magic_fratboy: (effie - hanging with my homegirl)
NOTE: Takes place on February 27, 2010. Stephanie is [livejournal.com profile] effiecat and is used with love, if not permission. ;p

“Are the cameras on?”

“Yep! Sure are.”

“Oh…’kay, just checkin’.” Tommy shrugged, flashing the segment producer a sheepish smile as he went back to slowly pacing a circle around the expansive stage of The Rapture Theater. The camera crew and producer for Dancing with the Stars had arrived just a couple hours earlier to prepare for the arrival of his partner, and along with the nerves that came from being filmed, Tommy was just plain nervous about meeting his partner in general.

He wasn’t even sure who it could be. From all he knew, which came mostly from Bee, the professional cast tended to rotate in and out each season with only a few that were consistent participants. Add to that the usual suspects of newcomers, and even his visions couldn’t tell him a whole hell of a lot.

The big reveal... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 706
magic_fratboy: (emote - beaten down)
NOTE: Sal is [livejournal.com profile] we_standalone and used without permission, but much love. Mike is [livejournal.com profile] the_nextmaven, and is mine to use and abuse as I see fit.

The pristine white porcelain of the bathtub was hard and unforgiving against his back and shoulders as he settled in, laying back as he fought his body’s natural reaction to the ice cubes that filled it. Shutting his eyes, the color still blinded him…as he screwed them closed more tightly, he didn’t see stars, but ice cubes sparking fire as they caught the light.

“Something’s wrong.”

“Easy does it, bub.” Sal’s voice was steady and encouraging. “Slow, deep breaths, ai’ight?”

Nodding, he sank back further and slouched down, shivering harder as he dragged a thick layer of them over his body. Sal’s arms slid in to help as the running tap filled the bath with cold water as well.

“Lay back.” Mike’s voice, brisk but even somewhere beyond. “We’re shooting for ten minutes or more.”

Tommy nodded again and set to work regulating his breathing. It was dry, raspy in his ears, his heart hammering as his body protested in a fit of spasms and shaking he had to fold his arms and cross his legs to control.

In, out. Slow, deep breaths that burned his lungs. His body shook, demanding more oxygen as it exerted itself. The snow white tub burned against his skin, reflecting his own energy back at him.

Fear cracked his concentration, letting the cold in and tearing the world apart.

..... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 534
magic_fratboy: (sal - brothers)
NOTE: Sal is [livejournal.com profile] we_standalone and used with permission and love.

“It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”

Sure, just like monkeys flew out of his asshole every day when he took his morning crap. He should have fucking known better, goddamnit.

Running towards the shattered wooden crate, time moves in slow motion for Sal as he thinks back on all the stupid shit he’s stood by and watched Tommy Karras do, knowing he should stop him from getting himself killed.

He kept his mouth shut when he watched the man climb into a coffin. He even helped lay Tommy out on a bed of nails before he let an SUV roll up on his chest. He brushed off a nervous feeling and let Tommy go to his car alone the day he got shot three times.

Now he could add standing on the sidelines like a jackass and letting his best friend climb into a box packed with live explosives right at the top of the fucking list.

There was no movement beneath the fragments of plywood heaped on the left side, where Tommy had been sealed in and sequestered from the powder and ignition…if Sal’s stupidity had cost Tommy his life, Sal was going to cut off his own head.

“I just wanna see what it feels like! If I can do this, I can definitely do the illusion.” )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 648
magic_fratboy: (hope's avatar - fallen)
Backdated to last night.

So this was it…this was the way it ended. In blood and ice it ended, a bullet in his belly and his flesh cooling on a dark and filthy slab of asphalt. It was a shitty way to go, pathetic. It didn’t fit a man of his station, it wasn’t right for someone like him to go this way.

He was the King of Cuffs. He was The Avatar, goddamnit…he deserved better.

They deserved better.

Gall gave way to anguish as he thought of them, his girls back home. Twin angel’s faces called to him through the icy bite of steel in his flesh and life spilling from his wounds out onto the ground. They deserved to be happy, to have a lover, a husband, a father and friend. They didn’t deserve to suffer when he finally bled out.

They deserved a man that could have had sense enough to avoid getting shot by his own car in a parking structure after work. They deserved a man that could have spotted the corrupted human in time to stop him before he pulled out the gun, before he could pick up his cell phone and drive off with his car, leaving him to bleed out.

They deserved a smart man, and he was a fool. Like that first awful time The Darkness got the better of him, he had to wonder what was worse: dying before his time yet again, before he got to see his daughter grow up, or dying to the benefit of the other side.

Souls would be destroyed by his death.

So don’t die.

Shutting his eyes, Tommy struggled to keep breathing as he called on the power and prayed he had enough left. He thought of the autographs he’d signed in the lobby of the Mirage, Stephanie and her wide, faithful blue eyes glowing as she watched the illusions during rehearsal. He concentrated on that faith, the belief that he could move mountains and slay dragons. He believed, like she did, that he could roar like the trumpets at Jericho…

…and the walls came tumbling down.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 350
magic_fratboy: (emote - beaten down)
“The story run yet?”

“Aunt Aggie emailed me last night. Some promotions firm in Vegas made the deal with the Mirage to sponsor the event after they presented your signed contract. Forgery, I bet.”

Tommy huffed with bitter laughter, nodding as he paused to catch his breath. “Some dummy corporation it runs, I bet. Boney?”

“Yo.”

“…gimme the pick.”

“You got the pick.”

“I mean the real one.” )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 475
magic_fratboy: (emote - eating)
1. How are you doing today?: Better than I've been in the last few months, the last few weeks notwithstanding. I wasn't exactly myself anyway. I got some rest last night, if not sleep, I ate like a horse this morning...I feel really good.

2. Any plans?: Stay in with my girl and my kid? Least 'till Boney tries to kick us out. Oh, my Aunt Zeph's coming over later to meet and feed Zee. For the first time since she was born, May's less popular than someone else. Go figure.

3. Who's your best friend?: Besides Sassy? Probably my boy Sal.

4. Who's someone you hate/can't stand to be around?: Right now? Dog and Kate.

5. Got a significant other?: Uh, yeah. You could say that.

6. If so, where did you meet? If not, where do you expect to meet your future SO?: I met Zee online first, and in person? First time we met was after I nearly got killed in a building slated for demolition.

7. Plans for marriage?: Yeah, definitely.

8. How about kids?: Already got one.

9. Pets?: Three: two cats, Hardeen and Kel, and one dog, Prometheus.

10. What do you think of the classic American dream--nuclear family, house in the suburbs, white picket fence?: I think it's a nice dream. Not a close one, but hope springs eternal.

11. Favorite movie: The original Dracula.

12. Favorite book: Tie 'cause I wrote one of 'em...sorta. Stranger in a Strange Land and Houdini on Magic.

13. Favorite comic: Probably X-Men. Especially new stuff, there's some great artists out there.

14. Favorite album: Alice in Chains - DIRT

15. Tell me your favorite anything: My favorite trick. Seriously, the illusion's called "Houdini's Favorite Trick." After covering a fork and letting everyone in the audience feel it's still there, the fork vanishes.

16. Nervous habits: Does blushing count? Not sure, I guess I fidget. Zee says I slouch when I'm uncomfortable, too.

17. Angry habits: Grind my teeth, definitely. My voice also gets soft, more pissed off I am.

18. Bad habits: I have occasional bouts of nail chewing. Not biting, I chew my nails 'till they split and I gotta cut 'em.

19. Annoying habits: Tapping my pencil against the table. I drive everyone nuts at production meetings.

20. Things done out of force of habit: Lately? Checking on May. Calling my mom...picking up my guitar. If I'm thinking, I automatically get out my guitar and just sit, strumming it. I don't actually play, it just relaxes me.
magic_fratboy: (emote - thoughtful)
When I'm alone I dream of the horizon and words fail me.
There is no light in a room where there is no sun
and there is no sun if you're not here with me, with me.
From every window unfurls my heart the heart that you have won.
Into me you've poured the light,
the light that you found by the side of the road.


====================

Sitting in his studio, surrounded by his paintings, he can feel her. If he closes his eyes, he can feel her without pain or fear, at his side and in the world…and in the canvas.

“You were here.”

He whispers to the empty room full of visions and figments, but he also whispers into the light of day, into the air that moves through space and connects him to everything. Wherever she is, whatever’s being done to her, she’s breathing that air and occupying the same space he’s in…distant, out of reach, but real and blessedly alive.

“You were here all along. You never left…you were taken. Every breath, every heartbeat, I can feel them…I could feel them the whole time.” )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 522
magic_fratboy: (profile - troubled)
“Get fucked!”

“Get in line!”

For a long moment, Road To Ruin was thick with silence that only added to the uncomfortable tension in the room. It was an unusual and unpleasant enough circumstance when two Fraternity brothers were at each other’s throats…but it was worse and rarer still when Tommy Karras was one of the angry parties.

Sure, the other guy was six inches taller than him and outweighed him by forty pounds…sure, Tommy was scared shitless of getting his ass kicked. That didn’t change the fact that the linebacker staring down at him (his name was Kyle or Kenny or something equally banal) was wrong, and he was right.

. . . )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 638
magic_fratboy: (may - a father's love)
Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.


* * * * * * * * * *

She was beautiful in the low light of the room, the music playing softly in the background as they moved and swayed with its quiet melody. Gazing into her eyes, he got lost too easily as one hand drifted up to gently touch her cheek.

Her smile, the way she leaned into it and reached up to touch his hand…she was breathtaking.

Smiling, he drew her close and pressed his cheek to hers. It was soft and warm, the scent of her sweet in his lungs as they swayed more slowly. She was light in his arms, a delicate flower of perfection.

“You’re an absolute vision tonight, babe.” He whispered to her softly. She made a soft sound, and as he drew back to look into her face again, he found her smiling. The sight made his chest tight as he pressed his forehead gently to hers.

“I know you ‘n me ain’t known each other long…but I love you.” He breathed, losing himself in her gaze again. “I want you to know that I am never gonna love another girl like I love you.”

His partner’s smile grew as her hand touched his cheek. He leaned into the contact, turning his head to press a kiss to the small, fragile little fingers that always seemed to find that one spot when he needed them.

Facing her again, he tilted his head and regarded her thoughtfully. “You love me, too, babe?”

“Aaaaaah…”

Laughing, Tommy gently rubbed Mayilia’s back and drew her close again, pressing his cheek to hers as they continued to sway to the sounds of the lullaby CD he had playing in the boombox in the corner of the room. “Yeah…that’s what I thought.”

Outside, beyond the neighborhood and on the Strip somewhere, Sal and Channing were at a club with the rest of the band, celebrating her stage manager’s birthday. Everyone had a date, and nobody had somewhere to be until morning.

He might not be the life of the party, and his date was snuggling against his shoulder to the sounds of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’…but the cats weren’t fighting, work had been quiet, and tonight the fates of the humans in Las Vegas were someone else’s problem while he put his girl to bed.

She was the perfect woman to complete a perfect day.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 390

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