Post by .RORY KAY BLAKE ! on Jul 24, 2009 14:38:55 GMT -5
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The Important Deatails;;
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Orientation:
Do’s && Don’ts;;
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Boggart:
Patronus:
Dementor:
Look in the Mirror;;
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{Inside Your Head;;
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Family Matters;;
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The End;;
Roleplay Sample:
Listening to the game plan as Soren spoke she couldn't help but feel her disgruntled mood lighten a bit as his accent deepened with excitement, damn but he was cute... The stretches went by fairly quickly, Rory giving them only half her attention (she'd stretched enough looking for that bloody kitten). The other half was caught by Al as he smiled and winked at her. A vastly mischievous grin spanned her mouth as she pointed the tip of her beaters bat at him, mouthed the words (your first..), and wiggled her eye brows.
Fallowing Soren's lead after warm ups she pulled up on her broom and joined the rest of the team on the higher level. We're goin' ta do passes, and th' beaters, are goin' ta try ta knock yah off yer broom. I want yah ta try an' get th' Quaffle through th' hoops, and beaters: really go at it, yeah? A rascally grin that would make Peeves proud broke across her features as Soren gave the beaters free reign. Merlin she loved having that bloke as a captain. Catching Al's weary look she smirked and shrugged at him before flying off in another direction. Gone was the girl who would be totally freaked if he got hurt, sure she'd be in the hospital wing after practice if need be, but this was Quidditch.. no holds barred per order of the captain. She was a beater and until the end of practice every other pulse on the field with the exception of her fellow beater was nothing more than a moving target with a mouth,.. and if they were smart they'd shut it and not draw attention to themselves.
True to her word when the opportune moment arose and she had a bludger flying so that she could angle it just right, she swooped over to the ball and lined her bat up with her first target. The bludger ricocheted off her bat with a resounding CRACK!! and went spiraling in the direction of Al's head. Smirking as he just managed to avoid it she scanned the field for her next victim. Jared's ribbings at Soren and Al caught her attention and she grinned. Locating a bludger shooting towards the stands she dove towards it and backhanded it with her bat in the direction of the goals.. the ball soared in the right direction and though coming close as it swooshed past his head, was still a little to far off. She frowned.. 'really need to work on that move I do..." A motion out of the corner of her eye caught her attention as her fellow beater made a familiar motion. It was a signal they'd set up and she fallowed the others gaze to where it fell on Soren flying towards the goal hoops. Nodding, she flew in with the other beater and came up behind a passing bludger.. both beaters pats connected with the blunder at the same time intensifying the crack of wood on metal and sending the ball hurdling at a much faster pace than either was capable of alone, and it was on a dead course for the Quidditch captain.
Fallowing Soren's lead after warm ups she pulled up on her broom and joined the rest of the team on the higher level. We're goin' ta do passes, and th' beaters, are goin' ta try ta knock yah off yer broom. I want yah ta try an' get th' Quaffle through th' hoops, and beaters: really go at it, yeah? A rascally grin that would make Peeves proud broke across her features as Soren gave the beaters free reign. Merlin she loved having that bloke as a captain. Catching Al's weary look she smirked and shrugged at him before flying off in another direction. Gone was the girl who would be totally freaked if he got hurt, sure she'd be in the hospital wing after practice if need be, but this was Quidditch.. no holds barred per order of the captain. She was a beater and until the end of practice every other pulse on the field with the exception of her fellow beater was nothing more than a moving target with a mouth,.. and if they were smart they'd shut it and not draw attention to themselves.
True to her word when the opportune moment arose and she had a bludger flying so that she could angle it just right, she swooped over to the ball and lined her bat up with her first target. The bludger ricocheted off her bat with a resounding CRACK!! and went spiraling in the direction of Al's head. Smirking as he just managed to avoid it she scanned the field for her next victim. Jared's ribbings at Soren and Al caught her attention and she grinned. Locating a bludger shooting towards the stands she dove towards it and backhanded it with her bat in the direction of the goals.. the ball soared in the right direction and though coming close as it swooshed past his head, was still a little to far off. She frowned.. 'really need to work on that move I do..." A motion out of the corner of her eye caught her attention as her fellow beater made a familiar motion. It was a signal they'd set up and she fallowed the others gaze to where it fell on Soren flying towards the goal hoops. Nodding, she flew in with the other beater and came up behind a passing bludger.. both beaters pats connected with the blunder at the same time intensifying the crack of wood on metal and sending the ball hurdling at a much faster pace than either was capable of alone, and it was on a dead course for the Quidditch captain.
