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Post by Oione Mireault on Aug 3, 2006 9:37:35 GMT -5
Well, I hope that the title is pretty self-explanatory: .::Hufflepuff Quidditch Team::.
[/u] Captain:Co-Captain:Chaser 1:Chaser 2:Chaser 3:Beater 1:Seth Silver(harhar) Beater 2:Seeker:Keeper:[/color] .::Gryffindor Quidditch Team::. Captain: Co-Captain: Chaser 1: Chaser 2: Chaser 3: Beater 1:Aether Chang Beater 2: Seeker: Keeper: .::Ravenclaw Quidditch Team::.[/u] Captain:Co-Captain:Chaser 1:Chaser 2:Chaser 3:Beater 1:Beater 2:Seeker:Keeper:[/color] .::Slytherin Quidditch Team::. Captain: Co-Captain: Chaser 1:Greg Sanders Chaser 2: Chaser 3: Beater 1:Seth Silver Beater 2: Seeker:Oione Mireault Keeper:
[/center] Name: Year: House: Quidditch Position: RP sample:[if you're applying for to ba captain, act like one!]
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Post by aether on Aug 3, 2006 15:26:00 GMT -5
Name: Aether Chang Year: 4 Quidditch Position: Beater RP sample: Aether whirred around and looked at her opponent. Hit HER? In the back of the head? Grrrr... no wonder why she had so much disdain for Slytherins. Something in her snapped. She couldn't hear much aside from the zoom sound of her brrom and the thwack of her club against the bludgers towards aything she saw. Spotting the snitch, she went crazy on it and hit an oncoming bludger head on into IT. She missed, and got even angrier....
Approved
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Post by marie on Aug 3, 2006 16:00:04 GMT -5
Name: Lily Potter Year: 5th Quidditch Position: Seeker RP sample: Can you please be nice and have me not write an rp sample since you lurve me oh so much? -puppy dog eyes- I mean, if you want, I can write one. Just...I'm extremely tired right now. Just got back from dancing for seven hours straight. Meh.
I'd love to accept you already, but rules are rules. You can post a sample from another site if you're as lazy as I am
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Post by Seth Silver on Aug 3, 2006 16:11:45 GMT -5
Name: Seth Silver Year: Fifth House: Gryffindor Hufflepuff<--I knew you were a Badger at heart! Quidditch Position: Beater Sample RP: Might as well . . .
Blast that stupid Gryffindor rat! Slytherin should have had that goal. Resisting the urge to show the smug boy what happened to cheaters, Seth circled the pitch, dodging one of the Gryffindor chasers and swinging his club sourly at her head. Bugger. Before McGonagall had the chance to reprimand him, he zoomed off after a particularly nasty bludger, smacking it into a scarlet and gold - clad beater with the strength of his entire body. It was repelled and sent shooting toward the Slytherin seeker --- who was forced to perform a a demented sort of flip on his broom --- and collided painfully with the seeker from Gryffindor. thee was a loud groan from the rowdy Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs and a cheer from the Slytherin side, which inculded a few, select Ravenclaws as well.
Seth had no time to cheer along with them. Another bludger was nearing one of his chasers.
'You bleeding prat! What d'you think you're doing over there? You stop the bludgers, you wanker, and stop making eyes at the Hufflepuffs!'
Sure enough, a small group of Hufflepuff girls was gathered, sniggering as Seth shoved his fellow beater roughly, sending the bludger away with a resounding crack of wood against metal.
'Next time,' he warned direly, 'I'm taking it out on your blooming head.'
Approved, obviously Denied due to being absolutely worthless. (Two can play this game!)
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Post by greg on Aug 3, 2006 16:11:55 GMT -5
Name: Greg Sanders Year: 7th Quidditch Position: Chaser RP sample: [Taken from Hogwarts Future] There was nothing worse then waking up late, especially for Quidditch practice. With Miss Ryley Lestrange as captain, you could never know what was going to happen next, but it was always a thrill. The good thing for Greg was that she could usually forgive him when he had over slept, but would usually give him the ‘You need to get up on time’ talk, which was probably the reason why he started to arrive on time. He hated the speech; it had to be the most boringest thing on the planet, and there was some pretty boring stuff out there. The good thing about Ryley was that she would always make sure he was sleeping his full fourteen hours before a game, and that was one of the best parts about being on the team. There was always time to sleep, and Greg made sure of that. There was no way that he wouldn’t get his sleep. Other wise, he be a walking, talking zombie; not to mention a bit on the cranky side as well. Today was one of the days that he hadn’t been late. In fact, he had been one of the first ones there, and that surprised himself, and Ryley. Usually he was on time, but the last, or close to last, one to arrive, but not today. It was like a dream come true. He had been on time for something other than his sleeping schedule. Sometimes life was cruel, and sometimes life was great. This was going right under the ‘Life is Great’ section on his list. It seemed like he had a list for everything in his mind. No wonder why he couldn’t remember a lot. Boy, did he need to pay attention more, but it wasn’t just the paying attention part that he needed to work on. It was all of it. This was going to take awhile, and Greg wasn’t sure if he could keep himself calm for that long. It was going to be a long time before he mastered it, but if he was willing to try, you might as well give him a medal, because it was very rare for him to try anything. So, here he was, waiting with Ryley as the rest of the team members began to show. It was surprising that he didn’t at all look tired, and for that, he would never understand why. Maybe his sleepiness was finally going away, but he hoped not. He liked to sleep, and getting that taken away would be a bad thing; a very bad thing. “When is everyone going to get here, Ryley?” Greg whined, looking over at the captain. It was no mystery that he was getting bored. “Ryley? I’m getting bored. Can we start yet?” Sometimes it was good to whine, but other times it was a real pain in the ass, and that’s what it was now; a pain in the ass. But it was somewhat funny for him, but then again, a lot of meaningless things were funny to him. It was just what made him Greggo. When all the team members had finally arrived, Ryley told them that practice was going to be a bit harder then usual, and for once, Greg listened to what she was saying. Something was taking him over, and it wasn’t a good thing. They needed to stop it before it took over him completely. Mounting his broom once she was done, he kicked off from the ground like the rest of the team. Only, he didn’t exactly start looking for the Quaffle. Instead, he was flying around, trying to get used to being back on a broom. Unlike some, he had been unable to practice over the summer, due to family problems, and he had explained it all to Ryley. She had been nice enough to let him practice a bit before their first practice session. Finally getting used to his broom, and flying, Greg joined the Quaffle throwing game that had begun among the other chaser. Flying closer towards one, he followed the red ball with his eyes until he became very dizzy, and of course at that moment they had to pass him the ball. Looking down at the ball in his hands and the chaser next to him, he tossed it right to the teammate that was flying beside him. Only to have the Quaffle passed back to him. This went on for a few minutes, before they finally reached the goal posts; the red ball now in his hands. The keeper was defending it, and Greg didn’t have that much skill to try and get it around the person. But seeing that the more you practice, the better you get, he took a shot, and managed to get it passed the keeper and through one of the hoops. Well, that was a big surprise. Approved!! Great sample!Don't you think you could make it s bit longer?
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Post by Oione Mireault on Aug 4, 2006 6:35:53 GMT -5
Name:Oione Mireault Year:5th House:Hufflepuff all the way I KNEW IT! Quidditch Position:Seeker RP sample:[as Darla Dolohov from Portrait in Black] <--I'm lazy I know. Gryffindor was already trailing 40 points and the match had abruptly gone desperate, bludgers flying, crowds cheering and the commentator yelling at the top of his lungs. The Snitch was nowhere to be seen and Darla was slowly growing irritated, as she spent most of her time, looking out for bludgers, frantically searching for the Golden Snitch and having an eye on the Gryffindor Seeker. Insanity, pure insanity.
And all of sudden something small gleamed happily in the sun. Unfortunately, Darla wasn't the only one to spot it. They dived in perfect unison, speeding towards the ball as though their lives depended on it, having not time to lose and taking the advantage that the other Seeker was so close to her she elbowed him, gaining an upper hand for the time being, she sped up and here....she was almost there....they Snitch brushed past her fingers and...escaped. A foul was proclaimed by the commentator and Darla swore under her breath. Slytherin spectators stood up in rage. And in Dolohov's opinion they had every right to do it. Gryffindor scored again. Hell, what was with their Keeper today. She glanced at the Gryffindor Seeker, who shot her a venomous look, probably still angry for the rather hard elbow she gave him. Too bad for him.
The Snitch was nowhere to be seen and the game was slowly heading to an end...she had to get it soon, really soon. She made few, nervous circles around the stadium. the Seeker of the opposite team, however, didn't follow her for the first time. DAMN. He saw the Snitch. Darla followed, speeding up and thanking God that she wasn't that far from him to begin with. If only somebody could hit him with a bludger... The Snitch zoomed, the two Seekers dived, both desperate and determinated to have the shiny object in their hands. They were almost head to head again and then there was a flash of crimson and she was alone. The gryffindor Seeker indeed had been hit with a bludger. She made a mental note to self to hug the beaters after the match was over. With that her fingers finally closed on the Snitch. The emerald crowd of Slytherins stood up once again, this time not in indignation but in a cheerful uproar.
Not approved. Total crap, you Hufflepuff. I'm ashamed to call you my housemate.
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Post by charra on Aug 4, 2006 12:00:55 GMT -5
Name: Charra mantel Year: 6 House: Hufflepuff Quidditch Position: Seeker RP sample: Her gangly legs wrapped tighly around her broomstick as if it were one of her sleepover buddies, Charra gave a laugh. GOD, she loved flying! Her technique for finding the snitch was rather unorthadox, as well, but it worked. She canvassedthe field in large zig zags and loops, trying her BEST not to get distracted. Finally, she caught sight of the snitch, and laid her long, thin body againt her broom as she shot down to get to it before the other seeker did. She caught sight of Aether in te stands, paused for a millisecond to wave hi, then shot downwards again...
Only to find that the snitch had flitted elsewhere. Fuck. She ALWAYS did this. But there was still no seeker better than Charra in the Hufflepuff house. It was a shame, but that's how it stood. So she simply shrugged, and canvased the field again, hoping this time NOT to get distracted....
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