galvin g. gudgeon (galvinized) wrote in valesco,
@ 2013-07-29 21:15:00

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adian rosenberg, charlotte sweeting, elizabeth fortescue, galvin gudgeon, glenda prewett, group, ian bell, jake bexley, larkin whitby, rose knightley, savannah davies, seth wadcock, thomas mccormack, william blexley

All Star Fan-Fest Weekend! Open to ALL!
His grin couldn't be any wider.

"I'm pretty sure she's going to beat my score," Vinny said with an extreme nod to the group of onlookers that were watching his lovely and adorable girlfriend Gleny score as many goals in the miniature hoops that were set up. Vinny had quite purposely aimed a bit far to the right as to not completely run away with the game, but Gleny was putting up a rather good fight regardless.

It was a fun day, weekend, really, of games and events that he thought were going to be a bit of a chore but had ended up being remarkably entertaining. The fans that were participating were the ones who truly loved the game and were great to have conversations with. It was a very unique way to interact with them in a way Vinny had never really gotten a chance to, and he did not feel overwhelmed in the slightest. Hosting the weekend's bigger attractions had seemed daunting, but it was going swimmingly.

Mostly in part to his, once again, lovely and adorable girlfriend who had just ended the round of Quick Quaffle with a tie score!

"Great job!" Vinny said with honest excitement as he happily hugged Gleny in celebration. Merlin, quidditch and his girl, what more could a bloke ask for?

OOC: Click here for ideas of what could be going on at Falmouth Stadium! These fun days dated from the 27th - 31st! List of Teams!

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WIILIAM BLEX

hark
2013-08-05 03:20 am UTC (link)

Honestly, Michal was so dramatic sometimes Larkin had no idea how he had made it this far through life. It was just a broom, of which he owned many under the occupation of professional quidditch player, so why such the fit was necessary after he figured out she had she procured one of his brooms was beyond her. She handled priceless artifacts as a living, only made money when they were delivered safely, what did he think was going to happen?

The fact that there was now the tiniest of cracks on the broom's handle when there hadn't been before was irrelevant. It still flew just as fine, she flew just fine (as Coach Flint had so observantly stated), so there was no reason to alert Michal and give him another reason to get his pants all in a bunch.

Even though he deserved it. Severely.

Larkin let out a silent sigh, gazing over the room in front of her. It was large, as it had to be for all the hustle going on within. Reporters doing interviews, famous people talking about their lives... it was all very exciting, and she, for one, was happy to take a break from it and roam around a bit. Except every was a bit busy, except for...

"I haven't met you yet." Larkin stopped in front of the Falcons player standing off to the side. He wasn't Vinny Gudgeon or Howell Williams, both of whom she had so been hoping to run into to see how their lives post Turkish jail were fairing. But Michal had said they wouldn't be at this event, so one of his other teammates would have to do in the meantime.

"You're one of Michal's teammates." Larkin paused, for a moment, looking the wizard before her over. He wasn't so hard on the eyes. She smiled, and pointed to her pass that clearly indicated her 'celebrity match' status. "Larkin Whitby."

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blex
2013-08-09 10:37 pm UTC (link)

The whole idea of the tournament wrankled against William's feelings about quidditch and really, being on a team full of mothers and celebrity babies didn't set him in a good mood. The thought of losing made him even moodier and the fact that he was waiting around for his brother set him into what his teammates might call a sulk, but William preferred it as solo contemplation.

Still wearing most of his gear and leaning against the nearest table, he avoided most reporters with a slight glare and a roll of his eyes. His manager was off trying to drum up some sort of interview that William would probably sleep his way through, but for now he was given a reprieve from the roving reporters of yet. Until someone approached him, although it wasn't an uncommon thing to have reporters on the celebrity teams, one that didn't know his name was sort of laughable. "William Bexley. No comment."

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hark
2013-08-11 04:02 am UTC (link)

Her smile dropped, and Larkin gave an irritated flick to her name tag before dropping her hands to her sides. Wasn't that one of the ruder brushoffs she'd experienced in a while. And for what, exactly? Perhaps because the likes of Seth and Michal, she had forgotten where Falmouth got its notorious reputation. Not that those two were better on most days, but at least they possessed some common courtesy.

"You can't comment on who your teammates are?" she retorted, the skepticism running deep through her tone. It was obvious he was on the Falcons-- he was wearing their bloody equipment. And had been announced as such during the game. Now who she remembered who he was: William Bexley, the other team's Michal Conway.

The other losing team.

Not that it really mattered, she really could care less about the shiny trophy that would soon be sitting on her shelf. She might have to dull it up a bit so Lorenzo wouldn't have a field day over it, but that was a small price to pay for eternal pride.

"Didn't realize that was such a difficult wonder to address." Larkin rolled her eyes slightly, crossing her arms over her chest in the meanwhile. And they puzzled over why quidditch players were stereotyped with dull wit.

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