[rp] This world of illusion that keeps on haunting me...
"Move it back! Damn it, Jay, move the box back!!"
Getting flipped off for his trouble by the well-built blonde man onstage, Tommy sighed and rubbed a hand over his features in mild frustration. He was already taking a big risk, performing his new version of the Metamorphosis in such close quarters tonight, and having one of his two roommates goofing off onstage with the equipment wasn't helping matters any. Sure, Bardini was owned by members of the Fraternity, and basically frequented by the order and those in the know, but he still had to pull off his effects with some measure of authenticity.
Especially this one. Houdini himself would be proud of his version of the illusion. He was sure of it.
Striding to the edge of the small stage, Tommy hopped off the ledge and onto the floor, reaching behind his head to flip his waist-length braid back over his shoulder so he could start unplaiting his hair. The club was opening in an hour, and he had to be ready to start working the room. He was already dressed in black leather pants and a plain black t-shirt with Doc Martens and leather cuffs on his wrists, but he still had to get his hair loose and keep it off his face.
"Yo, Karras! Where do you want the animals?"
"Hardeen and Theo go backstage!" Tommy called out to Mike, Jay's twin brother, referring to his two doves. "Put the cats in the Metamorphosis box, they'll stay put."
As he worked his hair free and shook it loose down his back, he made sure he had his deck of cards, a few silks, and all his necessary gimmicks on hand. A few effects were already rigged in various areas of the club, which would make for some spectacular showings later...the folks were bound to get a real charge out of it.
An hour later, as he lost himself in working the room, Tommy forgot all about the fact that he'd told that nice girl online about his Wednesday act, or that she could show up at any time...
Getting flipped off for his trouble by the well-built blonde man onstage, Tommy sighed and rubbed a hand over his features in mild frustration. He was already taking a big risk, performing his new version of the Metamorphosis in such close quarters tonight, and having one of his two roommates goofing off onstage with the equipment wasn't helping matters any. Sure, Bardini was owned by members of the Fraternity, and basically frequented by the order and those in the know, but he still had to pull off his effects with some measure of authenticity.
Especially this one. Houdini himself would be proud of his version of the illusion. He was sure of it.
Striding to the edge of the small stage, Tommy hopped off the ledge and onto the floor, reaching behind his head to flip his waist-length braid back over his shoulder so he could start unplaiting his hair. The club was opening in an hour, and he had to be ready to start working the room. He was already dressed in black leather pants and a plain black t-shirt with Doc Martens and leather cuffs on his wrists, but he still had to get his hair loose and keep it off his face.
"Yo, Karras! Where do you want the animals?"
"Hardeen and Theo go backstage!" Tommy called out to Mike, Jay's twin brother, referring to his two doves. "Put the cats in the Metamorphosis box, they'll stay put."
As he worked his hair free and shook it loose down his back, he made sure he had his deck of cards, a few silks, and all his necessary gimmicks on hand. A few effects were already rigged in various areas of the club, which would make for some spectacular showings later...the folks were bound to get a real charge out of it.
An hour later, as he lost himself in working the room, Tommy forgot all about the fact that he'd told that nice girl online about his Wednesday act, or that she could show up at any time...