[jp] slot machines photo
Apr. 2nd, 2009 10:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magic_fratboy “Focus on the sound of the slot machines. Take what you need from there.”
Shutting his eyes, Tommy obeyed the softly spoken command. It was surprisingly easy to do, pulling that all encompassing blanket of sound around him. Then again, he realized with a grim sort of humor, maybe not so surprising. After all, he’d learned this lesson before…
The digital clang of bells and chimes, the cheery blip of reels turning, it all blended into a storm of noise that washed over him like cool rain that raised goosebumps on his arms and made the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up. It was an ocean of sound and sensation that moved with its own tide. It ebbed with heat and promise, held a current of icy despair and desolation and balanced both in a precarious dance that could send the waters surging in either direction.
In the eye of the storm, the air bubble in the water…he walked forward.
Opening his eyes, he fought to hold the blanket around him as he carefully navigated his way through the casino. People moved around him without thinking, flinched when he bumped into them and searched for the cause of the jostle with blank, unseeing eyes filled with confusion.
Turning to Chet, in perfect step beside him, he could feel himself gaping. “And this only works in casinos?”
“Not really, you can do it anywhere a large enough crowd is present. It’s easier here…as long as you walk through the energy in a room, no human will ever see you.”
Tommy nodded, taking that in as he tried to connect it to what he knew, what he remembered. “But something not human, like us or…them?”
“You’re busted. So be careful, cameras can still see you, too.”
Nodding, Tommy drew up to a blackjack table, hovering at one player’s elbow. Impulsively, he leaned in and blew on the back of the woman’s neck, watching her reach up to touch her nape and look around for the culprit…never seeing him.
“What’s that they say about power corrupting?”
“I been dead for fifty years and sleeping for thirty more.” Tommy replied, glancing back at Chet with a smile that didn’t even feel natural on his face, wild and feral and free. “I think it’s about time I enjoyed myself a little, and this? This could be a lot of fun…”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 403
Shutting his eyes, Tommy obeyed the softly spoken command. It was surprisingly easy to do, pulling that all encompassing blanket of sound around him. Then again, he realized with a grim sort of humor, maybe not so surprising. After all, he’d learned this lesson before…
The digital clang of bells and chimes, the cheery blip of reels turning, it all blended into a storm of noise that washed over him like cool rain that raised goosebumps on his arms and made the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up. It was an ocean of sound and sensation that moved with its own tide. It ebbed with heat and promise, held a current of icy despair and desolation and balanced both in a precarious dance that could send the waters surging in either direction.
In the eye of the storm, the air bubble in the water…he walked forward.
Opening his eyes, he fought to hold the blanket around him as he carefully navigated his way through the casino. People moved around him without thinking, flinched when he bumped into them and searched for the cause of the jostle with blank, unseeing eyes filled with confusion.
Turning to Chet, in perfect step beside him, he could feel himself gaping. “And this only works in casinos?”
“Not really, you can do it anywhere a large enough crowd is present. It’s easier here…as long as you walk through the energy in a room, no human will ever see you.”
Tommy nodded, taking that in as he tried to connect it to what he knew, what he remembered. “But something not human, like us or…them?”
“You’re busted. So be careful, cameras can still see you, too.”
Nodding, Tommy drew up to a blackjack table, hovering at one player’s elbow. Impulsively, he leaned in and blew on the back of the woman’s neck, watching her reach up to touch her nape and look around for the culprit…never seeing him.
“What’s that they say about power corrupting?”
“I been dead for fifty years and sleeping for thirty more.” Tommy replied, glancing back at Chet with a smile that didn’t even feel natural on his face, wild and feral and free. “I think it’s about time I enjoyed myself a little, and this? This could be a lot of fun…”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 403
