◎ c h a r l i e (spinnets) wrote in valesco,
@ 2014-03-23 19:13:00

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adian rosenberg, charles spinnet, charlotte sweeting, group, jake bexley, liddie lynch, louis bonaccord, michal conway lynch, seth wadcock

WORLD CUP PARTY!

Champions of the world. That's all there was really to say, wasn't it?

Charlie took in a long breath of the cool New York air, admiring the party that was being thrown for team Ireland. Them, being thrown for them! Holly was a riot, capturing pictures with everyone and demanding certain poses. Caden Flint was smiling, smiling from ear to ear! He and Saoirse had even danced for a song or two, or three, it was that kind of night. It felt like his entire life had led up to today's match, to this night.

He made his way to the bar, raising his hand to the bartender to bring him another round. Tomorrow was his last day in New York, and he meant to celebrate this night like it should be. Charlie slid onto the bar stool and shook some hands with passersby as he waited for his drink. It was really something, being part of the best team in the world---it hadn't sunk in, and he didn't think that it was something that would for a long time.

His foot knocked into the person sitting beside him as he turned back to the bar. Charlie grinned sheepishly, "Whoops, sorry."

ooc: Open to all participants of the World Cup, their friends, family, and guests!!

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YOU KNOW IT

starcrossed
2014-03-28 01:58 am UTC (link)

He had died. He had definitely died, because there was no way that an earthly-bound version of himself would've ever pulled off rubbing elbows with the greatest quidditch players of the current century in a social gathering. And not just any kind of social gathering, but the party that had followed the world cup final match. Literally everyone from the tournament had showed up, or at least it had felt like it, and even though the sting of England's loss was still coursing through his veins, all the famous people he was currently getting to 'accidentally bump in to' definitely helped ease the burn.

And! Louis' limerick hex had finally worn off, so he could actually talk like a normal human being again.

Definitely dead. Or maybe in a comatose-induced dream? The best comatose dream of his life! Look at all the things he was collecting, besides stories to tell to his great-great-great grandchildren.

"LOUIS!" Adian shouted, reaching out to grab his best friend upon finally finding him in the crowd. "BRANKOVITCH!" he wheezed, and quickly shook his hand that was holding a signed jersey by the American captain Maximus Brankovitch III. He leaned over, resting his free hands on his opposite knee for a moment to catch his breath. And he been running to locate Louis the moment Brankovitch placed the jersey in his hands and waved him off? Yes. And that had been about ten minutes ago, so...

"We are going to have to get Saoirse---" Adian struggled to get his sentence out, still grasping for air. "---literally the biggest fruit basket---" He stood up and leaned one hand on his back. "--- in the entire world for getting us in here."

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superbad
2014-03-28 11:55 pm UTC (link)

"A-huh..."

Louis stared dazedly at the spot where the majestic Marie Lefèvre had seemingly vanished into thin air. After planting a kiss on his cheek in thanks for all of his support. If his red hair hadn't already been on end, it would have jolted upright in an instant. He'd had Lefèvre's poster on his wall since he was allowed posters on his wall, and he felt like he'd been knocked straight back into second year with how completely gobsmacked he was feeling. He could feel her lipstick stuck to his skin. Merlin. Goodness. He couldn't--

"---fruit...basket?"

Adian's gulps for air caused Louis to sort of return back to this plane of existence, and he looked over his friend. Or, more particularly, the jersey in his hands. Louis snatched out and grabbed the end of the USA jersey and let out his own quick gasp as he spotted the scrawl of an autograph.

"Brankovitch?" he let out, looking up at Adian in awe. The Maximus Brankovitch III? The man that Louis had set his sights on to somehow manage to convince to come over and play for the Kestrels? "Where--where is--holy shit!"

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starcrossed
2014-03-31 01:26 am UTC (link)

"I KNOW!"

Adian jumped onto the balls of his feet in excitement, grinning madly. While nothing could surpass the absolute epicness of an English jersey signed by the likes of Midgen, Wadcock, Knightley, or Rabnott, the leader hailing from The Colonies wasn't such a bad consolation prize.

This jersey was definitely getting framed and hung above his bed back home though, no question about that. It was probably, currently, his most prized possession and would be treated as such. Careful to pry Louis hands away, he chattered on.

"I know I know I know this is crazy! I just---" Immediately Adian stopped talking, spotting an opportunity out of the corner of his eye. A camera, that witch was carrying a camera--- Adian looked at Louis briefly, and then quickly stumbled over his own two feet into a jumbled running start. They had a bet going to see who could be in the most pictures for the night, and right now.... well Adian wasn't really sure who was winning, but he was going to win, so---

Without so much as a word, he shoved his palm into the side of Louis' face as he jumped by his friend. Who was even gathering there on the other side of the lens? Adian couldn't tell, it really didn't matter, actually, just as long as he beat Louis there first---

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