Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg, @ 2015-03-13 13:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gwenog jones |
RP: It's a hard knock life
Who: Gwenog Jones (open for reactions of anyone at the match or listening on WWN)
What: Quidditch is a dangerous game
Where: Holyhead Harpies' Pitch/WWN
When: Friday 13th March, Evening match
Rating: NSFW - Swearing, beware: also description of injuries
The match between Holyhead and Caerphilly had started right on schedule, the two teams facing each other on Gwenog's home pitch to the roar of the fans. She had launched into the air to the sort of rush she only got from playing in a professional match.
As the match progressed the two teams were surprisingly close given their relative places on the league table. They had already traded places for the lead at least four times and Gwenog glanced down on her way to block a bludger aiming for the chasers and noted the coach had moved to a different position on the sidelines. The system the team had in place meant that this indicated a strategy change. It was too far away for the coaches to shout their instructions but moving along the edge of the pitch was a pretty effective communication tool.
If they scored this goal they would regain the lead so she had to keep that bludger away from the attack formation. She yelled the new instructions loud for her team to hear. Everything was in place and there were yells of understanding from the team as they adjusted their line slightly and a faint yell from the Seeker up above. Gwenog set her sights on the speeding bludger and flattened herself to her broom to make it in time. It shifted its path along with the Chasers and Gwenog swore as she realised she wouldn't have time to adjust and take the shot she needed to. She knew her fellow Beater was off dealing with the other bludger right now and she shifted her weight, tilting hooking on foot securely around the broom, bat firmly in hand. At the last moment she flung herself off her broom sideways to execute a starfish and stick manoeuvre, using the momentum of the swing to send the bludger shooting off towards one of the approaching Caerphilly Chasers.
What Gwenog hadn't realised was the collision course she was on with the Carephilly Beater who had come to block her move. Well, she had realised she was on a collision course, just not the precise nature of the collision. He scraped along her broom, scraping along the hand she was gripping the broom with, the sheer speed of the impact driving her hand along the broom until the widening stick meant she couldn't grip any more and her hand came off the broom, leaving her grabbing fruitlessly for the broom with both of her hands, letting out a scream as she felt something in her hip and groin protest at the sudden jolt. She heard the shrill whistle of the umpire cut through the ground as she tried to right herself, monumentally glad her foot was secure. Something had torn she could feel it and she started swearing in Welsh. She was still speeding through the air, with no hand on the broom she was basically unable to correct her course and twitching her foot to try and bring the broom down made her swear colourfully.
Thankfully the whistle hadn't been, as she assumed, the scoring of the much needed goal, but a stoppage demanded by the player who had crashed into her. Suddenly there were several hands cradling her, bringing her back up to her broom and helping her direct herself down to the ground.
"Off!" the coach demanded as her left leg crumpled as she hit the ground.
"DIM! NO!" she argued. "Get me to the healer, I'll be fixed in the timeout. And you fuckers better not have stopped the match for me when we were about to equalise," she said, glaring at her concerned looking team mates. They all held their hands up, well aware of her temper.
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Several minutes later a fuming Gwenog was to be found on a floating stretcher heading for the inner rooms of the stadium, listening as her replacement failed to prevent the Catapults from scoring another goal. The healer who was escorting her held up her wand threateningly when this caused Gwenog to start up an invective filled stream of Welsh. She was out for two weeks, even though the healers had already cut out most of the pain, but she knew how stubborn the team would be about this to make sure she was fully okay again.
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At least they won.