[tmw] 14.2 - turn the page lyrics
Whoa-oh
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try and give away
As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play
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They were still too tight. Even with flexing, the straps were still too tight.
The ‘crazy crib’ escape had been a stupid, last minute idea, but even as Tommy lay there, sweating buckets and wrapped in the stifling confines of a white cotton sheet, he was sure he could do this. Without power.
He really hadn’t even thought about it as the restraint belt had been fastened to his midsection and the straps secured at his wrists and forearms. Flexing, it was that easy…his forearms tensed, his wrists slightly bent, and immobile gave way to difficult. It would take all his strength, all his concentration…but it was doable.
He didn’t need power…all he needed was energy.
“You can do it, Tommy!”
He couldn’t see who the encouraging voice belonged to, but he still smiled as he arched against the straps of the asylum stretcher he was tethered to. Wrapped in a white cotton hospital sheet, his feet and chest were bound, while a belt and straps locked his hands at his sides at the forearm and wrist. With just a little play in the straps, brute strength would let him pull his arms free. The trick was just pulling at the shoulder, not the bicep…
Plastic slid against skin, burning him with friction. Grunting, he focused on the chorus of breath and life around him as he writhed and bucked for another slip of the straps. He could get his arm out if he just got his wrist loose. That was all he needed, just one wrist…
The heat was unbearable. The strain was prolific. The sweat poured from his skin…and made the straps wet, slick.
He blanched, startled when his hand suddenly popped out of the wrist strap…and the whole thing came together.
The arm was easy, and with one hand loose he only had to wriggle beneath the outer straps to free his other hand. The sheet tugged loose with relative ease, the straps at his chest and feet came away before he set to work on the ankle straps…
Kicking out of the sheet, Tommy shifted to stand on the bed, unfastening the restraint belt and hoisting it over his head triumphantly as the crowd roared. There were cameras, local media invited to the event…and in front, his family and friends.
He watched, grinning as Zee pointed at him and in her arms, Mayilia clapped her hands and shrieked in delight.
Wet, exhausted, and jubilant…he had gotten over the first hump. Now all he had to do was bust out of jail.
And even though he was free of the crazy crib, he knew that the bonds he had to bust through were still too tight.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 450
Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy, you try and give away
As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play
==================
They were still too tight. Even with flexing, the straps were still too tight.
The ‘crazy crib’ escape had been a stupid, last minute idea, but even as Tommy lay there, sweating buckets and wrapped in the stifling confines of a white cotton sheet, he was sure he could do this. Without power.
He really hadn’t even thought about it as the restraint belt had been fastened to his midsection and the straps secured at his wrists and forearms. Flexing, it was that easy…his forearms tensed, his wrists slightly bent, and immobile gave way to difficult. It would take all his strength, all his concentration…but it was doable.
He didn’t need power…all he needed was energy.
“You can do it, Tommy!”
He couldn’t see who the encouraging voice belonged to, but he still smiled as he arched against the straps of the asylum stretcher he was tethered to. Wrapped in a white cotton hospital sheet, his feet and chest were bound, while a belt and straps locked his hands at his sides at the forearm and wrist. With just a little play in the straps, brute strength would let him pull his arms free. The trick was just pulling at the shoulder, not the bicep…
Plastic slid against skin, burning him with friction. Grunting, he focused on the chorus of breath and life around him as he writhed and bucked for another slip of the straps. He could get his arm out if he just got his wrist loose. That was all he needed, just one wrist…
The heat was unbearable. The strain was prolific. The sweat poured from his skin…and made the straps wet, slick.
He blanched, startled when his hand suddenly popped out of the wrist strap…and the whole thing came together.
The arm was easy, and with one hand loose he only had to wriggle beneath the outer straps to free his other hand. The sheet tugged loose with relative ease, the straps at his chest and feet came away before he set to work on the ankle straps…
Kicking out of the sheet, Tommy shifted to stand on the bed, unfastening the restraint belt and hoisting it over his head triumphantly as the crowd roared. There were cameras, local media invited to the event…and in front, his family and friends.
He watched, grinning as Zee pointed at him and in her arms, Mayilia clapped her hands and shrieked in delight.
Wet, exhausted, and jubilant…he had gotten over the first hump. Now all he had to do was bust out of jail.
And even though he was free of the crazy crib, he knew that the bonds he had to bust through were still too tight.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 450