[wam] 106 - it's not good enough
NOTE: Takes place last night.
You’re sure you want to do this.
Yes, I am.
It’s a hundred thousand dollars, Tommy…
Tommy bit his tongue as he stalked through the Excalibur, forcing himself to focus on the thoughts of the man trailing behind him.
Exactly. Tommy sent back to Jay Kellar telepathically. And considering I have five minutes left to find these goddamn keys, you wanna get out of my head so I can win this bet fairly?
Oh, sure. Fair…pulling the location from the human’s brain. Sure, that’s sportsmanlike.
Seriously, Jay…shut up.
The keys are upstairs.
JAY!!
When the voice in his head finally went silent, Tommy grudgingly started moving for the escalators. The terms of the bet were simple: the keys to the car he’d selected, a 2009 Viper, were hidden somewhere in the casino. Without touching Matthew Ryan, the owner of the hotel and the Viper, who was also the one to hide the keys, Tommy was attempting to locate them purely through the power of his mind. It was a demonstration that was dangerously close to exposing his power for what it was…but Tommy wasn’t worried.
He was getting close enough to his one hour deadline to make the whole damn thing seem plausible.
As he reached the top of the escalator, he again reminded himself why he wasn’t just letting himself use a plant. Jay was right: he had the power to pluck the answer from Ryan’s mind and feed it to him. He could easily string it out.
Cheating, however, just wasn’t good enough for him.
Right, right…c’mooooon…
Forcing himself to show no reaction, Tommy turned left as the anxious flutter touched his mind. Footsteps trailed him, the crowd that had gathered close on his heels. It was a lot of thoughts and a lot of minds, and mentalism wasn’t Tommy’s natural gift.
I think he’s getting close…
…so hot, I’d totally do him…
…c’mon lucky seven, don’t fucking blow this shit…
…move, move, not that one…
Tommy stopped dead in front of the gift shop, eyes snapping open as he focused all his energy on the panicked voice that filled his mind.
Keep moving. Not this one. Not this door.
He heard meaning there, and could feel the weight of the lie. Turning to the gift shop, Tommy stared hard at the doors…then took a chance and bolted into the shop.
He checked behind first one open door, then the other. Behind the second, he saw the gleam of polished metal…
Grabbing the keyring, Tommy stalked out with it held high over his head, bellowing in triumph.
“YES!!!!!”
The crowd exploded in a cacophony of noise, Matthew Ryan standing agape as he watched Tommy beat him with thirty seconds on the clock. Swarmed by a sea of people, he held firm to the keys as he was hugged and clapped on the back, transformed into an open vessel for energy to fill. Time stopped moving and he was weightless, spinning into space on the adrenaline of certainty that touched every human heart.
Look what he did…I wonder what I can do?
Finally he felt a hand on his shoulder that wasn’t human, a dead space in the energy choking him. Turning to Jay, both men shared a smile.
“Good enough, brother?” Jay bellowed over the raucous crowd.
Laughing, Tommy embraced him warmly. “Good enough for me, bro! Good enough for me!!”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 565
You’re sure you want to do this.
Yes, I am.
It’s a hundred thousand dollars, Tommy…
Tommy bit his tongue as he stalked through the Excalibur, forcing himself to focus on the thoughts of the man trailing behind him.
Exactly. Tommy sent back to Jay Kellar telepathically. And considering I have five minutes left to find these goddamn keys, you wanna get out of my head so I can win this bet fairly?
Oh, sure. Fair…pulling the location from the human’s brain. Sure, that’s sportsmanlike.
Seriously, Jay…shut up.
The keys are upstairs.
JAY!!
When the voice in his head finally went silent, Tommy grudgingly started moving for the escalators. The terms of the bet were simple: the keys to the car he’d selected, a 2009 Viper, were hidden somewhere in the casino. Without touching Matthew Ryan, the owner of the hotel and the Viper, who was also the one to hide the keys, Tommy was attempting to locate them purely through the power of his mind. It was a demonstration that was dangerously close to exposing his power for what it was…but Tommy wasn’t worried.
He was getting close enough to his one hour deadline to make the whole damn thing seem plausible.
As he reached the top of the escalator, he again reminded himself why he wasn’t just letting himself use a plant. Jay was right: he had the power to pluck the answer from Ryan’s mind and feed it to him. He could easily string it out.
Cheating, however, just wasn’t good enough for him.
Right, right…c’mooooon…
Forcing himself to show no reaction, Tommy turned left as the anxious flutter touched his mind. Footsteps trailed him, the crowd that had gathered close on his heels. It was a lot of thoughts and a lot of minds, and mentalism wasn’t Tommy’s natural gift.
I think he’s getting close…
…so hot, I’d totally do him…
…c’mon lucky seven, don’t fucking blow this shit…
…move, move, not that one…
Tommy stopped dead in front of the gift shop, eyes snapping open as he focused all his energy on the panicked voice that filled his mind.
Keep moving. Not this one. Not this door.
He heard meaning there, and could feel the weight of the lie. Turning to the gift shop, Tommy stared hard at the doors…then took a chance and bolted into the shop.
He checked behind first one open door, then the other. Behind the second, he saw the gleam of polished metal…
Grabbing the keyring, Tommy stalked out with it held high over his head, bellowing in triumph.
“YES!!!!!”
The crowd exploded in a cacophony of noise, Matthew Ryan standing agape as he watched Tommy beat him with thirty seconds on the clock. Swarmed by a sea of people, he held firm to the keys as he was hugged and clapped on the back, transformed into an open vessel for energy to fill. Time stopped moving and he was weightless, spinning into space on the adrenaline of certainty that touched every human heart.
Look what he did…I wonder what I can do?
Finally he felt a hand on his shoulder that wasn’t human, a dead space in the energy choking him. Turning to Jay, both men shared a smile.
“Good enough, brother?” Jay bellowed over the raucous crowd.
Laughing, Tommy embraced him warmly. “Good enough for me, bro! Good enough for me!!”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 565