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| Inside the Stadium; QWC: Ireland vs Kenya | |
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| Deleted User | Mar 12 2009, 06:38:54 AM Post #1 |
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Welcome to the 134th Quidditch World Cup! Tonight you are all in for a real treat! Tonight is a night you'll talk about for decades to come, one you'll tell the grandchildren about as they try and sneak glimpses at their christmas presents a few days early! We have for you the top two Quidditch teams from around the world. The Irish National Team, who compete in what will be their 23rd World Cup, and the Kenyan National Team who have caused a number of tremendous upsets to make their debut appearance! Shortly we will see a performance put together by each team, afterwards which the match will commence. Please everyone get comfortable as the festivities are due to start momentarily!  |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Mar 12 2009, 07:31:23 AM Post #2 |
Kidnapped!
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OOC - Can you imagine being in a packed stadium like that?!?! I thought it was awesome in the packed Olympic Stadium in Sydney with 80k approx. According to Wiki this holds 100,000 but from that pic I'd say sh*tloads more than that! I'm thinking once it starts it probably doesn't matter who dictates the match. In fact I think it'd be fun if anyone could dictate how the match progresses in their posts as it doesn't really matter who wins or loses. BIC - Tristan walked through their gate with Addie's hand in his before stopping in awe, his mouth actually falling open as he stared wondrously around the enormous stadium. He had been reading the Prophet for months which had described how massive and impressive it was, but until one saw it they really had no idea of just how impressive it really was! Normally he'd be probably be jostled out of the way as patrons filed in but each and everyone of them copied Tristan almost to a 't', one by one their eyes widened and their mouths dropped. He turned to Addie, a mesmorised grin on his face, "Can you believe we're here?" He shook his head in disbelief before continuing his walk forward until reaching the stairs. He handed their tickets to the usher who smiled and handed them an ornate program covered in velvet with tassles hanging delicately off the bottom. "Welcome! Here's a program for the evenings events." She scanned their tickets before returning their half, "Your located about half way up this aisle. Enjoy the match!" Still a little shellshocked, he took his ticket back and began to climb. Several times he had to quickly grab hold of the handrail as his absentminded gazing whilst stair climbing nearly resulted in a few nasty falls. After a minute they had reached their seats into which he sank happily, more than content to watch the coming and going of spectators and officials. And he could not have been more pleased when a wizard on a broomstick pulling a ridiculously large trolley of sorts behind him appeared from the sky with a cheerful smile. "Can I offer you folks anything? More programs? Official team merchandise? Omnioculars? A snack or a drink?" With every subsequent offer from his mouth Tristan's smile grew broader. Luckily he had bought most of the money he had received over the holidays for helping around the house and so had plenty to spend. "You are my savior! We'll have a couple of Irish Leprecaun Hats (top hats but they bulge outwards at the top and are quite soft), some Irish scarves, some Cheering Beads, some green glowsticks, four butterbeers, two hotdogs, two servings of hot chips, and a bucket of popcorn." The vendor was momentarily stunned at the size of the order but recovered quickly enough and began handing over the goods. Within a minute he and Addie had gone from your average witch and wizard to an explosion of green. They were now insanely mad Irish Quidditch supporters with more than enough food and drink to last for ages! Still grinning madly he handed over almost every single galleon and sickle he had, not caring in the slightest by how much he spent because he knew it wasn't everyday you got to attend the Quidditch World Cup final with a large group of friends. Ripping the lid from one of the butterbeers, he clinked it with Addie's and knocked back a mouthful. He was unable to recall a happier and more satisfied moment in recent times. "Go Ireland!" he roared to no one in particular and laughed raucously when hundreds of voices responded in kind. |
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| Tyler Jones | Mar 12 2009, 09:46:22 AM Post #3 |
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Tyler handed his ticket to a friendly looking usher who had a smile fixed on her face. "Thank you," she pointed to the aisle where Tyler was supposed to be sat "Keep walking up there until you reach your seat, its about three quarters of the way up." she told him. Tyler took his half of the ticket back, with a programme from her. "Thanks again!" he grinned and turned around to wait for Harmony. Tyler gazed up at the stadium. "Wow!" he breathed "It's amazing!" When Harmony reached him, Tyler took her hand and led her away from the mass of people, crowding in the stadium. "Do you want anything to eat or whatever?" he asked her. Tyler manouvered his way over to a man serving various items. "Excuse me, excuse me!" he shouted. "I'll have two green glow sticks, a pumpkin pastie, a chocolate frog and a butterbeer please!" he told the man. "Oh and a bucket of popcorn!" he added quickly. Tyler quickly paid the man "Thanks!" "If you want something you should get it quick!" he told Harmony. "I'll meet you at the seats!" Tyler darted up the stairs, and took his seat. Really hoping the Irish will win! He grinned to himself, and punched the air, trying not to drop any of his stuff. |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Mar 12 2009, 04:29:01 PM Post #4 |
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Mitchell allowed himself to be pulled along by his sister, he way in a daydream anyway. Apphie handed the usher their tickets, whilst Mitchell took two programmes. He started to flick through it when Apphie dragged him away. "Do you know where our seats are?" he asked her. "Yeah, just up there!" she pointed. "Cool!" he replied. Mitchell started to head in the direction of the seats, when he was pulled to an abrupt stop. He spun around, and saw his sisters face, gazing at a lady pulling a trolley, full of wonderous things. "Mitchell" she started sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes. "Ok, come on then!" he smirked. They walked over to the lady, and waited whilst she served someone else. "What can I get you m'dears?" she asked them. "Ooh! A butterbeer, 2 fizzing whizbees, an acid pop, a liquorice wand, some cheering beads, and an Irish scarf!" Apphie said in a rush. Mitchell fished out some money from his pocket and handed it to the lady as Apphie took her things. "Nothing for you?" the lady frowned at him. "Uh, I'll have a butterbeer, a bag of Bertie Botts, and um a sugar quill" he handed over some more galleons. Jeesh, I'm going to have no money by the end of this! Mitchell started to climb, and caught his sister up as she reached their seats. "Phew, nearly fell down backwards there!" he laughed, as he sat down. "Let's get this show on the road!" he grinned at Apphie, who smiled back at him. "I knew you were excited really!" she told him. "Yeah well...." he muttered. "Irish?" she asked, winking at him. "Irish!" he agreed, as he nodded his head. They both stood up at shouted at the top of their voices "GO IRISH!" |
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| Hugh Logan | Mar 12 2009, 08:48:33 PM Post #5 |
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((OOC: Ian here, so nobody freak out thinking John somehow got back on. It's only Ian hijacking another one of his old accounts. And Tris: That's exactly what I was thinking. Anyone can describe how the match is going in their posts. Be sure to keep it congruent with the last post, however. You may all begin describing the match however your characters see immediately following this post.)) Hugh sat in the top box of the stadium along with his closest political friends and partners, and their families. Anton, a trusted auror, despite the fiasco some months ago with the Department of Mysteries, and a good friend sat on his right, looking somewhat agitated. In truth, Hugh, too, was a bit anxious. He'd told Anton about what had been trapped behind that veil, a secret passed down from one Minster for Magic to the next, and one they were sworn to keep. The Minister excluded, only a few unmentionables knew of the Department's ghastly secret--of attempts to manipulate the very fabric of our universe, of ghastly experiments on live human subjects that should have never been attempted. Hugh was a politician, and though he was a shrewd one and was not above admitting--at least to himself--that he grasped for whatever scrap of power he could, whenever he could. But even Hugh had a great fear of the unknown, of those things that a greater than man. It was that very secret and sacred realm those men had tried to violate, and now all of humanity would pay the price. But a shrewd politician is a shrewd politician, and Hugh would not dare show his fears in public. He had a job to do, a World Cup to kick off. Look at all those little people down there in their seats, eagerly anticipating the start of the match. Not a care in the world. No knowledge of what had been set in motion centuries ago, for which they were about to be punished for their forerunners' audacity. Ignorance is bliss! Hugh, however, knew. He knew when he was beaten. Now it was just a matter of grasping for whatever pleasures he could in life before the time came. It was over. There's no way they could fight that thing. The seat beside him was reserved for Anton's son, Alphonse, Hugh's senior undersecretary, who was curiously absent. Probably in the bathroom or something. His wife, Belladonna, whom Hugh had tried in vain to win over--despite the fact that he had his own wife--sat beside her husband's empty seat. How Hugh had wanted to make her his mistress. Though he tried not to make his jealousy a sore spot between them, it had colored the tone of his conversations with the young politician since the announcement of their wedding date. The thought of attempting to make another pass at her did cross his mind, after all, what could Alphonse do? Nothing worse than what was in store for everyone soon enough. Might as well have what you desire before the end. Or so Hugh thought. The idea of what might come and what had happened to bring it about had caused Hugh to ponder a bit about what might happen after he is gone. After it is all gone. We've been foolish, he thought, Stupid. We tried to master our world, and we did. We thought ourselves kings. But we made a mistake. We did it all without considering that there just might be someone manning the light at the end of the tunnel. It was for this reason, Hugh did nothing more than glance covetously at his senior undersecretary's wife as he stood up and walked towards the edge of the balcony. Anton's wife and youngest son were there as well. Ian looked as agitated as his father, and Angeline was glancing around, obviously buzzed. She was a pretty one, too. Anton, that sly dog, he got her while she was barely old enough to bleed. Hugh put the tip of his wand to his throat. "Sonorous!" Anyone in Hugh's box who hadn't been ready for that jumped in their seats. Ian looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a muggle automobile. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen," sounded the Minister's amplified voice all throughout the golden stadium, "witches and wizards! As Minister for Magic of Britain, it gives me great pleasure to announce the opening of the one-hundred and thirty-fourth Quidditch World Cup!" The roar of the crowd of over one-hundred thousand was deafening as they cheered. Hugh chuckled softly, a forced chuckle. "So, without further ado, I give you our two competitors:" A violin sounded from somewhere, as loud and as amplified as Hugh's on voice, playing a quick and light-hearted Irish jig. An entire orchestra soon joined in. "Hailing from the Emerald Isles, having defeated nearly all competitors, tonight is their twenty-third trip to the World Cup! Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you, Ireland's quidditch team!" Green and silver fireworks erupted from the top of the stadium, and to surprise of the gasping crowd, coalesced in the center of the stadium into a giant, glittering leprechaun that began dancing to the music. The Irish wanted to use real leprechauns, but after the fiasco of the 1997 World Cup (which saw the live leprechauns that Ireland had brought over engage in tit-for-tat with Bulgaria's Veela mascots, who transformed from beautiful maidens into scaly demons that threw fireballs), live creatures were banned form all future World Cup opening ceremonies. As the sparks from the giant leprechaun fell down to the crowd below, they cooled off to reveal, not ashes or embers, but gold coins that landed in stands. The people the stands began grabbing for them, not realizing, of course, that it was just Leprechaun gold and that it would disappear in a few hours. From behind the great Leprechaun, all seven of the greatest players in Ireland's league flew towards the center of the stadium. "And now--oh!" KABLAM! Something large and fiery erupted from the leprechaun fireworks display, sending the green and silver colored flames flying in all directions to dissipate into embers. The great fiery thing then rose into the air, and formed into the shape of a phoenix. Its dark red flames were tinged with black, and its eyes were emerald green. Kenyan colors! Just then, the giant, fiery beast let out a great bellow, and exploded into a grand finale of a fireworks display, firing the colors of the Kenyan flag, red, black, and green in all directions. Out of the center of this display came the seven players for the Kenyan team. They flew the center of the pitch to shake hands with the Irish team, who looked a peeved that their own display had been blown up by the Kenyans. "Witches and wizards, I give you this year's upstart team, the best that the country of Kenya has to offer!" The crowd went wild. It was quite the show. Down below, the referee's were opening the crate that held Quaffle, and two bludgers needed to play the game. As soon as their harnesses were unlatched, the bludgers zoomed off in search of targets, and the red quaffle was held aloft by one of the referees. "It looks like everything is ready, so now, let the match begin!" With a flick of his wand, Hugh sent a golden light into the center of the pitch, which exploded in great golden sparks, out of which the golden snitch flew, showing itself for just a moment, then fluttering out of sight. Simultaneously, the quaffle was thrown high in the air, caught by the captain of Kenya's team, and the game had begun! "Quietus." Hugh let out a great sigh as he sat back down, smiling rather contentedly as he watched the match unfold. That was fun. Edited by !Xabbu Basarwa, Mar 13 2009, 06:35:38 PM.
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Mar 12 2009, 09:18:31 PM Post #6 |
It's cute that everyone thinks they can be a queen, but remember who came FIRST.
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"GOOOOOO IRELANNNNNNNNNNNND!" "Dad, please, for the love of God, sit your ass down," mumbled Tinsley, her eyes closed, and her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose irritatedly. There was no stopping them. The Carmicheal's were sitting in good seats - not as good as Ian's, of course, but Tinsley was glad to be far away from anywhere Alphonse would be. Regardless, Tinsley had a wonderful view of the spectacular show being put on...or she would have, had her eyes been open. Her eyes were resolutely shut, occasionally shaking her head. She was a fan of Quidditch, but not when it put her in a position where she was seemingly the most mature member of her family. Without a drop of alcohol in her system, everything seemed less extravagant. "Woooooooooooo!" Tinsley's brothers bumped chests. Tinsley moaned. "Lighten up, Debbie Downer," smirked Justin. "Tinsley Tornado!" Nathanial roared with laughter. "Shut the fuc - OH! LOOK!" Tinsley jumped from her seat. She apparently had forgotten where she was for a moment, and her irritability left her mind as she unexpectedly began to jump up and down. "Ireland has the Quaffle!" She watched intently. The Quidditch players at the game were so much swifter and graceful than Hogwarts Quidditch. Tinsley was absolutely mesmerized as they passed the Quaffle rapidly and zoomed around the arena like lightning bolts, mere flashes of green, red, and black. Tinsley bubbled with excitement as the sound of a bludger cracked through the arena. "Go Ireland!" screamed Tinsley. "That's my girl!" cheered her father, thumping her on the back. Tinsley glanced at him, and managed a small smile. Maybe this isn't so bad after all. "Woooooo hoooo!" |
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| Addie Lumineux | Mar 13 2009, 12:03:52 AM Post #7 |
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Addie grinned as her and Tristan entered the stadium. She'd been to the cup before, but the sheer magnitude of the event never ceased to astound her. The crowd, the stadium, the skill of the players. Addie laughed and squeezed his hand, she was happy to see him so excited. "It's going to be brilliant, no matter who wins, that's for sure! But I'm still cheering Ireland on!" The girl commented, laughing. Addie groaned and rolled her eyes as Tristan seemingly cleared the witches cart. The girl pulled out her own purse and held out a small stack of galleons to him. "Thanks Tris, but let me pay some of it back to you? I feel bad." She laughed slightly, completely submerged in green. The girl paused and glanced out to the pitch as the minister signaled the start of the match, arm still outstretched. "Go Ireland!!" Addie cried out as they managed to get the quaffle, weaving their way through the Kenyan players successfully. "Addie." She paused, glancing to the source of the familiar voice. "Mum! What are you doing here?" |
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| Cecilia Lumineux | Mar 13 2009, 12:20:56 AM Post #8 |
Murder Victim
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Cecilia Lumineux smiled politely at her daughter and Tristan, finding them upon entering the stadium. The woman was dressed in green, like so many other Ireland supporters. Blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, hazel eyes critiquing the pair. "I was on my way up and spotted you two, I figured it would be nice to meet the boy you talk so much about." Cecilia smiled brightly, the same smile Addie so often wore. The woman extended her hand to the Ravenclaw boy, ignoring her daughter's obvious embarrassment."It's nice to meet you, Tristan. Now then, we're up in the ministry boxes if you need anything, enjoy the game!" She commented, not wanting to distract them from the game. Cecilia smiled again at the pair, before continuing up the steps. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 13 2009, 01:25:05 AM Post #9 |
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Belladonna, shifted in her seat, uncomfortably. The plush seats in the Ministry Box were expensive, but not comfortable. She glanced over at Anton, the look that he'd given her after Alphonse had fled was...calculating. But so far he hadn't mentioned it. All the better, because she wouldn't have responded. After Hugh's speech ended, she clapped dutifully as did the others. She paid him little to no mind. They'd hired a temp to fill her position while she was away, and was here to support the party. After squirming in her seat for the 5th time, she looked over at Angeline, who was all giggly, helping herself to the Ministry's best champagne. Belladonna's lip curled at the ends, wondering if anyone would notice her take a teensy, tiny sip of champagne. She leaned back, her traditional-styled empire-waisted dress, cut low in the front, showing her more generous bustline. Donna silently decided against it--it wouldn't do to have the latest Prophet headline display a photo of her imbibing alcohol while pregnant. Angeline, apparently bored with the quidditch match already-- "So, Belllllladahhhhnah," she slurred. "Am I to be a grandmama at 30, or are you just hiding the entire Quidditch team under your dress?" she said shrilly, leaning over to rub Donna's stomach roughly. Belladonna glowered at her and extracted her hand gingerly. "Well, Angeline, I already know that I'm going to require a better nursemaid then the one who's required to watch you. Clearly, she doesn't know when you're to be put to bed."Belladonna said coolly. Angeline let out a loud peal of laughter and took another generous sip of her beverage. She soon distracted herself again with the quidditch game like a kitten with a string. Belladonna's grey eyes also watched the quidditch players zoom back and forth. She shifted to get more comfortable in her seat. She tried to get more comfortable, but a dull ache in the small of her back kept irritating her. Belladonna took a sip of her sparkling water and fanned herself lightly, with a black lace fan. She wondered where her husband was. |
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| Tristan Nightshade | Mar 13 2009, 04:13:46 AM Post #10 |
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OOC - Gr8 choice for your mum, Adds! She actually looks like you. I'd ask everyone to read thoroughly every post before you to ensure your accurate and in line with what they've said. BIC - Tristan was startled from his raucous cheering and yelling as a surprised "Mum!" penetrated his mind. He turned to find a woman who was clearly Addie's mother smiling at the pair of them. He offered his hand politely, a genuine pleasure to meet her as he had heard so many wonderful things. "See you after the match then!" he called after her. He'd look forward to talking properly with her. As the Minister for Magic introduced both teams he and all his friends roared and cheered till their voices were hoarse. When it started to hurt he'd take another swig of butterbeer which would immediately alleviate the pain and allow him to continue to make fool of himself. But he didn't care. As the Quaffle was released and the players kicked off it was a Kenyan Chaser who snatched it from the air as quick as lightning, right from between the outstretched hands of his Irish opponent. |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Mar 13 2009, 01:17:32 PM Post #11 |
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Mitchell amd his sister were jumping up and down, they came to an abrupt stop when they realised it was now Kenya who had the Quaffle. "No! Comeon Ireland!" he screamed at the top of his voice. "I thought you weren't into Quidditch!" his sister said smugly. "Things change, anyway just shutup and cheer will you!" he grinned. Aphrodite shouted "Go Ireland go" Mitchell watched in awe at how fast the Quidditch players were, especially the Kenyans. His head snapped up as he heard a defeaning crack. Mitchell grinned happily as the Kenyan chaser lost the Quaffle, as he was about to shoot it in to one of the hoops, it fell downwards at a tremendous speed. "Apphie, look! That irish player just grabbed the Quaffle from underneath the Kenyan who dropped it! Haha! Gutted!" "Bet that bludger hurt him too!" Apphie giggled. Mitchell jumped, and nearly fell in to the person sat in the seat in front of him. Oops! "Gooooooo Ireland!" |
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| Addie Lumineux | Mar 13 2009, 06:01:39 PM Post #12 |
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ooc|| Haha, that's why I picked her xD You don't know how many times I've been told I look like Michelle Williams >.< Also, when is Adds getting kidnapped? After the match? Addie smiled, glancing to Tristan after her mother had left. She knew her mother would like him, it was just her father she was worried about. Addie turned her attention back to the match, grinning as Ireland captured the Quaffle. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 13 2009, 07:00:04 PM Post #13 |
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Ian looked up just as Ireland scored. The announcer (who was also in the Minister's box) called out the score: 10 - 0, Ireland. When Kenya had the quaffle again, Ian gave Belladonna a nasty glare. Sure, Ian didn't like his mother much, and he'd made similar comments under his breath, but Angeline was still his mother, and nobody else had the right to talk to her like that. One could think what they wanted of their family, but when it came to outside criticism, it was then that one usually had to show some loyalty. Besides, Ian hated Belladonna. Anyone who would marry someone like Alphonse had to be worst possible kind of bitch. And Ian was sure she was in cahoots with him on everything he did. He couldn't prove it, but somehow he knew she knew about everything. Alphonse himself, however, was nowhere to be seen. This made Ian more agitated than if he'd been in the box with him. At least then he would be able to keep the bastard where he could see him. Anton looked a mix of anger and frustration, as well as a little...was that guilt? What was he thinking? Ian wasn't even sure if his step-father wasn't in it with Alphonse, but somehow he doubted it, even if he was a bit cautious around him nonetheless. His feelings that his step-father would not betray him to Azariah probably came from what Professor Belleford had said at the end of last term, about how, as far as she was concerned, Anton was his real father. She seemed so sure, as if she knew something about Ian's step-father that Ian himself did not. Ian steadily watched on, hovering somewhere between amusement and anxiety, as Kenya retaliated with two scores in a row. It was Ireland's ball, now. The score was now 10 - 20, Kenya. |
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| Kane Resultran | Mar 13 2009, 11:31:43 PM Post #14 |
Seventh Year; Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain; His Royal High and Mighty Godly Modship
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Kane had just gotten through the line into the stadium when Ireland scored. He smiled, as the announcer called 10 - 0, Ireland. Kane marched up to a high spot, where his ticket had indicated, and yelled out. "IRELAND!" There were people all around him, clamoring in their places, yelling out. He had been given pats on the back, high fives, all from people he hadn't known. Kenya now had the Quaffle, and was speeding down toward the opposite end of the pitch. Kane urged the Irish Chasers to speed up and grab the Quaffle. "COME ON!" he screamed. "MULLET! MORAN! TROY! GET HIM!" Just then, one of the Beaters, Quigley, shot the Bludger at the Kenyan Chaser, who narrowly dodged it and scored. The score was now 10 - 10. There were groans and sighs from the people beside him. However, Kane wasn't discouraged. He was sure that Ireland would make a come back. As he turned away to pull another exploding wand from his rucksack, Kenya had scored again. The score was now 10 - 20, Kenya. More moans erupted from his side of the pitch, most fittingly covered in green and silver. Now the Irish had the Quaffle. Mullet had it, and he sped down the pitch, passing it back and forth between himself and Troy. One of the Kenyon Chasers was in the middle, trying to intercept the Quaffle. However, he had no luck, as Troy had reached the end of the pitch, and was about to shoot it into the left goal hoop, when it was intercepted by one of the Kenyon Chasers! Screams shot from the opposite side of the pitch. She sped down the pitch, her hair flapping against her face, balls flying around her in the sky. Quigley and Connoly, the two Beaters, both flew next to her, their bats at the ready. Almost immediately before she entered the goal zone, a Bludger flew near Connoly, who swatted at it and made it fly straight to the Chaser's broom. It hit the back of the broom, and the Chaser spun up in a backflip like circle, the Quaffle flying out of her hands. Quigley flew up and hit it towards Moran. Moran zig-zagged down the Quidditch Pitch, his hands firmly on the Quaffle. He dodged Bludgers, flew over Beaters, escaped other Chasers, and threw the Quaffle into the center goal post. The score was now 20 - 20. "A BRILLIANT PLAY BY IRELAND! THEY STOLE THE QUAFFLE FROM KENYA, AND RETURNED IT FOR 10 POINTS! THE SCORE IS 20 - 20!" said the announcer, no doubt his voice enhanced by the Sonorus charm. Kane grinned and high fived and clapped people on the back. He was beaming. Ireland had made a comeback. |
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| Chelsea Hubbard | Mar 14 2009, 07:08:01 AM Post #15 |
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Chelsea felt completely different to how she had felt on the campsite. Pulling her brother and cousin on each arm, she beamed as she handed over their tickets. They found their seats rather quickly as chelsea hurried them all up to the upper most tier of the stadium, below the boxes, amidst the black, red and green banners and flags. She pulled her scarf around her neck and sighed in awe as she watched Kenya score and groaned when Ireland equalised. "Jay! Look, you could have been up there!" She said amazed. She knew one day he would play for Kenya, he'd come so close to getting on the reserve team. Staring up and glancing, she saw a Kenyan beater fly a bludger hard at an Ireland chaser. He dodged it but lost the quaffle which one of the Kenyan chasers retrieved gratefully. He zoomed down the pitch toward the Ireland keeper, shot, but the keeper caught it. "Come on, Kenya!" She yelled as hard as she could! "Beat them! Throw the bloody bludger at them! Come on!" She was hoarse through yelling and her brother watched on happy to see her forget about their troubles. |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Mar 14 2009, 11:10:16 AM Post #16 |
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Sixth Year
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Mitchell high fived his sister when Ireland matched up to Kenya's 20 points. "Yeahh!". Mitchell had been so distracted that he hadn't noticed that Ireland had scored again! The announcers voice boomed across the stadium "Ireland kick it up a notch and take the lead! 30-20 to Ireland!" Mitchell took a swig of butterbeer, and shouted out "Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!" as loud as he could. He fell in to his chair, exhausted, "Cheering is hard work!" he muttered. Mitchell took his focus back to the game, and watched as an Ireland chaser zoomed closer and closer to the goal hoops, threw the Quaffle and scored! Mitchell jumped back up, he realised the match most certainly was not over. "Yesssssssssssssssssss!" he screamed. Mitchell winked at his sister, who high-fived him again in return. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 14 2009, 12:10:44 PM Post #17 |
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Diana's family were on the top part of the stadium. They could see the game playing out below, and thanks to a monetary exchange, her father had purchased four Omnioculars, despite Diana's protest. "They're a good investment, for when we watch you play in this stadium." he'd replied as her mom looked on, beaming. Diana smiled at her parents and took the golden brass binoculars into her hands. Her brother's each recieved one--because they couldn't share-- and her parents shared one. Her brothers never really agreed on much, and it showed. Apollo was wearing the Kenyan colors with a matching tall hat, and Archimedes was wearing the colors of the Irish. Her parents were also dressed to support their different teams--Selena was in Kenyan garb, while her dad, Helios, was in green and orange. Diana, hereslf, was a combination of the two. She wore an obscenely large hat with a shamrock on the brim, but in her hand she waved the Kenyan flag. As her family got more and more animated with each play of the game, Diana did too. "LET'S GO KENYA! YOU CAN GET THE QUAFFLE BACK!" screamed her mother. "HE USED THE PORKSOFF PLOY! BEAUTIFUL!" Diana crowed. "KENYA'S GOING TO LOSE!" "NO, IRELAND'S GOING TO LOSE!" "NO, KEN--" "BOYS!" Helios boomed. |
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| Mitchell Kalvor | Mar 14 2009, 12:40:44 PM Post #18 |
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Sixth Year
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"Come on Ireland, you need to score again! You're not that much in the lead!" Mitchell screamed. He slapped his head in frustration. His sister, Aphrodite laughed and grinned at him. Mitchell turned his head and scowled at her, he felt his mouth twitch, and he couldn't resist the grin that he could feel coming. His face spread in to a big grin, and he laughed back at his sister. "I can't help wanting Ireland to win" he said innocently to her. "Oh please!" she laughed back at him. "Anyway...the game!" she ushered They both turned their attentions back and realised that neither team had scored in a while, whenever either team was close to scoring, the Quaffle was always intercepted. "Come on!" Mitchell shouted. He tensed as an Ireland chaser aimed the Quaffle at the left goal hoop. Mitchell was ready to jump in joy, the Quaffle soared towards the hoop - it looked like Ireland was going to be another 10 points in the lead, until the Kenyan Keeper swooped to the side and caught the Quaffle. "Aw no!" Mitchell sighed. |
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| Lucy Hughes | Mar 14 2009, 12:46:34 PM Post #19 |
Sixth Year
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Lucy was running, laughing, tripping, and skipping into the stadium, gave the ticket to a checking-man and he directed her to go up. She stopped to buy some Omnioculars, sweets, and exploding wands, before started climbing and didn't stop for what felt like ages, listening to the commentry of the match. She sort of didn't like missing it, but at the same time was in a 'life is too short to be worried' kind of mood. She looked up and let out a squeal of excitement. "Chris!" She jumped up the last few steps to a platform where her brother was standing, and hugged him tight around the waist, feeling and hearing him laugh. "Hey there Luce. Calm down, you've been away a night. Not enough to go crazy." and Lucy couldn't help but laugh with him. "Hey, come up and sit with me." "Yes, yes, I think I will. It would be nice to meet some of your friends." Lucy smiled and lead her brother up more, until she found Kane in a box with a few empty seats. "Hey Kane! Is it alright if we sit here? This is my brother, Chris." She smiled and indicated her tall brother, who stuck out a large hand for Kane to shake. She looked round at the game in time to see the Kenyans snatch the Quaffle from the failed Irish Chaser's throw, then pass along the pitch to another Kenyan chaser who startted flying too fast to the goals and narrowly missed the Bludger, which knocked him off course, and make him drop the Quaffle. Edited by Lucy Hughes, Mar 14 2009, 12:51:24 PM.
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| Kane Resultran | Mar 14 2009, 01:31:01 PM Post #20 |
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Seventh Year; Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain; His Royal High and Mighty Godly Modship
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"Hey Kane! Is it alright if we sit here? This is my brother, Chris." He saw her indicate her fairly tall brother. They were about the same height. Kane outstretched his hand and gave him a nice, firm shake. He turned to Lucy. "I don't mind much at all," he said, smiling. "In fact, I'd prefer it, as I don't really know anybody here!" He moved to the side in order to either allow them to pass or take the unoccupied seats. He turned just in time to see Ireland take the Quaffle. Mullet had the Quaffle, and Connoly and Quigley were on either side of him, beating back Bludgers as they came by. Mullet's flying varied in levels; sometimes he would fly high, sometimes very low. At this moment, he was speeding toward the Kenya part of the Pitch, well above the rest of the players, save for the two Beaters. He swerved in and out between the two of them. "HE'S DOING THE IRISH JIG!" (lol, I can't come up with any interesting play names :P) yelled Kane as he recognized what Ireland was doing. Quickly, a Kenyan Chaser caught up to Mullet and flew right behind him, ready to catch the Quaffle should it be dropped. Mullet threw the Quaffle high in the air, did a backflip on his broom, and shot it toward the goal posts with a swoop of his broom. It was nearly intercepted by one of the Kenyan Chasers, but he was too late, and it soared through the highest, middle hoop. Kane smiled as the announcer said, "THE SCORE IS NOW 40 - 20 IRELAND!" He caught sight of Lucy and patted her on the back. The Irish are going to win this one, he told himself. Kenya now has the Quaffle. OOC: Can I please recommend putting scores in bold? And at the end of your post, putting who has the Quaffle, if you are "watching" the match, that is. Thank you. Edited by Kane Resultran, Mar 14 2009, 02:05:08 PM.
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