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Storm · 17 · 7th · · Half-blood · 5'2"
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Jul 18 2018, 03:42 PM   Link Quote
Welcome to the Race!
It was the perfect day to spend at the lake soaking up the rays and sipping fruity drinks.

Too bad perfect for everyone else did not mean perfect for the Ravenclaw Prefect, and it was for this reason -and not so much a fashion statement- that the tattooed eagle was decked out in a large gardening hat that looked like it had been snatched from Gran, oversized neon orange sunglasses and a very generous amount of sunscreen. She smelled like a damn banana, but hey some people were into that sort of thing so she wasn’t about to write the day off as a complete waste just yet. Not to mention the potential for spic crashed and drama on the race course was exponentially promising and there was not a chance in hell that she was going to miss the epic showdown. In fact the lazy eagle had gotten her ass there early to make sure the race was going to go down and to aid in setting up the course and all that fun shit. In her honest and completely biased opinion the race course had turned out sick!

Even from a distance it is not hard to make out the colorful foal race markers that border the course. Some parts hug the edge of the Black lake while other spots swing out over the lake, and it is for this reason that race participants had been encouraged to bring a a change of clothes -or at least a towel- just in case. The race was anything but simple though, each participant would be balancing an egg on a spoon while on broomstick and to make things even more challenging the course was full of obstacles to be avoided and maneuvered around. Of course there were some safety measures, for one all obstacles were made out of soft foam -that bounced back on impact but that isn’t really a safety feature is it?- and foam padding on the ground below to break falls and dropped eggs. When it came to brooms, well the decision had been left up to race participants: bring your own or fly a school broom. Simple enough right?

Some students were still lazily making their way to the lake, looking still half sleep as they stumbled slowly towards the crowds that had already gathered. It was a little bit hectic at the starting line, race participants lining up between the brightly colored flags as first spoons were passed out and then the eggs. It was coming down to the wire, and even though she wasn’t racing herself Gabby was growing excited with each passing second. It seemed like forever before she was given the thumbs up, but once it was on… well it was on. “Yo! Get ready to rumble!” the spry eagle hollered, demanding their attention, “up in the air you go, mind your course markers and don’t play too dirty.” The last part was said with a wink, and with that the inked brunette turned and dramatically took exactly twenty paces, if it hadn’t been for the comical bouncing of the floppy gardening hat it would have been a great theatrical rendition from an old western movie.

With some dramatic flare Gabby turned to face the starting line once again, this time though with her wand in the air. “Racers, on your marks! Get set!” there was an extended pause, “G-” there was a high pitched whistle as a flare like spark shot off into the air from the tip of her wand,exploding over the lake into vibrant streams of neon orange. It was all about the dramatic flare right?

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The race has begun! Everyone is welcome and encouraged to come out for the fun, those not interested in racing are welcome to spectate or just relax at the lake and soak up the rays! For more information on the race itself and how it all works please reference this post. No sign-up is necessary! Please remember include a summary that the bottom of your post, and most importantly have fun!

 

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Jul 20 2018, 02:47 AM   Link Quote
The sun was shining brightly, and Jēkabs was thankful that the Scottish weather was cooperating for the prefects' party. It meant he could wear just his swimming trunks for the race over the lake and not even have to worry about being too cold. He might even get a bit of a tan! He'd just have to make sure not to fall off his broom onto any rocks or obstacles--wait, no, those were made of foam. He'd be fine then. The course looked fun enough, and he was pretty sure he had a good chance. All these kids with fancy brooms who had never made the Quidditch team wouldn't even know how to keep a steady pace. Plus, he'd done egg-and-spoon races before--they always had them on Easter back home. It was easy enough if you just focused your balance on one spot.

He held his broom in his right hand as he strolled to the starting line, waiting for his spoon and egg. Its wood was rough nowadays, the result of days upon days of flying and its accompanying accidents. He'd bought it four years ago, and some of the other students had newer brooms, but he thought that even if he had the money to buy another, he wouldn't really want to. It felt like the broom responded to his touch more accurately every year. He'd grown up with it, grown into it. And racing with it was even more fun.

One leg swung over the broom, and he hovered just above the ground, holding on with one hand and balancing the egg in the other. The Ravenclaw prefect who was in charge of the race paced away from the starting line, and he focused his eyes on the first obstacle, ready to fly as fast as possible.

Whistle! Okay, he'd expected a bang--the wizarding world was weird--but he could recover. He zoomed forward, ready to weave through the foam poles. He wasn't sure if they were bendy, so he didn't want to hit one in case they weren't. He swerved to the left, and the egg rattled slightly in his spoon. He swerved back to the right to correct...


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Jēkabs is enjoying the sunny weather and doing the race in his swim trunks. He's a bit surprised by the start of the race, but he thinks he can do pretty well. In the first obstacle there's a chance for him to drop his egg.

Egg drop roll: Dice Roll: 1d10: 10 = 10

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Jul 23 2018, 09:20 PM   Link Quote
It was the very best of days with the promise of lots of fun, and well Finlay was absolutely, positively amped for a broom race! It seemed like there was not a single cloud in the sky, vibrant blues only masked by the glaring sun. Hot and sticky, it wasn’t long before the Gaelic boy’s shirt was clinging to him…. Shirts where optional right? He could just leave it right here? Grey eyes flickered from one person to the next -and he really almost got too excited about all the people and got distracted- before deciding that to hell with it he wasn’t going to stay in a sticky shirt! Striping wasn’t exactly something Finlay was well versed in, and it did not go as planned. Instead of yanking the shirt over his head and tossing it on the ground, it got stuck around the badger’s neck and yanked himself off balance. It took some flailing, and some choice words but eventually Fin managed to -probably- blind everyone within a 5km radius with his pasty white chest. The luck of the Irish said that sunscreen should have been his best friend in the summer, but real men didn’t worry about things like sunburn. Or at least that was his excuse, because it sounded cooler than ’I forgot...again.’

Finally free the Hufflepuff merged back in with a crowd of students making their way down to the Lake Party Thingy… he hadn’t really read the invite, just skimmed it for fun words. If it was a lake party was it for the lake… was this like a birthday party for the Black Lake? That was so cool, except he hadn’t brought a gift and was really hoping for cake. There was never a bad occasion for cake in his opinion, and Fin didn’t see why the Black Lake should go without a birthday party. His broom bounced off the backs of his heel with each step. One, two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four… he paused midstep, fingers raking through messy russet waves, grey eyes anxiously glanced back to the castle. For a split second the Hufflepuff considered running back to grab something for a gift before deciding that he had already gone to far, and was therefore too committed to getting to this broom race and smoking everyone! It only took a moment to forget that he was going to a birthday party without a gift… one-hundred and twenty-eight, two-hundred and fifty-six, five-hundred and twelve.

512.

It was so easy to become distracted, those three same numbers were on Nana Storm’s mailbox. It was a simple mailbox, shiny aluminum with a tiny dragon that had been painted above the numbers. On hot summer days, much like this one, he could fondly remember trying to outlast his siblings to see who could keep their hand on the blazing hot metal the longest. It was winner take all, and of course bragging rights. Sibling rivalry could be so ruthless. A stray broomstick snapped the nostalgic badger from his thoughts, but it was nearly impossible to tell who it had been at the crowded start line. Someone was talking about eggs and spoon and… it wasn’t until he was actually holding the egg and spoon in his hands that it all sort of clicked. It wasn’t a game he was really familiar with but hey he got to be on his broom and do the obstacle course that was full of lots of bright and distracting colors. As they mounted up and got in the air, Fin shot an excited look to his room mate, “Hey, hey, hey… catch me if y--!” Bright neon colors lit up the lake in brilliant colors, and for a moment Finlay was distracted with the pretty colors. Or at least he was until someone shouldered past him. Right, there was a race to win… and maybe that could be his gift to the Black Lake. It was a delayed start but hey, slow and steady wins the race right?

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Fin is super, duper excited for the lake party and is kind of confused… he’s expecting birthday cake. Fin attempts to strip and fails. Does some counting-focusing stuff but ends up all nostalgic over the number 512 and a mailbox. He learned after arriving that it’s actually a egg & spoon race, challeneges @Jēkabs Smiltiņš is distracted by the pretty colors and gets a slow start to the race. Let’s see if he blunders out the gate xD it ended up long -sobs-
Dice Roll: 1d10: 6 = 6



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Jul 27 2018, 09:05 AM   Link Quote
Maybe it was a sign that JR was opening up a little. Maybe it was because he felt he needed to participate because he was Head Boy. Whatever the reason, JR found himself wandering to the sign ups for race, one hand around his broom. It wasn't like a track and field event he might have participated in as a child, nor was it like the excitement of Quidditch - at least not yet - but JR found himself smiling and wanting to participate. Compared to how the lion would have shrunk away from the challenges and the thought of maybe catching the spotlight a few months ago, he had come a long way.

The Ravenclaw Prefect, whom JR recognized from meetings he now led - who had put him in charge of other people again? - was excited for this event and the Head Boy was happy the Prefects had combined their ideas together to create this event for the students at Hogwarts. He flashed Gabby a smile as he was handed his egg and spoon, moving to the starting line and sitting on his broom, his left hand holding it while the other hand got the egg and spoon balanced. There were a few other participants already at the starting line and JR's green eyes shifted around, feeling some slight jitters go through his stomach, the same that came before any competition. Somewhere along the way, his father had once told JR the nerves were a good thing. Kept the person focused.

JR shifted on his broom, letting out a soft breath as his body leaned down. He was shirtless - this wasn't a suprise for anyone that knew the young man at this point - but also in swim trunks just in case he ended up in the lake. Not that JR minded either way. This was going to be fun and exciting and JR planned to do his best at this race. No, he planned to do more than that, he wanted to win it. As the whistle blew, JR took off at a reasonable rate. Not too fast - he was trying to keep his egg on the spoon, after all.


Egg roll: Dice Roll: 1d10: 8 = 8

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Aug 6 2018, 06:10 PM   Link Quote
It was almost go time!

It felt as if the little lion had been waiting only forever for the race to begin, prowling the starting ling as time dragged on endlessly. It could not possibly get more boring than this could it? At least he wasn’t stuck inside in some old stuffy room. Ugh. just the thought of heading back inside had the impatient boy scowling. This was going to be the perfect way to show off his new flying skills, that is if they ever got around to starting the race in the first place. Of course the adults had to yammer on about this and that and blah blah blah… it seemed to go on forever until finally they were given their eggs and spoons and allowed in the air. It took a little situating to keep his egg balanced while also controlling his quirky broom, he wasn’t discouraged though because once he had it the small lion memorized the position before looking around at the competition.

Of course Finlay was there, which was cute really but Rory knew this was going to be his race and no one -not even his brother- was going to get in his way. A little bump could be perilicious with delicate eggs balanced on little spoons. The weird prefect with the kind of cool hat was running off, shouting directions before sending sparks over the lake. It was kind of cool, even he would admit that, but there was a race to win and little time to admire the fireworks. Slowly he accelerated, using a little more care than normal due to the precious cargo in tow. It wasn’t something that he was really all that experienced with, unless of course you counted fighting Stew in the morning to collect eggs. That was a balancing act of a different kind, that really just tried his patience to the frayed ends. Enough about Stew though, Rory set his eyes on a target and was carefully setting himself up to hopefully toss a few eggs.

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Rory is here and impatient as ever, but hey things finally get going and he gets in the air. The race is on!
Dice Roll: 1d10: 9 = 9
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