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Post by remmington grace tymrak on Oct 29, 2011 14:19:12 GMT -5
Remmington probably practiced more than was healthy for a person. In fact, she probably practiced more than was healthy for her entire team. If she wasn't in class, she was on the Quidditch pitch and if the pitch was in use, she was next to it. Working out and being out there on her broom was just part of who she was by that point. She'd grown up with it from her father and it had quickly come to consume her life. In regard to a future career, it was a good thing, but it kept her rather closed off from the rest of the world. Honestly, aside from her teammates, she couldn't really say that she had very many friends. If any of them could even be considered friends, that is. Most people were just acquaintances that she once in awhile would talk to in the hallways or work with on a classroom assignment, but she didn't care. Remmington was the way she was for a reason. She really did just love what she did.
With the Quidditch pitch already occupied by another team, Remy had to find something else to train with. However, that was something she found quite easy to accomplish. While she adored Quidditch and playing up there in the air, she also had quite the fascination with muggle sports. So, on the off days where she didn't have room to practice for Quidditch, she dragged all of her soccer equipment out and set it up for her to practice that way. It wasn't quit the same, but it never hurt and it gave her something to do. Not slacking in the least, Remy had one of the goal posts on her arm and she was dragging it across the grounds to a fairly level grassy field a bit off from the Quidditch pitch. She'd found that it was the easiest place to play, even if it took a lot of effort to drag everything over there. Exhaling deeply, Remy stopped for a moment to catch her breath before she started to pull the frame over towards her destination once again.
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Post by scottxmcfarrlan on Nov 25, 2011 20:20:19 GMT -5
Aimlessly walking around the grounds, Scott really considered why he agreed to be a prefect. Anyone who knew the guy knew that he wasn’t going to enforce the rules, and quite honestly, it was a waste of his afternoons. Scott definitely had better things to do than patrol the grounds on a beautiful day, watching for juvenile delinquents. If they wanted to go and get themselves in trouble, they would find ways to do it, and no amount of ‘lecturing’ or detention from Scott would stop that, so he really didn’t get the point of prefects anyway. Muttering under his breath and kicking at the ground in front of him, Scott bitterly yelled at three first years to get to class. Thrusting his hands into his jean pockets, the boy grumpily walked away, deciding he was done with his prefect duties for the day. In fact, he was done with class for the rest of the day too. He just wasn’t in the mood to put up with the frustrations of school or people.
Making his way towards the edge of the school grounds, Scott kicked a tiny rock with all his might. Impressed with his strength, he watched the rock fall to a field just outside of the Quidditch pitch, one of his favorite places to go in his younger years. The slight grin on his face however turned to a deeper frown when he saw a familiar girl playing football in the field. Remmington. A look of disgust etched into his emotions, as he dared not to take another step closer. Never in his life had Scott experienced such a feeling of hatred as he did for this girl. He pretty much blamed all of his problems on the sixth year Hufflepuff. His parents hadn’t been divorced for even a week, and here another woman was moving in with her daughter. The soccer ball she was kicking around made its way over to where Scott was, and he kicked it back hard with a slight grunt. The boy couldn’t exactly say that he disliked Remmington before she became his step-sister, he found nothing wrong with her. But now, he couldn’t stand being in the same house with her, let alone in the same room.
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Post by remmington grace tymrak on Nov 25, 2011 22:27:44 GMT -5
It was only a short walk further until Remy was happy with her location, so she set the goal post up and angled it for optimal usage. It took quite a bit of effort, sure, but it wasn't effort that she minded in the least. Remy loved just being able to be outside with the sun and her football gear, since it was the one place that she could just get away from all the shit surrounding the people from school and be at peace with herself. Not to mention, it made her feel closer to her father. Losing her father had been a huge blow to the girl, but then for her mother to turn around and get married just a few short weeks after the loss was what absolutely burned the girl up. Not to mention, gaining a new family hadn't exactly been on her to-do list.
Angrily dribbling the ball down towards the goal, Remy winded up and kicked the ball forward, sending it flying to the back of the net with a satisfying swish. Charging forward the rest of the way, Remy kicked the ball back out of the goal to let it roll away and into a new position she could attack from. It was quick, easy motions that helped tone down the stress that she had been feeling. However, that was quickly shot when she looked up to see the ball flying back towards her, served from none other than Scott Tymrak. "I wanted it over there, thanks," she commented, gruffly, twisting about to kick the ball away from the boy so she could resume what she had been doing.
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Post by scottxmcfarrlan on Dec 15, 2011 23:44:34 GMT -5
There wasn’t a particular reason for him staying, considering he despised the girl. But Scott became angry when she started to yell at him. I was just trying to be nice. Jerk. He muttered the last part under his breath, but Scott was sure she still heard him. I don’t get what your problem is anyway. In all honesty, Scott disliked everything about his new step-sister. The way she was such a brat; the way she was constantly practicing Quidditch. Everything she said or did put him on edge. He would be quite happy if she just, well, disappeared. Unable to just walk away, Scott chased after her, attempting to get the ball back. She didn’t deserve to be playing his favorite sport if she was going to be a brat. Yeah well, I want it over here, thank you. He stole the ball from her, and made a clear shot to the goal she set up. Winner. He threw his hands in the air, and smiled lightly.
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Post by remmington grace tymrak on Dec 16, 2011 12:03:40 GMT -5
The last thing that Remy wanted to deal with at the moment was Scott and his shit attitude, especially when she was just out there trying to practice. This was supposed to be her time to just relax and be peaceful and here he was ruining that just like he was ruining everything else in his life."You know what, if you're going to be such a dick about everything, why don't you just get the hell out of here?" she asked with an irritated scowl. There was absolutely no good reason for Scott to be out there and his staying there is simply a show of him being an absolute, loathsome, ass. Not paying much attention to what he was doing, Remmington wasn't expecting Scott to steal the ball from her, an action that brought a wave of anger from her. 'Leave my shit alone and just go away, Scott," she said as she ran forward to the ball. Dribbling it for a moment, she flicked it up into her hands and stopped. The sooner he left, the sooner she could get back to her practice.
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