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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 6, 2007 0:25:27 GMT -5
"Oh come on," she begged. "You can tell me, I swear I won't tell anyone else." It was true, if he would tell her how he did the trick, she wouldn't tell anyone else. But deep inside her, she needed to know how that trick was done. She thought she had that one figured out, but Damon had done it differently.
She jumped off the stage and onto her feet. She stood and looked at him, replying, "Oh of course I'll go. Honestly I have been dying to see the famous Damon the Demon Walker," she said a bit flirtacious and walked over to him, leaning her hands on the arm rests of the seats and looking and him, a smile on her face.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 6, 2007 17:22:32 GMT -5
Shaking his head from side to side, he responded, "Sorry, but I must not break the magician's code." His own trainer hadn't taught him everything, only the most common tricks that every magician knows. After that though, Damon had been on his own to learn how to present the magic to the world and hide the actually trickery behind the scenes. It was his life, a life of secret and mystery, and he loved to live it that way.
The young man's eyes followed her movements, watching as she pushed herself from the stage, seeing her soar downward to the ground, and also noting how she landed gracefully on her feet. Most people would be forced to kneel as they fell to break their fall, but it seemed that she had developed the same talent in that knack that Damon had.
"Oh of course I'll go. Honestly I have been dying to see the famous Damon the Demon Walker."
Her flirtatious voice caused him to smile even more, his usual charming smile. Letting his hand fall onto the armrest that was meant for his seat, the young man tapped it lightly in experimentation. He knew every nook and cranny of this theater already, but he continued to observe with all of his senses. By knocking on the armrest, he felt that it was solid, sturdy enough to hold all of a man's weight, which was a good thing because sometimes people would use the armrests to boost themselves up in order to get a better look, leaning a lot more of their weight onto the chair's arms than intended.
"Well," he replied to her comment, still unsure of what his acts were going to be, "perhaps you'll give me inspiration then tomorrow. I've little idea of what is to be when I walk on that stage tomorrow night." Grinning wickedly, he looked at her trying to make her think that he wasn't telling the truth. It wasn't hard to imply that his words were slightly twisted, especially due to his profession. A magician's word is never a good one to keep.
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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 6, 2007 19:21:28 GMT -5
She leaned back so that she was fully standing up. She straightened out her dark blue dress a bit and looked at him, her arms crossed. "So you expect me to believe that you acually go out on stage and do any trick that you feel like doing? With no preparation whatsoever?" She didn't believe him at all. Any normal magician would practice their acts every hour of every day. She couldn't believe that he would acually go out on stage and acually use real magic.
She quickly turned around and sat on the seat next to Damon, crossing her legs and looking out at the stage. The stage that felt like home to her. She paused for a moment, thinking about her family and her life. For a moment it felt like she had left her own head and watched a flashback of herself. She did this a lot acually, since she longed to chance her past for much. If only she could have stopped her mother from killing herself. If she did, then where would she be now? Would she even be an actress? Would she have bet Damon? It gave her a chill that maybe one simple thing could have changed her whole life.
She quickly snapped out of her trance and looked back at Damon. She smiled again and asked him a simple question, "So, what made you become a magician?"
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 9, 2007 23:03:58 GMT -5
A wicked grin continued to plaster itself to the young magician's face. It looked as though his sarcastic truth worked, at least for now. He watched Drea turn and sit beside him to look at the stage as well. While she gazed at it, Damon followed her gaze and watched it as well, remembering the first time he had seen it. That was quite a while ago.
"So, what made you become a magician?"
The young man's head turned and his eyebrows furrowed together in question. It was a good question, one that stumped even him. There were many reasons he became a magician.
"I think," he began as his head turned back toward the stage, "that it was mostly because my father was a magician. Though he wasn't very good." A shrug rolled off of his shoulder. "But when I came here, I actually never saw him again." The magician that he had watched actually took him in as a son, sort of. While the original magician would go to a home away from the theater, Damon would stay at the theater, which happened to be the reason he had found the doorway to his real career.
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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 10, 2007 15:16:49 GMT -5
"...I acually never saw him again."
This reminded Drea of her own life, although it was quite different. For some reason she felt as if she could tell Damon anything and she didn't know why. "My mother died when I was only twelve," she began thinking that Damon probably didn't really care about her life. But she was going to tell him anyway. It felt like every time she told someone of the trageties in her life, she felt a little better about herself. "She killed herself acually...." she choked on the last part of the sentence. She missed her mother, a lot.
"So then my family kind of broke apart. My older brother is living in America right now. I never talk to him anymore. My father, we'll he's messed up. He drinks a lot, and never had any time for me. So then I decided to fulfill my dream as an actress, I moved in an apartment and became good friends with my roomate, and now I'm here."
She looked at him and smiled. "I'm sure you didn't really want to hear that, I just like to tell people, I don't know why though."
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Post by Damon Walker on Nov 25, 2007 16:56:06 GMT -5
Listening to her story, he almost smirked to himself, but caught it and held a simple gaze. It had been a while since anyone had actually talked to him, telling him about their own life. Usually he was cooped up behind the stage or in his room. Now, he wondered if everyone had their own little sad story to tell, just waiting for the next person to talk to. It made sense. He had his own story, though it wasn't one to tell.
"I'm sure you didn't really want to hear that, I just like to tell people, I don't know why though."
A shrug rolled off of Damon's shoulders once again. "It's okay," he said, not really caring either way. All this was was free time to kill. The only other thing he would be doing was reading or attempting to make up some sort of routine for the show. "From what I hear, it's a good thing to get things off your chest every now and then. Isn't it?" He turned a questioning look to her with an eyebrow raised.
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Post by Drea Roberts on Nov 25, 2007 17:14:37 GMT -5
"That's what everyone says," she said and she walked around a bit. She gazed around at the fimiliar stage, as she did almost every day. It was strange though, even though she had to have looked around the theater a million times already, she noticed something different in every glance.
She shrugged her shoulders. "But sometimes I don't believe it. What is someone suppose to do when they tell their whole life story to someone who they thought they could trust but really couldn't? And then the person exposes the other's secrets? Then their life is known by everyone who never really needed to know it. Now you....should I trust you? But I guess it doesn't really matter...I already told you most of my life story."
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Post by Damon Walker on Nov 25, 2007 17:29:14 GMT -5
Now...should I trust you?
Damon's smirk overtook his face. That was a question he asked himself quite often, though had yet to be asked by others. "Should you trust me? Should you trust a man who has been forced to hold secrets that none other in the world are allowed to know? Should you trust a magician? Hmm, that is a good question."
He walked over to her still smiling at her questions and confusion. "That is why you should learn to coat your stories. Dress them up to where men and women you tell can only see what should be seen and nothing more." Damon himself had had plenty of practice dressing his responses and learning how to completely hide the truth from the eyes of others. It certainly wasn't hard, but to do it properly it took a little practice.
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Post by Drea Roberts on Nov 25, 2007 18:37:10 GMT -5
"I don't think I can do that," she responded with a sigh. "But it doesn't really matter. I've been involved with the theater all my life. People I know think of me as some type of 'drama queen'. I doubt that they would acually believe me if the story of my life went around. People would just think that I made everything up for attention. So if I were to take your advice, I'd be doing exactly what everyone in this city believes I would do."
She turned around to face the back of the theater, admiring all of it's beauty for a quick minute, as she usually does. She turned back around to face Damon, about to talk about something new. "So what do you-" she stopped mid-sentence, froze and stared at the back of the stage. Something had moved behind the curtain, a sort of black figure type thing, something she believed was a person.
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Post by Damon Walker on Nov 25, 2007 19:05:20 GMT -5
"I don't think I can do that"
The response made Damon smirk and shake his head. The typical response, he thought silently to himself. He knew that the world was formed with people who could say all day that they couldn't lie or exaggerate the truth, but that in fact everyone did it almost all the time. With no doubt, he believed that Drea would fall under that category just as well.
"So if I were to take your advice, I'd be doing exactly what everyone in this city believes I would do."
A light shrug fell off of his shoulders again. It was the only response he could really think of to not hurt her feelings. After all, he didn't know her very well and couldn't exactly tell her that she wasn't a drama queen without history knowledge. When she turned back to look at him, he continued to watch her and listened when she spoke.
"So what do you-"
The question was cut off almost right after it had started, causing Damon's smile to instantly fade away to a concerned look. She was looking at him still but was basically frozen on the spot for some reason, but then he noticed that she wasn't looking at him, but past him. Quickly he turned to see what she was staring at and saw the curtain just before it stopped moving. Was there someone there? he asked himself, watching closely for a moment. After the few seconds of seeing nothing move, he looked back at her and asked, "What's wrong?" staring deeply into her eyes and also perking his ears. The question wasn't for who he was watching, but for whoever was out there to hear and believe that they were still speaking.
From behind him, he heard a light rustle and saw in the reflection of her eyes someone moving out from behind the curtain. Swiftly spinning on the spot, he saw a man dressed in a way to disguise his appearance and identity from them just before the stranger threw a knife directly at Damon's face. Instantly, Damon vanished into a cloud of smoke, reappearing just above the stranger with a swift kick to the man's head before vanishing again. The knife had still been flying through the air toward the female actress and Damon reappeared a few paces from Drea, enclosing his fingers around the knife that had almost reached her and disappearing once more into another cloud of smoke. Reappearing in a crouching position under the man that was still falling sideways from the kick, he stabbed the knife into the man's ribcage and quickly stood, backing away from him.
The smoke that had been created from Damon's teleportations evaporated over a matter of seconds, revealing the stranger bleeding on the floor and taking slow, gurgling breaths and Damon standing just a yard or two away from him.
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Post by Drea Roberts on Nov 25, 2007 19:27:31 GMT -5
It had all happened so fast; Drea was in shock. First the strange man came out of nowhere. What was that all about? A knife was coming towards her. How did it not hit her? How was Damon transporting from place to place like that? She thought magicians just did simple tricks. Apparently she was wrong. Who was this man? Why was he trying to kill Damon and herself? Her head flooded with so many questions, but she just remained still, taking in all of the shock.
Smoke was beginning to fill the room. She was having a hard time seeing things. Was Damon all right? She continued to not move an inch, staring at the cloud of smoke before her. In minutes, the smoke cleared and there she saw it. The man had been stabbed, and he was bleeding on the floor. Dying. Blood. Drea had never liked the site of blood....
"Y-you killled him?" she uttered to Damon, looking down at dying man on the floor. The room began to spin. She couldn't control it; she had not known what she had just seen. The sight of blood had always made Drea feel sick. Now it was too much. She collapsed to the floor, faiting.
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