[jmm] 27.2.3 - too clever is stupid
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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.
“How you feeling, Tommy?”
He knew he probably needed to be saying or doing something, and the casual question from the producer just confirmed it. Restlessly, he slid a hand into his back pocket and pulled out a deck of cards he always kept handy. Deft, practiced movements opened the box and plucked the cards free before discreetly vanishing the box so he could work off his nervous energy by shuffling.
“Just sorta restless…nervous.” He admitted to the camera. Shifting his focus away from the producer, he spoke to the lens instead, trying to give his attention to the people who would be watching, a payoff of power he’d see in just a few short weeks for a little power exerted now. Like he did at the live shows, he took the attention off himself by giving it to his audience instead.
“I dunno who my partner’s gonna be!” he informed the camera with a laugh, slowly pacing backwards and forwards without turning away, arms spread. “I mean…I think I know who it could be? But it’s like life, nothin’s for sure. It’s gonna be good, though, no matter what.” He paused, tossing a card from the deck into the air, then catching it with his opposite hand. Flipping it, he showed an ace of spades to the lens with a grin.
“Just like life.”
“Ooh, shiny!”
A tiny blonde blur ducked past Tommy and snatched the card from his hand. Turning to follow it, he smiled as Stephanie came into focus, twirling the ace between her fingers in a move he’d taught her himself.
“Cards ain’t shiny…gimme that, ya goober.” He laughed, snatching the card back from her. “What’re you doin’ here, Eff?”
“Could ask you the same thing, Tombo!”
“Clearly waitin’ to meet my partner, as the guy in the Dancing with the Stars jacket can attest to.” He quipped, gesturing to the cameraman. “What’re you doin’ here?”
The thought barely flicked up into view in his mind’s eye before spoke, but he somehow knew…or maybe just hoped, with a curse at his own stupidity and a sigh of relief as she answered…
“Oh, wow! That’s *such* a coincidence! See, I’m supposed to meet *my* partner, too…”
“Oh, you are so dead you little brat!!” he laughed, swooping in to scoop her off her feet with a squeal and a giggle from Stephanie as she held on tight.
“You big dork! You think I’m gonna let you have all the fun, hell no!” she beamed once he set her back on her feet. “You and me? Taking home that mirrorball trophy, and? I’m gonna kick your butt all around the dance floor to do it. It’s going to be worse than rehearsals.”
“And she ain’t kiddin’!” he insisted, turning back to the camera with an arm around Stephanie’s shoulders while he pointed to her. “This chick? She just looks tiny and cute. I know everyone’s gonna think I got this huge advantage, knowing and working with my partner, but no. Absolutely not. She’s a slave driver…a beast. I’m so screwed.”
“Stop it, you big freak! I am not that bad!”
Tommy just shrugged, hugging her again…and with her back to the camera, nodded comically.
And for the first time since agreeing to do the show, he actually felt like he just might have a shot at winning.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 706
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.
“How you feeling, Tommy?”
He knew he probably needed to be saying or doing something, and the casual question from the producer just confirmed it. Restlessly, he slid a hand into his back pocket and pulled out a deck of cards he always kept handy. Deft, practiced movements opened the box and plucked the cards free before discreetly vanishing the box so he could work off his nervous energy by shuffling.
“Just sorta restless…nervous.” He admitted to the camera. Shifting his focus away from the producer, he spoke to the lens instead, trying to give his attention to the people who would be watching, a payoff of power he’d see in just a few short weeks for a little power exerted now. Like he did at the live shows, he took the attention off himself by giving it to his audience instead.
“I dunno who my partner’s gonna be!” he informed the camera with a laugh, slowly pacing backwards and forwards without turning away, arms spread. “I mean…I think I know who it could be? But it’s like life, nothin’s for sure. It’s gonna be good, though, no matter what.” He paused, tossing a card from the deck into the air, then catching it with his opposite hand. Flipping it, he showed an ace of spades to the lens with a grin.
“Just like life.”
“Ooh, shiny!”
A tiny blonde blur ducked past Tommy and snatched the card from his hand. Turning to follow it, he smiled as Stephanie came into focus, twirling the ace between her fingers in a move he’d taught her himself.
“Cards ain’t shiny…gimme that, ya goober.” He laughed, snatching the card back from her. “What’re you doin’ here, Eff?”
“Could ask you the same thing, Tombo!”
“Clearly waitin’ to meet my partner, as the guy in the Dancing with the Stars jacket can attest to.” He quipped, gesturing to the cameraman. “What’re you doin’ here?”
The thought barely flicked up into view in his mind’s eye before spoke, but he somehow knew…or maybe just hoped, with a curse at his own stupidity and a sigh of relief as she answered…
“Oh, wow! That’s *such* a coincidence! See, I’m supposed to meet *my* partner, too…”
“Oh, you are so dead you little brat!!” he laughed, swooping in to scoop her off her feet with a squeal and a giggle from Stephanie as she held on tight.
“You big dork! You think I’m gonna let you have all the fun, hell no!” she beamed once he set her back on her feet. “You and me? Taking home that mirrorball trophy, and? I’m gonna kick your butt all around the dance floor to do it. It’s going to be worse than rehearsals.”
“And she ain’t kiddin’!” he insisted, turning back to the camera with an arm around Stephanie’s shoulders while he pointed to her. “This chick? She just looks tiny and cute. I know everyone’s gonna think I got this huge advantage, knowing and working with my partner, but no. Absolutely not. She’s a slave driver…a beast. I’m so screwed.”
“Stop it, you big freak! I am not that bad!”
Tommy just shrugged, hugging her again…and with her back to the camera, nodded comically.
And for the first time since agreeing to do the show, he actually felt like he just might have a shot at winning.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 706
