball very forcefully to the closest Crotalus chaser. If Jenny didn't catch the snitch...well, he didn't know what would happen, but it would be very brutal and very loud...and maybe throwing a thing or two.\r\n\r\n
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Try some anger management
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<font color="red">Geoffrey Spindler, Chaser</font>
June 12, 2007 9:12 PM
A bit of payback by <font color="red">Geoffrey Spindler, Chaser</font>
Geoffrey had walked down the the Pitch that day in good spirits on the whole. A championship game was nothing to scoff about it. He just felt a little bad about it being against his cousin. Stephen still seemed to be having some trouble with the whole thing that had happened over the holidays, and Geoffrey really couldn't blame him. And then there was the situation with his friends and his girlfriend...But, this wasn't about family or anything like that. This was about doing Jennifer proud and winning another game. And Quidditch.
If only the Pecari Chasers would be a little less the well oiled machine. Were they reading each others minds to pull of the formations they were managing? Two attempts at goal and... they'd got on in. Geoffrey was determined to even the score, and, with a glance up the other end of the pitch, he didn't think it would be too difficult. Stephen was there, but his mind didn't seem quite on the game. Geoffrey would have to make it up to him though, somehow. During summer, when it looked like he'd be heading back to his Aunt's place again.
Having moved close into the goal as Elizabeth went for her second attack run, Geoffrey was closest when it came to Earl passing the Quaffle back into the action. He caught it a little awkwardly as he hadn't expected it to be thrown with quite so much force, but got his grip sorted out and turned back the way he intended to go. Where was, ah. What they needed to do was get this ball moving, and moving fast, while Saul was still getting back into the game, Elizabeth was up this end and Caedence was ... Caedence. Having located another player up ahead, and through an open bit of space, Geoffrey leaned back and hurled the Quaffle forward in a pass.
He didn't bother to wait to see it flying forward or being caught, instead leaning into his broom and speeding forward to help out if it proved necessary.\r\n\r\n
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A bit of payback
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<font color="red">Chrissy Mathers, Chaser</font>
June 12, 2007 9:19 PM
Always a good time by <font color="red">Chrissy Mathers, Chaser</font>
OOC: Hey guys, just letting you know that the quaffle hogging without leaving us some room for stealing, blocking, or intercepting isn’t all that fair. Unless you want us to go Sue on you, cos I’m sure we can do that. BIC:Chrissy had no idea how it was that the Crotalus had made it into the Championship with the Pecaris. They had been the team that was in the last place since as long as she could remember and had only won their very first game against the Aladren. How that qualified them to be in the Championship, Chrissy couldn’t be certain (just as she couldn’t be certain as to how she got the Prefect badge), but she wasn’t about to open her mouth and outright ask it either. She knew Jennifer was riding on their last win and this Championship meant the world to her.
It also seemed to mean the world to the Pecaris as well. Their loss last year seemed to make them even more aggressive as ever before. They were conniving and ruthless (despite their house supposedly being fun and full of energy). It was amazing how quickly people could change when it came to the game of Quidditch.
Everything in the air was going by rather quickly. It only seemed like a split second for the Crotalus to have the quaffle when suddenly the Pecaris had it and not once, but twice tried for a goal and got it in on the second time around. Chrissy had to sigh, but not keep herself from getting distracted by everything. Truth was, this was never going to be an easy game.
Chrissy watched as Geoff got the quaffle, happy to see whatever stunts he had pulled over midterm hadn't effected him on the field. She was flying steadily by when she saw him toss it her way. Without hesitation, Chrissy caught the quaffle with ease and took off down the opposite end of the pitch towards Stephen.
She weaved through the players, just bypassing a bludgers and the closer she got to the Pecari goal, Chrissy looked to her left, noticed a red player and threw the quaffle in their direction.\r\n\r\n
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Always a good time
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<font color="red">Geoffrey S., Chaser</font>
June 12, 2007 9:45 PM
Of course, naturally by <font color="red">Geoffrey S., Chaser</font>
Geoffrey had caught up with Chrissy and was keeping pace for the time being, pacing her and trying to avoid getting caught up in any trouble with the other players. She'd managed to make it to about halfway down the field, and Geoffrey was starting to feel slightly nervous about the Pecari players. Ash and Sorrel, the Beater Captains had themselves a reputation, although it hadn't been quite so apparent in recent games, and the Chasers, well, they seemed to have a magical gift for showing up right when you didn't want them to. And their stealing was notorious.So Geoffrey was poised and about as ready as he could be for anything. Well, anything he could think of at the moment. Which turned out just as well, as the Quaffle was sent his way for a second time. Geoffrey caught it, and immediately changed course so he was on a lower path, skimming across the ground for a moment before heading up again, moving further left to minimise the directions he could be attacked from. He had no intention of having that Quaffle taken from him. No intention of letting the Captain down, now that he had his chance.
But by now all three Pecari Chasers were probably back in the air, and the beaters had been quiet for too long. It was making him a bit nervous, so, while upping the speed a bit more - this broom could really move when he wanted it to - he took a look around for other red-clad players and spotting another of the Chasers, set the Quaffle spinning off towards them.
Feeling a little less like there was a giant target on his back, he continued onwards. There was still a chance he would be needed again before the goal was made.\r\n\r\n
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<font color="red">Geoffrey S., Chaser</font>
Of course, naturally
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<font color="red">Chrissy, Chaser</font>
June 12, 2007 9:55 PM
Ho ho ho by <font color="red">Chrissy, Chaser</font>
Chrissy was happy to find that it was Geoff who had grabbed the quaffle and not another Pecari there for the steal. It seemed like they had luck on their side for the moment with all of this. Chrissy was rather delighted that Geoff was taking the lead in this game. It meant that he was really ready for the charge if he needed to take it.She followed him slightly off to the right of him and a bit above when he went lower. As he raised higher in the air, Chrissy backed off and moved away from him in order to separate them so that they weren't quite so easy as targets for the Pecari Beaters. Chrissy really did not need any broken bones at the moment.
Her hazel eyes stared hard at Geoff, watching his every move as he flew. Occasionally her eyes would move around to locate the beaters, chasers, and bludgers, before they made their way back to Geoff. They were making it ever so closer to the Pecari goals and, much to Chrissy's surprise, Geoff handed the quaffle back to her. Having been slightly off guard with the catch, Chrissy juggled a moment with the quaffle before finally settling it tightly in the nook of her arm and leaned herself lower to her broom.
As she moved closer to the goals, Chrissy noticed a red chaser nearby and, instead of trying for the shot that she knew the Pecaris would be expecting, Chrissy did a fast pass to the red chaser and zoomed right on by the goals. If Stephen or any of the Pecari chasers had been keeping so close an eye on her, it might give the other red chaser the perfect moment to score.\r\n\r\n
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Ho ho ho
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<font color="red">Geoffrey S., Chaser</font>
June 12, 2007 10:14 PM
And here we go by <font color="red">Geoffrey S., Chaser</font>
OOC: for yes, I am a poet. BIC:And there was the moment. The moment he'd been waiting for. The moment that Geoffrey had been praying for. Or praying not for, depending on who he thought of. For Jennifer, and for Crotalus, he wanted to get this goal. For Stephen, he didn't want to do this. It felt wrong, cruel even. They'd talked after Stephen's last game when he'd mentioned how glad he was that he hadn't had to really do anything. But, this was Quidditch, and there were times when one had to put things like that aside.
Geoffrey, waiting just outside the scoring zone, caught the Quaffle deftly and as soon as Chrissy had passed the goals moved in. He took advantage of her run and any confusion it might have led to, heading for the far goal and sending the Quaffle as hard as he could manage towards it before looking around to see if Jennifer had seen.
Watching the Quaffle wasn't going to make a difference to whether it made it through. Seeing Jennifer's expression was something else entirely.\r\n\r\n
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And here we go
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<font color="brown">Lizzie, Pecari Chaser</font>
June 13, 2007 11:00 AM
Well, that was a lot of red right there... by <font color="brown">Lizzie, Pecari Chaser</font>
The near-silent whistle of a quaffle gliding through one of the goals was music to Lizzie's ears. She let out a yell at the goal, and then looked immediately back to the game. Earl had retrieved the ball, and now it was on a path down the field through the hands of two Crotalus Chasers, Chrissy and Geoff. Alright, she said to herself, trying to focus her resolve, Let's go get'em! She hadn't moved so much as a few feet when that all-too treacherous noise reached her ears, and then began to get louder.Whipping her head around, Lizzie spotted the bludger, coming at her with bat-out-of-hell fury. By that time, the metal ball was already too close and coming to fast for her to do much of anything. As a last-ditch attempt, she barrel-rolled to her right. For a split second, Lizzie thought she had cleared the bludger, but then an odd sensation called her attention to her left hand, which had lost grip of the broom in the process of rolling out of the way. With a sickening crack, the bludger had made contact with her left wrist.
The pain was so sharp and so unexpected that Lizzie let out a high-pitched, agonizing scream. The combined factors of being caught off-guard and the speed at which her hand had flung out created the most intense pain she'd ever experienced. It felt like someone had very violently snapped her wrist in two. Her body instantly jerked the injured hand back inwards, and her right hand held it there. Lizzie's vision became blurry, her eyes clouded with tears from the searing pain. Her mind no longer registered that fact that she was in a game, and everything seemed to stop around her. Even the thought of Chrissy and Geoff tag-teaming to score was eliminated from her mind; all it could deal with was trying to manage the pain.
Somewhere, deep in the still-functioning rational part of her brain, Lizzie acknowledged that she had to get herself out of the sky and on the ground. Without too much effort, Lizzie slowly lost altitude. Get on the ground, the rational voice said, Get out of the way; your team will be fine without you. With that in mind, Lizzie continued downward, breathing heavily and trying not to jolt her left hand.
Nearing the ground, she managed to cry out through sporadic gasps, "Medic!"\r\n\r\n
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<font color="brown">Lizzie, Pecari Chaser</font>
Well, that was a lot of red right there...
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<font color="brown">Saul, Pecari Chaser</font>
June 13, 2007 11:49 AM
I was thinking the same thing by <font color="brown">Saul, Pecari Chaser</font>
Saul caught the not-broken broom Irene tossed his way and handed the damaged one over to her. "Thanks!" he exclaimed, too used to shouting over the wind and too pumped up on adrenaline to keep his voice down even though she was right next to him.Then he was on his broom and climbing back into the air. As he left the ground, he saw Lizzie shot to score, and a few moments later the Pecari supporters in the stands exploded with cheers as the goal went in. Saul screamed in encouragement and victory as well. His sacrifice had won them a goal.
He saw the Quaffle get tossed to Geoff, but he was still far too close to the ground to be able to do anything about it. He flew after them, gaining altitude as he flew toward the Pecari goals. He was breifly distracted by a scream and Saul turned to see Lizzie gripping her wrist and going down just as he was coming up. Down one Chaser. At least they had Irene standing by. Hopefully, he hadn't just taken the only broom they had over by the Pecari bench.
Focusing back on the game now, since that was the only thing he could currently do anything about, he looked for Geoff again since he'd had the Quaffle last Saul had seen. It was in Chrissy's hands now, though, but she was just sending it back Geoff's way. Again, Saul was much too far away to intercept.
Saul sped up anyway as tried to reach them, but by the time he did, they'd exchanged the Quaffle between them twice more and the ball was already flying toward one of the side hoops and there was nothing he could to stop it.
The only thing he could do was make himself available for a pass if and when Stephen caught it.\r\n\r\n
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I was thinking the same thing
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<font color="brown">Caedence</font>
June 13, 2007 1:45 PM
We should add some brown, then by <font color="brown">Caedence</font>
What in the world was going on? Caedence could swear one moment she was letting out a triumphant whoop of joy, and the next the ball was at the other end of the pitch. She had let herself be distracted by the bludger smashing into Lizzie’s wrist was probably the problem. She uttered a steady stream of words no twelve year old should know (but her teenaged opponents at home loved to use) as she moved her broom to face the goals.As she struggled to catch up to Geoffery and Chrissy, her brain was working overdrive. Okay, what did Pecari have right now? A substitute chaser that was no doubt on her way. A bludger-magnet with a halfway broken broom. And Saul. While Saul was an awesome chaser, she knew she couldn’t pick up the slack that Lizzie’s injury left, and Irene wasn’t battle-tried yet, so to speak. So, all in all, if Elly couldn’t catch the snitch, they were completely done for!
She narrowed her eyes as she focused on the chasers getting closer and closer to the Pecari goals. If the quaffle made it down there, there was just no way that Stephen would catch it! Caedence, after rumors and newspapers had finally drawn her attention to the fact, knew that his break was a living hell. She doubted that his head was even in the game right now. She let out one final swear when she saw the red ball fly out towards Stephen.
She rested, hovering, near Saul. “Hey, are you taking the quaffle when Stephen makes his save?” She said, just barely loud enough to be heard. She knew it was going to be a long shot, but she could hope, “Irene should be coming in soon, too,” she grinned with a predatory gleam, “We should show these Crotali that just ’cause we lost last year doesn’t mean we aren’t the best dang team out there!”\r\n\r\n\r\n
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We should add some brown, then
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<font color="brown">Irene- Reserve/Chaser</font>
June 13, 2007 5:06 PM
Let's. by <font color="brown">Irene- Reserve/Chaser</font>
Oh... my... God... Irene thought as she watched the bludger slam into Lizzie's wrist. Irene winced as she watched Lizzie holding her wrist in obvious severe pain. Irene suddenly felt the excited butterflies turn to nervous butterflies. Lizzie was too hurt to go back in... That only meant...Oh... my... God...
Irene grabbed a broom and raced onto the pitch. Crotalus was heading towards the goal and Pecari only had two people in the air. The nervous feeling in her stomach was slowly turning into determination, slowly. Pecari had to win and just because she was a reserve didn't mean she wasn't going to give it 200%. Irene kicked off as hard as she could and raced into the sky. The team was at the Pecari end of the pitch and the shot was heading towards goal. And the nerves were back...
As nervous as she was, she couldn't help but notice how amazing flying felt in the hot Arizona sun. The wind really helped cool you off after sitting in the sun.
Grab it, Stephen! You can do it! She thought. The wind blew through her brown hair as she came nearer to her teammates.
“Irene should be coming in soon, too,”
"Here!" Irene shouted over to them to let them know she was filling in. She tried to calm herself down with random advice Uncle Mike had given her. Unfortunately, the "It's okay! This isn't the World Cup!" wasn't working to well. This was the Quidditch Championship! Big. Deal. Note the lack of sarcasm. But nerves weren't going to help right now. She needed to focus. Nerves were only a thing she would come to regret later. Nevertheless, an early catch of the snitch would be much appreciated.
“We should show these Crotali that just ’cause we lost last year doesn’t mean we aren’t the best dang team out there!”
There. Motivation to the max. Suddenly the nerves were decreasing and the determination was back. Newly excited at the prospect of playing, actually playing made Irene grin. She let out a whoop of appreciation to Caedence's comment and said,
"Let's go get 'em, then!"\r\n\r\n
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Let's.
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<font color="red">Lily, Crotalus Beater</font>
June 13, 2007 6:07 PM
How about more red? As in your blood. by <font color="red">Lily, Crotalus Beater</font>
Lily scowled deeply as Lizzie scored. She felt the instinctive desire to hex Earl into oblivion, but really there had been no possible way for him to block it. However, she could always hex him later if she felt so inclined, the really deserving target of her rage was Lizzie,not him anyway.That's why Lily's face lit with bitter triumph as her bludger hit the Pecari Chaser in the wrist. The way things looked, it didn't seem as if Lizzie would be returning either. Unfortunately Pecari had a reserve who'd have to go in now, which totally sucked. Lily was going to have to just try to take her out. The reserve was a firstie and therefore, would not have the experience Lizzie had. That put Crotalus at an advantage as well. Not to mention that Lily was certainly not going show her a bit if mercy. Nobody on the other team deserved a bit of it, except maybe Stephen, and he only was getting it as far as she wasn't going after him unless she needed to. If Crotalus went for a shot, Lily would aim the bludger at him. After all, if Pecari could leave it impossible for Earl to block it, she could do the same to them.
No sooner had it hit, than Lily was after it again. A malicious glint in her eyes, she hurled the bludger at the new girl. There was no better way to greet someone who had just entered the game on the opposing team and had probably not completely yet got their bearing than a nice bludger speeding towards them.\r\n\r\n
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How about more red? As in your blood.
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<font color="brown">Stephen, Pecari Keeper</font>
June 13, 2007 6:34 PM
Sorry to do this this way (ooc) by <font color="brown">Stephen, Pecari Keeper</font>
OOC: I had actually written a post, but my computer froze and then restarted before I could save it elsewhere (yeah, yeah, Mia. I know *you're* laughing over my stupidity in writing it in the box here). I haven't got the time to rewrite it right now, but in order to keep the game running I can write the points here for now, and I'll get the post sorted and up here later on today when I do have the time again.Stephen wasn't paying too much attention to the game, confident in the Chasers.
Noticed the Crotalus charge when they were both about halfway down the pitch.
Picked up on Chrissy's attempt at goal, moving to block it and only realising too late that she was throwing the Quaffle back to Geoff.
Moved to counter, but wasn't fast enough.
Goal went in, Quaffle was retrieved and sent to the nearest Pecari Chaser.\r\n\r\n
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Sorry to do this this way (ooc)
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<font color="brown">Irene - Reserve/Chaser</font>
June 14, 2007 6:16 AM
S'okay by <font color="brown">Irene - Reserve/Chaser</font>
Irene turned her broom to head towards the middle of the Pecari side. As she turned, Irene spotted the bludger hurling directly towards her. She turned sharply in the direction she was already turning and put on as much speed as she could. The bludger just barely missed the tail-end of her broom.Irene reminded herself to keep an eye out for Crotalus's very... intense beater. She had already taken out Saul's first broom and broken Lizzie's wrist. Pecari couldn't afford any more bludger related or anything related accidents. Irene knew that Pecari was at a disadvantage. But... perhaps they could use that to their advantage! With the firstie reserve (a.k.a. Irene) in and Caedence with a damaged broom, Crotalus may have let their gaurd down. Irene doubted it, though. This was the Championship. No one was going to be caught off gaurd. But it was worth a try!
Irene let out a groan as the Quaffle went through the hoop. Tie game... It was as tricky shot to block and Irene didn't blame Stephen, but goals or only fun for your own team. \r\n\r\n
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S'okay
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<font color="red">Helena, Crotalus Chaser</font>
June 14, 2007 1:32 PM
Life happens. by <font color="red">Helena, Crotalus Chaser</font>
She was proving even more useless than she'd expected, but Helena thought the rest of her team was doing brilliantly. Geoff and Chrissy got the Quaffle down to the Pecari goals without an interception - she, like the rest of the Pitch, followed them - and Lily took out Elizabeth, Pecari's most experienced Chaser. A Pecari, presumably an alternate, had gotten the Quaffle out of the shot, but Geoff Spindler had managed to score. As the action picked up again, Lily went on proving her brilliance by trying to remove the new girl from the game right off the bat.Bludgers were, in a weird way, rather predictable: if they sensed anything alive nearby, they attacked it, and did so with extra ferocity when being forced to move one way by a bat. The new girl - Helena couldn't remember her name, but doubted it really mattered - barely missed Lily's Bludger, a move sure to earn her another one soon. The Bludger kept moving, causing Helena to pull her broom around sharply to avoid it herself. She thought she already played enough of an idiot without being taken out by her own team's Beater.
Merlin, let Gwen get that thing before the Cravens. They hadn't been as...ferocious as usual of late, but Lena still didn't fancy ending up on the wrong end of a Bludger courtesy of either one of them. She fancied Jennifer doing so even less, because if their starting Seeker was removed from the game, the odds of a Crotalus victory would take a quick, drastic nosedive.
Lily and Gwen had to want this win as much as she did, if not more - they'd been with the team longer than she had, and had seen more losing seasons. New Girl, being a first year and an alternate, would probably be a bit shaky, not to mention uneasy, coming in. There was a good chance she would even up easy Bludger fodder. Helena dropped some in the air, so that she was beneath and a little to the side of New Girl. This way, or so she hoped, she would be both less likely to prove collateral damage in the campaign to kill the new girl and be able to catch the Quaffle if New Girl dropped it because of a Bludger or tried to pass it.\r\n\r\n
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Life happens.
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<font color="brown">Caedence, Pecari Chaser</font>
June 14, 2007 8:34 PM
Okay.. If no one wants it, I’ll take it by <font color="brown">Caedence, Pecari Chaser</font>
OOC: Hey, um correct me if I’m wrong and I’ll immediately write a new post, but neither of you took the quaffle, so….BIC: Irene was at last back in the game. That was good, maybe if Saul and Irene played as hard as they could, Pecari had a good shot. They had already tried for two goals. Caedence held her breath a moment before she saw the quaffle soar through the hoop. She sighed. It wasn’t like Stephen didn’t try, ‘cause he did. But Caedence could understand him not being 100 percent in the game.
Her gaze flashed to Saul, who didn’t answer her if he wanted the ball, to Irene. She took a deep breath and sped out to meet the quaffle thrown by Stephen. Her arm reached out, her broom miraculously staying on course, and felt the ball land in the cup of her hand. Instinctively, she curled her arm inward and tucked the ball between the crook of her arm and her side. She steered the broom with her knees and her free hand.
“Keep sharp!” she barked at Irene, “Don’t let the bludgers get you!” she looked again at Saul, then back at Irene. Let’s see how this game can pick up! Caedence thought. She jerked her head towards the Crotalis end of the pitch. A song from a Disney movie, Peter Pan, began to play in her head. You’re following the leader, the leader, the leader, following the leader wherever I may go…
When she got about a quarter of the way down the pitch, she looked to her left. She yelped as she saw a red clad player. She veered sharply to the side and almost hit a brown clad player. “Here!” she said passing the ball. She hoped the ball was caught, but she didn’t wait to see by who. She began to rush at the end of the pitch… well rush as fast as possible. She was going to hate asking her dad for a new broom. Her skin went pale at the thought…
Maybe she wouldn’t be able to continue quidditch? What if her father banned her from the one other sport, besides fighting, that she loved? She knew he could, she remembered how angry he was. She shook her head, clearing herself of her father’s angry image. She didn’t need to loose focus. Lily was being particularly violent. She weaved her broom, in case she was actually the target of said beater. She didn’t want to be an easy one. She kept alert for her fellow chasers. This wasn’t the time to loose focus, and she refused to. She needed all her wits in the game. She couldn’t think about her dad. \r\n\r\n\r\n
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<font color="brown">Caedence, Pecari Chaser</font>
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<font color="brown">Irene, Pecari Chaser</font>
June 14, 2007 9:20 PM
And I guess I'll take it now by <font color="brown">Irene, Pecari Chaser</font>
OOC: I thought Saul was taking it. *shrug* So, yeah... Here we go!BIC: Irene reccovered from the sharp turn, whiping her head around for the Quaffle and another bludger. Caedence's words as she flew by pretty summed up Irene's thoughts,
“Don’t let the bludgers get you!”
Well, yeah. Obviously. Irene flew along Caedence's side, heading towards the Crotalus end. If everyone gave their all and stayed focused Pecari definitely had a shot. Speaking of focus... Suddenley Caedence veered towards her and came very close to hitting Irene. As the two player were within a few feet of each other, Caedence passed the ball and Irene sped slightly up to catch it. For a moment the ball hit one hand, causing her to instinctively clutch it with both hands. She clutched the Quaffle and held it close to her, protecting Pecari's possession.
Irene noticed a player to her left (the red uniform was hard to miss). Speeding up as much as she could, Irene shot off toward the Crotalus end of the pitch. Looking around for a brown uniform, Irene spotted one closer to the hoops. She sped up so she was nearer and made it harder to intercept the pass.
"Heads up!" She called and passed the Quaffle to her teammate.
When Lizzie had scored she was close to the hoops and that seemed to work very well. She'd also heard her cousin Josh (a.k.a. Mr. Quidditch himself) talk about this tactic many times before. Taking the hint, Irene flew nearer to the goals, keeping an eye out for the aggressive beaters. Two hundred percent, baby. Two hundred percent. \r\n\r\n
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<font color="brown">Irene, Pecari Chaser</font>
And I guess I'll take it now
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