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zee_ali and is used without permission, but heaping gobs of love. Takes place at the MTV Video Music Awards.
“And here I thought I was the daring one.”
Blushing furiously, Tommy rolled his eyes as he ducked out of the limo and hunched in on himself just a little. He felt self-conscious in just a vest, buttoned in front with no shirt beneath. Channing had helped him pick out the outfit, with the addition of the skull and crossbones fedora from Zee to top it off, and he felt like a piece of meat to say nothing of the cool air that touched his skin as they got out of the car.
“Just protect me, will ya?” he muttered, wrapping an arm around Ziyah’s waist as they started down the red carpet. “The media’s gonna kill me, I ain’t kiddin’.”
Ziyah just laughed, giving him a warm squeeze…then promptly released him as the crowd on either side began to scream his name. Mortified for a moment, gazing at the sea of faces touched him, drawing him forward to embrace people he didn’t even know, young and old men and women who somehow knew his name. Pain and ecstasy stalled him as he slowly shook hands and took pictures, signing a few autographs along the way.
“Mr. Karras! Tommy, could we have a word?”
Even lost in the energy of the humans reaching and clutching at him across the barricade, Tommy heard the voice and made the mistake of looking up. Before he knew it, Zee had found him again and was poking at him, urging him forward into the waiting claws of the petite brunette with a microphone who was already asking him about his clothes.
“Mr. Karras, tell us a little about the new show you’re in!” another woman was asking almost half an hour later, this time with him on Zee’s arm while she promoted Control Freak’s new album.
Startled, Tommy struggled to gain his bearings. “What? The Vegas show, ya mean?”
“Yes…can you tell us a little about your role in The Rapture? It just opened last month at the Mirage, but based on the reaction you’re getting here tonight, I can already tell that a lot of people have seen the show!”
“Er…yeah, they have.” He admitted with a sheepish smile, reaching up to nervously adjust his hat. “I mean, we been playin’ sold out shows twice a night since it opened. The people seem to dig it, ya know? We’re just glad that it’s goin’ so well.”
“Now you play the villain in the show, right?”
“Yeah, I do. The Avatar…but I’m not bad so much as I am extreme. My character’s all about power and dominance. It’s like the side of magic we’ve all seen for too long: secrets and knowledge bein’ hoarded by a select few. Like something separate.”
“Separate from what?”
“From people.” He explained, losing some of his reticence as he grew more animated, gesturing to the increasingly animated crowd with one hand. “From these people. ‘Cause that’s where the real magic is!”
The people beyond the barricade let loose with a howl of approval, making him blanch in surprise. At the same time, though, he could feel heat building. Icy tendrils on the fringes, Bringers and human servants that thought about striking a blow in their master’s name hesitated at the tinder that was catching fire that night.
Encouraged, Tommy began addressing the crowd instead of the reporter. “We play it out every night just to prove what we all know already: it ain’t good tricks that makes a magician, it’s the people that pay money to see us do our thing and make you believe that there’s still amazing things out there!”
The howl grew, and without realizing it Tommy took the mic from the reporter, stalking forward to let the power envelop him. Without touching him, the masses were embracing him, welcoming his power with euphoric abandon. The fire was an inferno now, blistering his skin and singeing his hair. Spreading his arms, he welcomed the cleansing heat.
“C’MON, NEW YORK!! LEMME HEAR YOU TELL IT!!”
And as he stood there, without prompting, without knowing, the words ripped out of the masses with a furious cry that he could feel in his bones, moving through his tissues and out in to the world to obliterate all traces of shadow, leaving only room for the light.
“HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL!!!”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 727
zee_ali and is used without permission, but heaping gobs of love. Takes place at the MTV Video Music Awards.“And here I thought I was the daring one.”
Blushing furiously, Tommy rolled his eyes as he ducked out of the limo and hunched in on himself just a little. He felt self-conscious in just a vest, buttoned in front with no shirt beneath. Channing had helped him pick out the outfit, with the addition of the skull and crossbones fedora from Zee to top it off, and he felt like a piece of meat to say nothing of the cool air that touched his skin as they got out of the car.
“Just protect me, will ya?” he muttered, wrapping an arm around Ziyah’s waist as they started down the red carpet. “The media’s gonna kill me, I ain’t kiddin’.”
Ziyah just laughed, giving him a warm squeeze…then promptly released him as the crowd on either side began to scream his name. Mortified for a moment, gazing at the sea of faces touched him, drawing him forward to embrace people he didn’t even know, young and old men and women who somehow knew his name. Pain and ecstasy stalled him as he slowly shook hands and took pictures, signing a few autographs along the way.
“Mr. Karras! Tommy, could we have a word?”
Even lost in the energy of the humans reaching and clutching at him across the barricade, Tommy heard the voice and made the mistake of looking up. Before he knew it, Zee had found him again and was poking at him, urging him forward into the waiting claws of the petite brunette with a microphone who was already asking him about his clothes.
“Mr. Karras, tell us a little about the new show you’re in!” another woman was asking almost half an hour later, this time with him on Zee’s arm while she promoted Control Freak’s new album.
Startled, Tommy struggled to gain his bearings. “What? The Vegas show, ya mean?”
“Yes…can you tell us a little about your role in The Rapture? It just opened last month at the Mirage, but based on the reaction you’re getting here tonight, I can already tell that a lot of people have seen the show!”
“Er…yeah, they have.” He admitted with a sheepish smile, reaching up to nervously adjust his hat. “I mean, we been playin’ sold out shows twice a night since it opened. The people seem to dig it, ya know? We’re just glad that it’s goin’ so well.”
“Now you play the villain in the show, right?”
“Yeah, I do. The Avatar…but I’m not bad so much as I am extreme. My character’s all about power and dominance. It’s like the side of magic we’ve all seen for too long: secrets and knowledge bein’ hoarded by a select few. Like something separate.”
“Separate from what?”
“From people.” He explained, losing some of his reticence as he grew more animated, gesturing to the increasingly animated crowd with one hand. “From these people. ‘Cause that’s where the real magic is!”
The people beyond the barricade let loose with a howl of approval, making him blanch in surprise. At the same time, though, he could feel heat building. Icy tendrils on the fringes, Bringers and human servants that thought about striking a blow in their master’s name hesitated at the tinder that was catching fire that night.
Encouraged, Tommy began addressing the crowd instead of the reporter. “We play it out every night just to prove what we all know already: it ain’t good tricks that makes a magician, it’s the people that pay money to see us do our thing and make you believe that there’s still amazing things out there!”
The howl grew, and without realizing it Tommy took the mic from the reporter, stalking forward to let the power envelop him. Without touching him, the masses were embracing him, welcoming his power with euphoric abandon. The fire was an inferno now, blistering his skin and singeing his hair. Spreading his arms, he welcomed the cleansing heat.
“C’MON, NEW YORK!! LEMME HEAR YOU TELL IT!!”
And as he stood there, without prompting, without knowing, the words ripped out of the masses with a furious cry that he could feel in his bones, moving through his tissues and out in to the world to obliterate all traces of shadow, leaving only room for the light.
“HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL!!!”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 727
