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Post by Zoe Austen on Aug 27, 2006 19:30:54 GMT
((This post will be kept up to date with the latest points and scores for both teams. Please read the post below for a description of the area and weather conditions. As well, there is information on the area provided at the Official World Cup Website. The only rule that will be different from those on the Quidditch page is that beaters only need to make 3 contact rather than 5 as it stands that professional beaters will seldom if ever miss contact.
Spain
Captain - Mercedes Mendes
Chaser – Rosalyn Montoya, 1-0-1*
Chaser – Lydia Morandos, 1-1-0
Chaser – Juliana Valdez, 2-2-1
Keeper – Mercedes Mendes, 2-2-1
Beater – Enrique Ramos, 2-0-0*
Beater – Cadelaria Navarro, 2-1-1
Seeker – Marrando Ortega, 2-2-1
Germany
Captain - Letty Toretto
Chaser – Letty Toretto, 2-1-1
Chaser – Jurgen Bleichner, 2-2-1
Chaser – Adelle Dannenberg, 1-1-0
Keeper – Deidrick Mong, 1-2-1
Beater – Adal Klein, 1-2-1
Beater – Dara Schmitz, 1-1-1
Seeker - Storm Rhinebeck, 1-1-0
* = minor hit
+ = major hit and loss of a skill point for the game
Spain
150
Germany
20))
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Post by Zoe Austen on Aug 27, 2006 19:31:37 GMT
It was finally time for the first semi-finals game. All in all it was a nice Canadian day as Zoe Austin met the other Quidditch officials on the pitch early that morning. It was 18 degrees Celsius, a respectable temperature; warm enough for the fans to be in tee-shirts but cool enough the players wouldn’t boil up too much in their Quidditch robes. That was one of the things they took into account when choosing Alberta as their location, that along with the natural protection from muggles that the mountains provided.
The crowds arrived, slowly a first, and then all in a rush, their feet reminiscent of rolling thunder as they took to the stands carved into the mountains’ sides. The pitch itself was in between two mountains, the space having been magically cleared out of rock while still keeping the mountains steady. When ten o’clock rolled around Zoe heard the announcer begin and stepped into the centre of the pitch.
A large crate of balls sat in the centre; four balls to be exact – a quaffle, two bludgers, and a snitch. When the Spanish and German teams had gathered around her Zoe asked the captains Letty and Mercedes to shake hands.
The players rose into the air, red and blue spots against the clear blue sky, as Zoe released the bludgers and snitch. Zoe then rode up above the chasers and dropped the quaffle to them. The first official semi-finals match had begun.
((Players may now begin and Captains remember you must post your locker room speech with your first post))
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Post by enrique on Aug 27, 2006 21:25:00 GMT
The adrenaline raced through Enrique's body as he did a warm up lap around the Quidditch pitch. Today was an important game, and he knew that every single player there wanted to win so badly. Even if it wasn't the actual final game, it was just important to make it to the final game.
As the players finally slowed to a stop and huddled around the center of the pitch, Enrique watched the referee Zoe Austen get ready to begin the game. In a snap, the balls were released, and the players robes were a blur. Enrique watched closely to see who emerged with the quaffle. His eyes were also scanning for the rampaging bludgers to see if he could find one to send at the German team. While waiting, he could do nothing but smile. It was time for QUIDDITCH!
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Post by Jurgen Bleichner on Aug 27, 2006 21:34:36 GMT
Jurgen couldn’t suppress his smile as he buckled the last bolt onto his wrist pad. It was time for Quidditch. The German team had worked hard to make it this far, it was time to go for the trophy, only two more games stood in their way. As one of the teams starting Chaser Jurgen would do his best to see this dream come true for the team. He looked about the locker room at his fellow team mates. He had known them for a long time, had worked beside them and had won games with them. He knew almost everything about them just as they knew everything about him. A teams chemistry was key for a team’s success. Someone had to know that his team mates would do their job and not let anyone down. Jurgen always tried his hardest to not let the team down.
Jurgen stood as their captain gave a quick speech. A speech was also a key factor in achieving victory. The team had to be in the right frame of mind and have their morale up in order to perform well. The speech was a good one that got the team fired up. Jurgen punched his fist into the air at the end of speech and joined in with a heartfelt cheer. With that it was time to put the game face on and step out onto the pitch. Jurgen took a few warm up laps around the pitch and than lined up with the rest of his team as the game was about to start. The referee tossed the Quaffle into the air and the game was on. Jurgen kept a watch on who was going to end up with the Quaffle. If it was the opposing team he’d have to steal it back, if Germany got it he’d have to get open for a pass.
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Post by marrado on Aug 27, 2006 21:39:06 GMT
Marrando wore a smirk. He knew this game as well as the wuidditch cup was in the bag. He always tried to remind his teammates of that but usually to no avail. He pulled his gloves a little tighter on his wrists as he pulled his legs behind him to stretch his legs. He did this a few moments apeice, and proceeded to pull his arms to and fro keeping them limber. He was in his Quidditch mentality. Nothing could get him un-focused. He could visualize him catching the game winning snitch and his teammates raising him up on their shoulder's and the crown (Both German and Spanish) would all praise him, but he was getting ahead of him self.
Marrando mounted his brrom and took his place high above the other players so as to get a better visual of the feild. He kept his eyes locked on the box. he did;however, yell some encouragement to his teammates. "Come on, this is just another day on the feild." He would yell. He had that mentality. Just another day on the field. He wanted for the referee to launch the snitch so he could catch it and get it over with. He wanted to find the snitch flying, and dramatically catch it. He kept his eyes on the box; however. He waited and waited. It seemed like an eternity. But eventually, the ref. launched the snitch and the bludgers and quaffles. He scanned the field everywhere for the snitch. The World Cup championship is now on the line.
((Search for Snitch))
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Post by adelle on Aug 27, 2006 22:02:46 GMT
Adelle needed her warm-up exercises today not just for the sake of loosening up but also because of the temperature. This was like a lovely, cool, early autumn day in the part of Germany she came from - but you wouldn't believe it was August. Of course, she was still dressed for August - she would soon be flying around, granted with a significant head-wind to cool her down, but she would be exerting herself to her fullest as you had to do in professional Quidditch and it was inevitable she would be warming up when she did that. But no need to freeze before the match. She wore her blue robes wrapped tightly around her (and with pride of course) as she listened to her captain's speech and stole a glance at her other fellow Chaser as well. It was important to work together in the game. But she hadn't seen too much of an obstructive ego inside Jurgen yet. Of course, it could always be there, lingering until it could choose the very worst moment to reveal itself in its true horror. These things always did.
She only let go of her robes as she mounted her broom and rose, spiralling for a moment, into the air, her blue robes flaring behind her impressively. She scrutinised carefully the distribution of players around the pitch, took one look at the roaring crowd that swirled in the stands that trapped her from taking off completely, felt the usual lurch in her stomach and supressed it just as effectively as usual. All that finished with within two seconds, she now waited for the fate of the Quaffle to be decided so that she could start doing her work to make sure that distinctive red ball made its way towards the Spanish goal hoops as speedily (and with as few diversions!) as possible.
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Post by rosario on Aug 28, 2006 7:19:10 GMT
Rosalyn was ready. Her red Spanish robe smelled of fresh summer air. She always charmed her robes to smell this way before a game. It helped relax her and helped her focus. Mercedes, their captain, had given them the traditional "Locker Room Speech", which always pumped Rosalyn up. She wanted to go, baby. Her feet ached with the need for speed. Finally, it was time to enter the field. She mounted her broom along with her team and they zoomed out and onto the field. Cheers filled her ears, making adrenaline pump through her veins. One glance at her teammates faces and she knew. They were just as ready to go as she was. Marrando offered some encouragement, making Rosalyn smile and whoop as loud as she could. The crowd erupted. Everyone was ready.
Rosalyn looked down at the field as Zoe Austin took her place beside the crate of Quidditch balls. The crate twitched a bit as the bludgers tried to break free. Oh, how she hated those things. She could remember every broken bone, scratch, or bruise she ever got from on of the cursed balls. The ball she yearned for, was the Quaffle. The red leather always seemed to call out to her, making her try harder than ever to get her hands on it. It was almost regrettable, passing the Quaffle or shooting to score, but the cheers and want to win always made her throw extra hard into one of those golden hoops.
She bit her lip. This was too much of a wait! Her foot twitched from side to side very rapidly as she waited in anticipation.
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Post by nero on Aug 28, 2006 9:31:07 GMT
Lydia had been waiting all week for the game. Spain versus Germany- it had arrived, finally. The tension all week had almost been too much for the Spanish Chaser and as Mercedes gave the team the 'pep-talk' before their entrance; Lydia was almost shivering with excitement. Too long had she practised with her sister all those years ago, too long had she waited to be chosen, too long had she polished her broom with anticipation. Finally the moment had come; the World Cup was beginning to form, the winner would soon be announced. Lydia’s Firebolt was just itching to go, same as it’s rider- and the other team-mates around her. As they shot from the stands, their names being announced to cheers and whoops, Lydia grinned wildly. Finally!
The loud words of Marrando reached Lydia’s ears as they rose into the air and she laughed joyfully, shooting one red-clad arm into the sky with a loud whoop. Everyone took their places, and Lydia caught Rosalyn’s eye and grinned slightly, a small ‘let’s go!’ expression passing from her dark eyes. Her dark, sleek black hair was tied tightly in a flat bun on the back of her head, spelled to stay back so no loose strands would get in her way as she flew. She hovered in the air, her determined expression set on her tanned face. They had to win. They were going to win!
The balls rose, the Snitch fluttering only slightly before disappearing straight away. But Lydia ignored that- and focused solely on the Quaffle. As Zoe dropped it from above, Lydia shot towards it, giving a small hand-signal as she went to indicate to any of the other Spanish Chasers that she was trying for the ball. She urged her Firebolt, childishly named 'Breezy', on beneath her and focused her dark, determined eyes on the Quaffle.
((Trying to catch the Quaffle.))
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Post by deidrick on Aug 28, 2006 14:38:53 GMT
Deidrick looked in the mirror and admired his set of blue robes. The color seemed to bring out a brightness in his eyes. Starring motionlessly at his reflection, he just stood there. This was it. This was what he and his teammates had been practicing for. The work was long and tiring, but it was all paying off. Deidrick knew that only Spain stood in his way to making it to the World Cup. That was the only thing that mattered at this point.
The tension was high as he left the player's quarters with his teammates and mounted his broom. Although few words were shared, so much could be understood just from the few glances that he got from his teammates. They were ready- ready to play their hardest against Spain.
The loud shouts from the crowd were only a whisper in Deidrick's ear. He had his mind on only one thing, well, three actually. The trio of high round hoops sprung up from the ground and stood out against the horizon. Deidrick knew these three hoops as his best friends at times, and his worst enemy at others. Today, he knew that no matter what, he would have to be a blur when flying from hoop to hoop. The Spanish chasers were not to be taken lightly.
After a quick lap around the pitch, Deidrick closed his eyes and counted to ten. Taking his place before the hoops, he watched as the referee, Zoe Austen, released the balls and started the game. It was time: time to make his country proud, time to make his teammates proud, time to take some pride in himself.
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Post by Juliana Valdez on Aug 28, 2006 23:00:03 GMT
Juliana left the locker rooms after the traditional Captain Speech. It was time. The first round of the World Cup would be starting shortly. Juliana was stoked. This would be her first World Cup with the team and she couldn't be any more excited. Juliana was excited to prove herself to her team and her country. She was pumped up and ready to win this match to get to the finals. Both Ireland and Bulgaria were excellent rival teams, but Juliana knew Spain could beat them. The whole team was ready and excited. Juliana was ready to make a victory for Spain! She waled over to the center of the Pitch and took her place on her broom. Only seconds would determine who would receive the quaffle. Juliana waited for the referee, Zoe to get in position to drop the Quaffle. Juliana felt a wisp of heat pass her, but she didn't dare move. She just stared at Zoe ready for the quaffle to be released and for someone to catch it. For a brief moment, Juliana looked around at her team shouting encouragement, but she didn't say a word. She was too focused. She did however show a flashy smile and an excited wink to her fellow teammates to show that she was ready for this and ready to win.
Spain was ready. The team knew this. They could do this and Juliana would be proud if they did. She looked up at Zoe waiting for her to release the quaffle. It felt like a lifetime before it happened, but the quaffle was released. Juliana bit her lit staring at it anxiously. Who would catch it? No one knew yet. The quaffle was dropping closer and closer to them, but Juliana hovered in place in anticipation. She was going to all she could for Spain because she wanted nothing more than to win. Juliana wanted to go home to her parents and smiled. She wanted to know they were proud of what a simple muggle born could do. Juliana watched with big eyed as the quaffle fell further. She didn't know who would catch it, but she did hope it would go to a Spanish Chaser.
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Post by letty on Aug 28, 2006 23:14:14 GMT
Letty had never been so nervous before a game as she was this one. Then again she had never been in a more important game than this. This was her first year as captain and she wanted to be able to say that she had taken her team all the way to the World Cup in her first year. She knew just getting them to the finals was a big deal, but what captain wouldn't love to say that she had been able to take them further. She knew she had a great team who played well together on and off the pitch, and she knew that all they needed was for her to be the best captain she could. Thinking of something inspiring to tell them, she walked into the locker rooms.
"Gather round everyone." She asked not wanting to have to shout to the whole team. She would need her loudest softspoken voice on the field and she knew that. "This is it guys. I know we've worked hard for this moment, and even harder for what comes when we win this game. We can do this. We all know it. The best thing to do is just get out there, have fun and pretend this is just some game that we are all back home playing for fun. This is just a game guys, and win or lose we still made it this far. Let's do this one for Germany." She put her hand in the middle of the group like she had always done and waited for the others to do the same. "Schneller, Stark, Stärker…. Die einzige Weise zu gewinnen" They all shouted, and then cheered showing that they were ready for the game.
Everything between the speech and the quaffle being dropped became one big blur to Letty like it had done so many times before. She watched as the quaffle fell closer to them, and shook herself out of the blurred state that she was in. The quaffle continued dropping. Letty looked around and realized that most of her team was expecting her to make the first move toward the quaffle. The other team hadn't moved toward it yet either. Letty quickly got her start, and headed for the direction of the quaffle. Reaching out with her right hand, she hoped that she would be able to catch it.
((trying to catch quaffle))
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Post by Zoe Austen on Aug 28, 2006 23:38:29 GMT
((Lydia and Letty go for the quaffle
Lydia
1+2=3
Letty
2+5=7
Letty catches the quaffle. Germany in possession.))
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Post by enrique on Aug 29, 2006 0:59:21 GMT
Within seconds, the total atmosphere of the stadium exploded. The crowd's noise multiplied by ten as the balls were released, and the players swarmed into action. At first, it seemed as if nobody was going to go for the quaffle. Second, seeming like hours, passed until finally two of the chasers flew in trying to retrieve the large red ball.
Watching closely, Enrique saw the German capatian emerge with the quaffle. Insantly, he did was he was best at. A raging bludger whizzed past his head. In a flash, Enrique was after it, his bat raised. With one hefty swing, he was aiming straight at the chaser with the quaffle. With so much momentum, the swing felt so good. It was going to be a rough game, but he was ready.
((Bludger attack on Letty))
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Post by Mercedes Mendes on Aug 29, 2006 1:08:51 GMT
" Come on, Mercedes. Shake it off," Mercedes whispered to herself as she heard the stands explode into a roar. Lifting her head, she looked out of the opening that revealed the screaming fans that were there to root Germany and Spain on in competition Turning around, she saw her team sitting around on benches in the brightly decorated locker room. Talking among themselves, they all seemed a tad bit nervous. Many of them had never been here before, and just like Mercedes in her first cup game, they were probably thinking this may be there last time to shine. Loud music blared and the crowd roared again. Mercedes breathed deeply. This wasn't her first captain's speech, but it was probably going to be her most important.
" Okay, guys. Listen up," Mercedes too another deep breath. " I know we've worked hard to get here, and I am proud of each and every one of you. I hope you all have gained something out of this experience....," she paused as the crowd roared at the bang of fireworks,"....but I've come to respect every last and single one of you. Now, I know when this is over, we will all go back to Spain and play for our respective teams and be rivals once again, but...." she stopped for dramatic effect," I just want each of you to know that I consider you my friends and we will never stop being a team. Now," Mercedes put her hand out and let the players pile their respective hands on top of hers," lets get out there and show Germany that we aren't pushovers." All the hands went up in the air as the team cried, " Viva' Espana!"
A few moments later, wind coursed through Mercedes hair as the announcer cried, " Now introducting Team Spain. Mendes.....Montoya...Morandos...Valdez...Ramos...Navarro...Ortega!" The crowd cheered as they took a loop around the pitch to meet in the middle. Coming to a stop in front of her school mate and rival, Letty, she took her hand and smiled. " Good luck, Letty." Flying up, Mercedes took her position in front of the goals. Biting her lip, she watched the quaffle drop. After a moment of scuffling, Letty grabbed the quaffle and started heading in her direction. Smiling to herself, it looked like they were going to face off pretty early.
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Post by rosario on Aug 29, 2006 4:01:06 GMT
The balls rose into the air, the cursed bludgers zooming away. The Quaffle started to fall, Rosalyn's finger twitched and was about to after it herself, but it was too late. Lydia and Letty went for it and Letty got hold of the red ball. Rosalyn muttered a quiet Spanish curse and leaned over, zooming as fast as she could toward Letty.
((attempt to steal Quaffle from Letty))
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Post by Zoe Austen on Aug 29, 2006 4:17:56 GMT
((Enrique attempts to send a bludger at Letty
Enrique Contact
2+6=8
Enrique hits the bludger; there is a bludger heading towards Letty.
Rosalyn tries to steal the quaffle.
Rosalyn
1+5=6
Letty
2+2=4
Rosalyn steals the quaffle. Germany Spain in possession. Thanks Jurgen for pointing that out.))
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Post by Jurgen Bleichner on Aug 29, 2006 5:41:30 GMT
((Im sorry Zoe, but Rosalyn is on the spanish team, i believe you meant to write, Spain is in possesion))
Jurgen smiled happily as the quaffel first fell into German hands. He zoomed off and prepared himself for a pass but the chance never came. A Spanish chaser made the steal. Gritting his teeth Jurgen quickly caught up to her and started to punch the ball in an attempt to knock it out of her hands.
((Attempt to steal Quaffel from Rosalyn.))
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Post by Zoe Austen on Aug 29, 2006 15:22:21 GMT
((Jurgen attempts to steal the quaffle.
Jurgen
2+1=3
Rosalyn
1+5=6
Rosalyn keeps the quaffle. Spain is still in possession. There is still a bludger headed at Letty.))
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Post by rosario on Aug 29, 2006 15:43:55 GMT
She was so close, Letty was right there. Yes! She got hold of the Quaffle just in time. She turned her broom around and leaned over, one arm protectively holding the red leather ball. Suddenly, Bleichner, a German chaser, came out of nowhere and started to punch the ball out of her hands. She held on tightly and swerved, keeping the ball. The golden hoops were closer now. She turned her head around, searching for another Spanish chaser to pass to. Lydia was closest.
((pass to Lydia))
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Post by letty on Aug 29, 2006 17:23:43 GMT
The quaffle had been stolen. Letty looked around to see who had grabbed it from her. She saw it in the arms of a Spanish girl, and turned to take off after her. She also saw a bludger headed for her. Letty tried her best to dodge the bludger, and get closer to the quaffle. She had to get it back. She just had to. She was starting to freak out again. Calm yourself Letty. Don't let yourself blur out like you do before the games. This game is too important Letty told herself as she continued to approach the Spanish Chaser. The quaffle was being passed, maybe that was her chance.
((Trying to dodge bludger, and intercept the pass.))
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