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Fic: The Same Old Crowd
Title: The Same Old Crowd
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Wyatt (mention of the Mystic Man, Adora, dancers, and the audience)
Rating: G
Summary: Art is imitating life, and he's over it.
Warning: pre-series, during At the Ballet by a few days *Written for Picture Prompts 2 at writerverse. Prompt: THIS image
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
At the Ballet | The Same Old Crowd | Cinderella's Night Off | Saying Goodbye | Stage Door Wyatt | Dancing Together | Foot in Mouth | Charlie Brown Tree, Part I | Charlie Brown Tree, Part II | A Little Too Boy Scout | Tea & Cocoa | Sweater Weather | The Recital
The dancers on stage were twirling around, mimicking a group of gossiping royals. If it wasn't for the garishly bright green costumes they were wearing, Wyatt would have thought he was in the middle of the royal court while on duty.
It was a bit more coordinated, but the same feeling was in the air -- that better-than-you, more-money-than-sense attitude.
Snoot, the Mystic Man called it.
He wasn't sure if the harsh, pained looks on the ladies' faces was intentional or just a trick of the light, but at least they looked elegant. Actually, he rather liked the effect of their green, white, and yellow layers.
It made for an interesting color.
The men, however, he could do without. Each of them had the smuggest looks on their faces. Regardless of playing a part, these men gave off the air of those men in the court he couldn't stand. Those were the men who had all the women swooning at their presence, and knew it.
He hated those men.
The ladies had backed off the stage, leaving the men to prance and preen for the audience. The women in their box started hemming, which caused Wyatt to make a face. He doubted it was the dancing skills that had the ladies' attention.
Those pants - if they were even that - were practically painted on.
Not that he was feeling insecure, but even he knew to leave a little something to the imagination.
One of the taller men started spinning and hopping and had half the audience twittering. It was impressive, he had to admit. Wyatt was lucky to clear a low fence, but the Mystic Man blamed his stocky form.
He was built for brawling, not bounding.
The men cleared off the stage, and the applause returned Wyatt to the present. The women moved around and formed an odd shape before the lights went dark and a single light shone toward the back of the stage, just out of his view.
A moment later, Wyatt saw movement and he watched as the woman clad in a shimmering white dress slowly moved to the front of the stage.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Wyatt (mention of the Mystic Man, Adora, dancers, and the audience)
Rating: G
Summary: Art is imitating life, and he's over it.
Warning: pre-series, during At the Ballet by a few days *Written for Picture Prompts 2 at writerverse. Prompt: THIS image
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
At the Ballet | The Same Old Crowd | Cinderella's Night Off | Saying Goodbye | Stage Door Wyatt | Dancing Together | Foot in Mouth | Charlie Brown Tree, Part I | Charlie Brown Tree, Part II | A Little Too Boy Scout | Tea & Cocoa | Sweater Weather | The Recital
The dancers on stage were twirling around, mimicking a group of gossiping royals. If it wasn't for the garishly bright green costumes they were wearing, Wyatt would have thought he was in the middle of the royal court while on duty.
It was a bit more coordinated, but the same feeling was in the air -- that better-than-you, more-money-than-sense attitude.
Snoot, the Mystic Man called it.
He wasn't sure if the harsh, pained looks on the ladies' faces was intentional or just a trick of the light, but at least they looked elegant. Actually, he rather liked the effect of their green, white, and yellow layers.
It made for an interesting color.
The men, however, he could do without. Each of them had the smuggest looks on their faces. Regardless of playing a part, these men gave off the air of those men in the court he couldn't stand. Those were the men who had all the women swooning at their presence, and knew it.
He hated those men.
The ladies had backed off the stage, leaving the men to prance and preen for the audience. The women in their box started hemming, which caused Wyatt to make a face. He doubted it was the dancing skills that had the ladies' attention.
Those pants - if they were even that - were practically painted on.
Not that he was feeling insecure, but even he knew to leave a little something to the imagination.
One of the taller men started spinning and hopping and had half the audience twittering. It was impressive, he had to admit. Wyatt was lucky to clear a low fence, but the Mystic Man blamed his stocky form.
He was built for brawling, not bounding.
The men cleared off the stage, and the applause returned Wyatt to the present. The women moved around and formed an odd shape before the lights went dark and a single light shone toward the back of the stage, just out of his view.
A moment later, Wyatt saw movement and he watched as the woman clad in a shimmering white dress slowly moved to the front of the stage.