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 Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 9:38 pm
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Robin 'Theo' Gibbs
Eleven year old Football Prodigy
House: Gryffindor{|}Football Club: TBA{|}First Year
Theo looked at her, nodding in acceptance about the tension. He definitely hated it too, but he didn't control it and neither did she, which he was sure if either of them had control, they would either tell them to suck it up or leave. "I definitely can agree with that. I mean, maybe we'd understand it more if we were here last year, but from my eyes, they are all blowing this way out of proportion. And my year has been alright. Rather uneventful for having to transition from a muggle-life to a magical life, maybe it has to do with me being a halfblood? I really don't know. I have looked this music club the school has, but I really don't know about that either," he told her honestly. It wasn't a really long explanation of his year, but it was long enough. This life had been much like his muggle life. He had been doing very well in school, just minus the sports...unfortunately.
I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 8:58 pm
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Alexandria nodded in agreement. "Exactly! They're blowing it way out of proportion." It was pretty ridiculous how worked up one house got over a sport. Sure, it was fun, but seriously? Nobody died. At least, not at the fault of playing quidditch at Hogwarts. Well, none that Alex has heard about. Clearly, all the commotion wasn't about somebody dying. The girl let out a soft, inaudible sigh upon hearing that Theo's year had been uneventful, but something interesting caught her attention. "You went to the music club?" Although Alexandria loved music, she didn't love it enough to join some stupid club and perform there. Though, the fact that Theo checked it out meant he was involved with music, didn't it?
Oh, oh, oh, it's m a g i c you know. Never b e l i e v e it's not so.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 9:19 pm
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Robin 'Theo' Gibbs
Eleven year old Football Prodigy
House: Gryffindor{|}Football Club: TBA{|}First Year
Theo nodded in agreement to her, wondering why everyone had seemed so on the edge about it. Sure, Theo at first had been on edge as well, but after that day, he was alright. Everyone seemed to have remembered it too well. He let it go and was glad he did. He wanted the least amount of involvement with this drama as possible.
"Yes, I checked it out. I play classical and spanish guitar so I thought it may be worth it, but it was okay...I mean, everyone was singing it seemed like...uncannily well...so I don't know if my style fits or not," he said to her, shrugging. He was good at guitar. It came from being able to play it on the car rides to his away games with his father. His father, despite being annoyed by his horrible sound in the beginning, but it all payed off because now his father had gotten to listen to a very pleasant sounding type of play that is associated with classical and Flamenco. He could play the basic chords that most songs go with, he just always felt that was too simple.
I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 9:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 9:52 pm
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Robin 'Theo' Gibbs
Eleven year old Football Prodigy
House: Gryffindor{|}Football Club: TBA{|}First Year
Theo shook his head and then said, "I wouldn't call it that because there were some people that seemed to be just using instruments, but there wasn't many. And a choir usually performs together, where I don't think they do that, they might though. I might not be going back though. Not my place I don't think," he said to her, shrugging again. It really didn't matter. He went the first day of their meeting to see if he liked it or not and quite honestly, it didn't present much fun for him.
"Have you found any clubs around here that you like?" he asked her, seeing if she found anything better. He really didn't know anything around here other than the music club, but maybe there was something that fit his liking.
I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 9:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 6:34 pm
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Alexandria raised an eyebrow. "So, it's like one big band?" In a band, not everybody sang, right? Didn't some member only play instruments? Although when Theo explained that they didn't perform all together, the eleven year old scrunched her nose. She didn't quite understand what the Music Club was. Deciding she didn't quite care enough to figure out exactly what the club was about, Alex dropped the subject and allowed a moment of silence before her friend asked his next question. "Besides Quidditch, not exactly," she admitted. "I can't join the Dueling Club until next year, so that really blows." The eleven year old heard that in order to join, you had to be in at least your second year; however, she didn't go down there to make sure. It could have really just been a rumour though the older students who she has talked to about that club all said the same thing.
Oh, oh, oh, it's m a g i c you know. Never b e l i e v e it's not so.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
It's m a g i c you know. Never b e l i e v e it's not so. |
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 6:15 am
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Robin 'Theo' Gibbs
Eleven year old Football Prodigy
House: Gryffindor{|}Football Club: TBA{|}First Year
"I honestly have no idea. If you are into performing in front of everyone I say go ahead, but I've never been one to do that; so I really wasn't too keen on it," he told her, chuckling a bit. He really had no clue about the music club after the first meeting. All they did was sing to each other and maybe the occasional person playing a violin, or a piano...maybe a guitar.
"I want to join the dueling club too, but yeah, I don't think we can join until next year," he told her, almost positive that they couldn't. She was right, it was bad that they couldn't join that, but he would be patient for once in his life. "I really want to become a dueler. Dueling on its own sound fun," he said to her, maybe using it as a fallback if his football career ever was sent spiraling out.
I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 9:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 9:23 pm
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It may sound absurd but don't be naïve
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
And it's not easy to be me
Jacob walked down the stairs, his mind elsewhere. He hadn't been able to catch his brother yet, and suspected that Rick might be avoiding him. He doubted it, though. If anything, Rick wouldn't do that, and was probably doing what his brother did best, which was sticking his nose in a book somewhere. Where that was, he didn't know. Then again, Rick could be doing it in plain sight and Jacob wouldn't know until much later.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair and blinked when he spied something unusual. Well, more like someone he'd been running into a lot lately and hadn't seen her in this state before. Something inside of him reared up, the very thing that Rick called a hero complex as Jacob walked over to the albino girl. What had happened to cause her to get into such a state? Not too long ago they were laughing at each other and goofing off on the covered bridge, and now? Okay something must have happened. Deciding to really be daring, he got up to her and touched her shoulder, a frown marring his features. "Hey, Jaslyn, are you okay? What happened?"
He reached into a pocket and withdrew some tissue he had, mostly for dealing with runny noses during the winter, and handed them to her, trying to steady the girl as she sobbed. Whatever had caused this, he was now irritated with. He protected his friends, and never wanted to see them hurt. It probably was the reason he was a Chimera as well, that need to protect. He only stood there, however, and waited, being the quiet presence and waiting for her to speak first.
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Location: Ground Floor Corridor
State: Concerned
OOC: ...
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I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 3:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 6:34 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 10:32 am
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Iñigo Lazaro Albion-Alexandré
House: Ravenclaw{|}Seer{|}First Year
Iñigo walked down the corridor, not really knowing where to go. This place had been so big and was very hard to navigate. So, he figured he should explore the place to get to know it a little better. He kept his eyes to his sides, not watching where he was going at all. He became entranced by all the beautiful artwork, the moving portraits, and the memorabilia that were hung from the walls. This place had to have some rich history behind, even that of which is not learned in History class.
He kept walking, his eyes fixated on the walls of the castle and before he knew it...Crash! He ran right into someone, knocking them over and almost tripping himself up. He hadn't known she was there and he soon realized it was the blonde first year, whose name eluded him at the moment, but before he knew it, he was instantly trying to help her.
"Siento! Siento! Oh wait...no...I mean...sorry," he said to her trying to stay calm, but stuttering over his words a bit. He had not meant to knock the girl clean over like that, nor did he expect that to happen at all. He got down to one knee to attempt to help her up. "Are you alright?" he asked her, hoping she was. He had never done this to someone before and he really didn't know how to react to it at all, but do what he was trying to do now.
“There is no death. Only a change of worlds.”
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 2:52 pm
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It happened all very quickly, actually. One moment, she was walking the right way up on the floor and the next, she was just not. In the brief, very brief interval between the two occurrences, Anastasia clearly remembered running into someone-- or was it the other way around?-- which ended up with her here, on the floor, pretty achy and having the wind knocked clear out of her but nothing she couldn't handle.
It was all sort of surreal, kind of, watching the person who had bumped into her-- the robes said Ravenclaw and she vaguely remembered his face as a fellow first year-- apologize like mad for running her over. She laughed when the sorries came up from the kneeling boy and pushed herself up, resting her weight on her elbows before taking said person's hand and pushing herself up to a sitting position. Waving away the apologies, Anastasia grinned. "I'm alright, thank you," she assured, not opting to stand for a while just to get her breath back. Also, yeah, achy. He looked a bit unsure, so the blonde tacked on a little more assurance on her part. "Really, I am. I've had worse," the Slytherin smiled dryly, feeling through the blonde curls for any bumps. "I probably should have watched where I was going too," she admitted. "I wasn't paying very much attention."
"Anyways, I'm Anastasia," Anastasia introduced herself, blue eyes shining in amusement. "How about you?"
h o w d o y o u d o t h e r e?- - -
p a r s e l m o u t h
s l y t h t a b l e s ✖ a l o n e ✖w e e k e n d s✖ e x c i t e d ✖s i n g l e ✖o o c : closed ✖
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 10:09 pm
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Iñigo Lazaro Albion-Alexandré
House: Ravenclaw{|}Seer{|}First Year
Iñigo looked to her as she waved his apologies off, worried that she would not accept them, but when she had grinned at him, a load dropped off of his chest. He was glad that she didn't seem to be hurt, but was even more relieved to her saying she was alright, but doubt always lingered in the back of his head. He wondered if she really was, or was just saying that to make sure he was relieved. He shook the thought off and just took what was given to him, and that was that she was alright.
"No, no, no...you were fine. I was looking at el arte on the wall over there," he said to her, smiling, finally taking notice to the young girl's sparkling blue eyes. It almost entranced him at first glance, but he shook himself upon hearing her question.
"Mucho gusto Anastasia. It is pleasure to meet you. My name is Iñigo, but some people call me Lazarus because of my...uhm...middle...yes that's right. My middle name," he said to the girl, still on his knee down at her level. He truly wanted to make sure she was alright and would not leave the spot until she was able to walk again. He was surprised how okay the girl was with being ran over like this, but he was not going to argue with it.
“There is no death. Only a change of worlds.”
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