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Post by Marina Roeswood on Jul 23, 2005 23:33:30 GMT
Marina followed the other chaser agitatedly, trying desperately to help her team win the game. As the ball soared through the hoop, Marina scowled very visibly, looking somewhat frustrated at her complete lack of assistance. Where were all the other Slytherins?
She blew out a breath angrily, inadvertantly blowing back a lock that was coming loose from the rest of her ponytail. She only hesitated for a moment, however, before speeding forward past the opposite goalposts and toward the ball, scooping it up roughly in her quickly tiring arms and spinning, managing to keep her balance as her fatigue grew. She pressed her body down against the broom as best she could, moving quickly closer to the goal posts that she intended to score through, hoping she'd be able to get into range.
She was pulled back for only a moment as a bludger hurtled in her direction. She spun in a panic to avoid it, now not armed with her beater's bat, only with her own agility. It missed, barely, but it did throw her slightly off course, though she intended to make that up.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:35:50 GMT
it was strange to her team mates to see her like this, serious and collected. Typically she was sweet and goofed off. Now it was buisness. Now it was her life. She charged forword, clenching the ball yet again, after intercepting it. She flew fast, though she had wished to pass to someone, nnow she knew no one else was coming. THough they could still get this. She flew hard, ignoring sweat in her eyes.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:38:45 GMT
She shook her head, collecting herself again, finding that place, becoming one with the air, the broom, the ball. She didn't even realize she had thrown the ball until the slytherin keeper missed and it sailed throw the left hoop for the second time in the game.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 23, 2005 23:39:12 GMT
Lynette sighed in relief as she tipped the Quaffle enough to spin away from the post. She stared heatedly at Marina for a moment before swooping down to retrieve the ball with quivering fingers. She grit her teeth.
"Here!" She shouted, lobbing the ball off gently a little ways ahead of Xarion, hoping she'd be able to administer enough speed to catch the ball with enough force to send it right through the Slytherin hoops. She clenched her fists and flew back to guard the center hoops.
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Post by Hikalyn Sarello on Jul 23, 2005 23:40:24 GMT
Well above the majority of the game play, Hikalyn swerved around a loose Bludger that came spinning her way and raked her hands through her hair in frustration. Artemis was supposed to be Seeking, not her--but she had no idea where her friend and Quidditch captain was. Marina was doing as well as she could as a one-man team down below, but taking up the position of an entire team was not exactly an easy task.
Not that it mattered, she noted with a faint shrug and smile. They'd do the best with what they had. Still no sign of the Snitch...
Shaking her head as if to clear it, Hikalyn steered her broom around to the right, narrowing her focus and her eyes.
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Post by Marina Roeswood on Jul 23, 2005 23:40:31 GMT
Somehow, somehow, the Prefect managed to recover from her near miss by the bludger, getting herself back on track and swerving deftly to avoid a bludger and a couple players that so happened to be in her most direct path. She sped determinedly, her body shutting out the fatigue as the wind whistled in her ears and her hair billowed out behind her like a proud Slytherin banner.
She somehow managed to find the strength to make it all the way to the goal posts, taking a moment to aim carefully, the strength built from wielding the beater's bat coming in handy as the gap between the left post and the quaffle closed quickly, until the red ball finally soared through the hoop, making the Prefect exclaim proudly once again. Somehow, she was holding her own against a team of Slytherins. That was enough to make her quite proud of her achievements.
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Post by Claire on Jul 23, 2005 23:41:34 GMT
Claire watched, her head running from one side of the pitch to the other, as Ravenclaw scored. Opening her mouth to announce it, she saw the Quaffle fly up the other end and sail through. “BOTH TEAMS HAVE SCORED! SLYTHERIN STILL TRAIL BY 10 POINTS THOUGH! THE SCORE IS: RAVENS 30, SNAKES 20!”
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:43:32 GMT
Though she had scored three times, she focused on the two slytherin had recived. She cursed, and tried to ceatch the ball. A bludger bashed her in the arm and she squeeked in pain, but showed no other sign of pain or wanting to stop.
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Post by Ariel on Jul 23, 2005 23:45:19 GMT
good job xarian! Ariel yelled. Ariel is Xarian best friend
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 23, 2005 23:45:50 GMT
"Damn!" Lynette hissed, her breath coming out in a small puff of frustration. It was right there, idiot! You had it! She clenched her teeth again, tighter then before, as she plucked the falling Quaffle from the air. She zipped back upward to see the game from a bird's point of view - figuratively, seeing as she was already as high up as birds flew.
"Go! Go!" She yelled, tossing the ball into one of the Chaser's hands. She zipped back down, twirling tightly around the goal posts to calm herself. Her stomach jumped pleasantly with each sharp turn.
Focus. She pulled out from the spin and directed herself to the front of the hoops. Leaning forward, her face taut with defiance and passion for the game. Okay. Let's see you try that again, her eyes dared the other team.
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Post by Marina Roeswood on Jul 23, 2005 23:45:58 GMT
Marina heaved a heavy sigh at the double score, the ball switching possession so quickly it was impossible to keep track. It was surely excited to watch, but not so fun to play, she decided, as once again she sped forward, trying desperately to keep possession of the quaffle, with nobody on her team to defend the posts from an assault by the other team.
She clutched onto the quaffle, her eyes narrowing as her body shut out it's pain receptors and all other distracting elements, as she peered through a growing amount of hair that escaped from her 'do, speeding with the quaffle towards the goal posts once again, trying to keep the score as even as she could as the Kalyn sought the snitch.
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Post by Xarian Heart on Jul 23, 2005 23:48:01 GMT
Despite the growing pain in her arm, Xarian raced toward the Slytherin chaser to intercept the ball. She didn't flinch, she didn't want to miss another opertunity, though her shoulder throbbed.
/Just think of what Sphen would say if you could write him that you won./
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Post by Teagan on Jul 23, 2005 23:48:51 GMT
Teagan shifted her slender body on the broom as the Slytherin chaser once more captured the ball. The bludger the beater had launched at the opposition swereved her off course. It hadn't been to bad of a hit. The soft inside of her gloves soon became rough and flattened as she tightened her grip to almost unbarable strain. Blood was slowing down in her hand, so she relaxed it. If her hand was numb, the ball wouldn't be hit so successfully.
Then, the Slytherin chaser sent the ball flying through the Ravenclaw's hoops. When Claire shouted the score, Teagan noticed that their team had scored as well, and they were now winning. That was good.
Finally, she saw another bludger and pelted for it. It was originally headed in Sephe's direction, but her concentration couldn't be lost. Teagan lifted the large bat and swung it with great accuracy at the bludger. It went flying off to the other side of the field.
A small cry broke her thoughts. It seemed that while Teagan had hit one bludger, the other coasted itself into Xarian's arm. Teagan mentally winced. She needed to try and stop that from happening next time. Teagan's hair flamed behind her as she quickly swooped upward, waiting for her next step.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jul 23, 2005 23:51:35 GMT
"Keep it together, Xarion!" Lynette pressed on encouraging, though wincing as she saw the other girl's state of pain. "Hang in there, lovely!"
Her eyes again reached upward to find Persephone. If only she found it. They could call the game and they'd of won by a landslide! While Lynette told herself not to count on it, to keep it focused, she knew that it was important for her team to find it soon. Xarion looked like she was burning out. Lynette frowned.
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Post by Marina Roeswood on Jul 23, 2005 23:52:12 GMT
Marina's focus was apparent on her furrowed brow, and in her intense green eyes as well, as she pressed herself forward, turning from her usual self to a mere emotionless, robotic, quidditch playing shell. She paid absolutely no mind to the injured player, neither sympathetic nor amused. No, Nina had quidditch to play.
She focused despite the air that stung her face, and the growing dampness of her robes as sweat accumulated within them. Once again, she soared up towards the hoops, but this time swerved around another player, shooting the ball sideways into the center goal post.
The prefect didn't even crack a smile this time, her bloodshot eyes focused only on the red ball that had only just soared through the hoop. No time for celebration... no, only for victory.
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