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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 5, 2007 23:23:29 GMT -5
"My name is Drea," she replied and looked out at the audience, a habit she had grown from being an actress. She had learned that whenever you spoke on stage, you must look out at the audience too, so they feel like they are part of the play as well. Even if she wasn't acting, like right now, she still felt like she had to do that.
As she looked out in the audience, she saw Marge and quickly waved, knowing that she was cheering for her. As Drea heard the 'WhOO Baby!' she couldn't help but to laugh out loud. Drea and Margot always acted like idiots together, even when they were performing together. She noticed the spinning top hat and was quite amused, and then looked back at Damon, waiting for any instructions.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 23:44:14 GMT -5
"Well, Drea," he said, loud enough for the audience to hear him clearly, "I would like for you to hold perfectly still." He took his hat by the brim and raised it, leaving the smoke inside, and placed it on her head. Concentrating, he forced the smoke to form itself into a silver apple inside of the hat while he let go of it. While he turned around, he added, "And hold that for me." After a couple of steps though, he pretended like he forgot something and quickly turned around. He walked swiftly back toward her. "On second thought, I might need that." He took the hat from her head, making sure to not let the apple fall. "But you can keep the apple."
Smiling, he walked backwards away from Drea as he placed the hat back on his own head. It wasn't often that he wove comedy into his tricks, but that night it just seemed to fit. At least to him. He glanced out into the audience to see their reaction on the trick, hoping that they'd find it at least a little funny.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 23:50:57 GMT -5
She grinned at his trick. Watching intently both her friend and the man she so desperately wanted to talk to right now. As he handed her the hat and then made the joke. It all seemed perfect, but not rehearsed and surprisingly she didn't think it was. Everything was natural and that's what she liked about him. He was humorous and natural about it all. Charming and clever as well.
She laughed with the rest of the crowd and leaned forward in her seat, anxious to see more. He was right about keeping people on the edge of their seats. Literally and figurtively. Her mind was on the edge as well.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 6, 2007 0:05:26 GMT -5
The young magician cleared his throat slightly as he stopped walking away. He was now on almost the opposite end of the stage from Drea, where he turned to face the crowd directly. His smile faded from the laughing kind to a serious one. He then wanted to set the comedy act to the side in attempt to regain a controlled environment. "You may remember," he told the audience in a story telling kind of voice, "the stories that our mothers and fathers once told us, of days of old." His gaze moved slowly across the audience as he spoke, trying to deliver a gaze to every section of the theater. "When knights, warriors, and archers were the royal professions."
He lifted his hand and gestured toward his temporary assistant, Drea, and gazed toward her as well. "Archers would practice with targets. An apple atop a friendly head was the most common when they felt they were ready." Damon's head then turned out to face the audience again. "Let's see if I'm ready as well."
The young man turned his body, shifting it to where one foot was in front, pointing toward Drea, and the other was behind in a perpendicular position to the other. He raised his arms, aiming one out and holding it in a slightly opened fist as if holding a bow, and then the other pulled back like he were pulling the string. A small bit of smoke collected in the hand that was in the back, slightly hidden from the crowd, and with it he created a wooden arrow that instantly disappeared before anyone could tell what it was. Pretending to let go of the string, he watched as the apple was thrust from Drea's head, and back a ways, it could be seen that there was a wooden arrow through it.
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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 6, 2007 0:15:59 GMT -5
Drea was amazed at the apple trick. She had absolutely no clue how he had done it, and that seemed to be bothering her. But she was suprised that he was doing even more. As soon as he had mentioned that archers would practice with targets, Drea's stomach knotted. She knew what was coming; somehow he was going to knock the apple off of her head. But what if he missed? What if something went wrong? The thought sickened her.
She continued to watch him carefully, maybe she could figure out his tricks, and she admired how he held himself and how he present his material. She couldn't seem to look away from him. As he held his hands up as if holding a bow and arrow, Drea had no clue what he was going to do. And as he let go, she couldn't help but to feel a bit of fright, wondering if the invisble arrow could hit her. She seemed to have closed her eyes a bit, and when she felt the weight of the apple on her head being lifted, she turned around to see that the apple had fallen, as if a real arrow had gone through it. Once again she was amazed and turned around to face him. She smiled and clapped her hands, wondering if that was the end of the trick.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 6, 2007 13:16:39 GMT -5
She sat in the audience with everyone else, completely hypnotized by the act. Watching intently as he let the arrow fly to her head and knock the apple off. When it hit the ground it seemed the trance broke and everyone started screaming and clapping including Margot. She laughed and sat back in her chair waiting for Drea to come back so she could tell her how wonderful that looked.
She didn't really realize how much fun she was having. Her best friend was up on stage with a man that she could see herself with in the future. Drea finally got to meet him and see what he looked like. Little did she know that her friend had indeed met him before this and she was feeling something for him much like Margot was.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 6, 2007 15:18:16 GMT -5
Leaning forward to the audience in a slight bow, Damon thanked the audience for the applause through his motions rather than words. He then gestured toward Drea and bowed to her as well, thanking her for assisting him. With a nod, he let her know that the trick was complete and she could go back to her seat.
((We'll just assume she walked to her seat after curtsying or something now))
The young man then walked toward the middle of the stage, letting his hands stay down by his side until he reached his destination. Facing the audience, he brought his hands behind his back, holding his left wrist with his right hand as the habit he always had when speaking or listening. In a clear, projected voice, Damon said to the congregation, "History, since the dark ages and middle ages, up to today," his gaze again was moving slowly across, from right to left to make sure everyone was focused on him, "man has created items to help the ages evolve. Today, we have tools that allow us to build great buildings," his right hand lifted and gestured to the walls, "such as this one. But," he added as he brought his hand down in front of him, holding his index finger up to make a point, "we cannot forget the tools that we always have." He brought his left hand in front of him as well and presented both of his hands to the audience.
Damon then knelt down to the stage and pulled his hands together in open fists, his left above his right. His right hand touched the floorboards of the stage and slowly began to come upward, producing thick black smoke that he guided with his hands. Occasionally he stopped and tapped it, as if he were holding a hammer, and then after it was about three feet into the air, he moved it into a flat palm, waving his hands horizontally to the left. The smoke moved and formed into a table, quickly taking the form of sturdy black wood, until it was completely whole with four legs and long enough for a man to lay down on it.
The magician stood to his feet and tapped on the table roughly with his right knuckles, letting the knocking sound be projected out into the crowd.
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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 6, 2007 17:05:19 GMT -5
Drea didn't really want to sit down. She already loved to be on stage, and for some reason, she liked being on stage with Damon. He presented everything so perfectly that it sent chills down her spine. All of his tricks amazed her and she felt that the tricks were even more amazing if she watched from where she was now. But she knew that she had to sit back down and after curtsying and flashing one last smile, she walked to the steps and back to her seat behind Margot.
She leaned closer to Margot and whispered in her ear, "That was so much fun!" and flashed her a friendly smile. She sat back in her seat and watched the show, admiring Damon's every move. There was something about him that amazed her, and it wasn't just his tricks.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 6, 2007 17:14:29 GMT -5
Margot turned around and smiled at Drea. Holding herself with her hand on the back of the chair. The little boy sitting next to her went for the skirt of her dress and tried to flip it up as she turned the other way but she slapped his hand and turned back to her friend.
"Was it scary?" She asked excitedly. She felt a little superficial though because she wasn't normally this girly or this wrapped up in men. She really like Damon though.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 6, 2007 18:06:39 GMT -5
As the light applause filled the building, Damon looked around the room. He began to wonder how their reaction would turn if he introduced a 'trick' that was covered with 'demonic' fingerprints. A wicked grin crept into his lips, changing his charming smile temporarily to a somewhat evil one. Damon straightened himself out, and after the applause diminished completely, he called out in his clear, projected voice, a story that may or may not have been true.
"Along with the evolution of tools, man has also evolved in their religion." His gaze now was wicked, stern, and full of seriousness. The grin faded only enough to where he was still in his presentation manner, but the audience knew he was not in a joking phase. As he spoke, the young man stepped lightly to his right, letting the tap that had arisen to an echo in the almost completely silent room. His voice, his movements, and his story was all that could be heard. "Life has taught us many things, and man has created a story that they believe was the reason for their being. The book of life, the Bible, tells us of a greater being, one not of this world, who created the heavens and the stars," his hands reached high toward the ceiling and his gaze followed it, "and also created the very earth that we walk on." The hands slowly came down to be in front of him, presenting the floor beneath him. "But this book also tells us of another being." Damon began to step again, to where he was in front of the table. "One of wickedness, of sin." His footsteps stopped when he was in the middle, perfectly balanced between the left and the right side of the stage, and he shifted his body so he was facing the audience completely. "Lucifer, the fallen angel, now a leader of the underworld that we know as Hell."
"To be blessed with power, or cursed with it, may be a wicked sin." His eyes searched from left to right across the audience. With his next statement, his voice became low and quiet, just loud enough for the people in the back row to hear him as if he were whispering. "But I believe, that we were meant to have some of that power." His voice returned to its normal height, but was then changed into a daring voice. "Who here would dare join me, to step into the lands of damnation? I call for a willing soul, to accompany me as I show you, The Rising Demon."
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Post by Drea Roberts on Feb 6, 2007 19:09:43 GMT -5
As the little boy tried to lift up Margot's skirt, Drea couldn't help but to laugh. "Now it looks like someone has an admirer," she joked to Marge and turned to the little boy and smiled. "You're such a cute little boy. But you might want to respect the ladies now..." she laughed and looked back at Marge to answer her question. "It wasn't all that scary. Just at first because I had no clue what he was going to do to me. And it was even more scary because I'm always so paranoid and I was afraid the trick would backfire on me. But overall, no, it was acually really fun."
She sat back in her seat and continued to watch the show. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of Damon as he walked back and forth telling his story to introduce the next trick. As soon as she asked for another volunteer, Drea's heart leaped. Maybe he would pick her again, but then she doubted it. She then leaned over to Margot and whispered in her ear, "Do it! You have to volunteer. He has to pick you! Please volunteer!" She continued to edge Margot on to volunteer even though in the back of her mind she wished that Marge didn't like Damon the same way she did. But at least Marge didn't know that.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 6, 2007 19:13:19 GMT -5
She laughed and shook her head but in the end decided to raise her hand. She really did want to see Damon again even though she had just seen him before the show. She knew she couldn't act like she knew him or else someone might think he planted it or something so she decided not to really know him at all when she got up there. Margot bit her lip as she waited, her heart pounding as she waited for him to call on someone.
In her mind everything was fine. She didn't think Drea liked him or that he even entertained that idea. She was thinking about how much she liked this man and that she wanted to see him again after this.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 6, 2007 19:45:43 GMT -5
The wicked gaze that Damon held traveled across the room. Hardly anyone at all raised their hands this time. Apparently his speech caused them to have a little fear in what his trick might be. Nodding down to where the young lady sat that he had met before, he reached out and beckoned to her. "As you wish, milady. Your step, may it be into a land of sin, shall be noted that bravery was held within."
As the young lady walked up the steps to the stage, Damon walked around the table and gazed at her. The memories of their last conversation still lingered in his mind, playing at him, telling him this was a foolish idea while another part was cheering him on. Why he had picked the other before, he did not know, but this was going to be much greater. His hand moved over the table that he was near, black as a midnight sky, but sturdy as a foundation built by the greatest architect of all time. "Lie upon the table, and await for the devil's call.".
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 6, 2007 19:53:39 GMT -5
She grinned as she got from the row and came up to the stage. Her visage gliding subtly up to the stage as she walked up the stairs on the side. She had a bright and warm smile on her face like before, but this time it was a little more shy. A little more embarrassed. But she managed to get to the side of him without tripping or turning completely red.
He told her to lie down upon the table and at first she was too nervous to comprehend what he was saying, but she did as he told her. Caring for herself carefully so she didn't reveal anything underneath her dress though she was sure the little boy might like that. At first she sat upon the table and then she laid back, stretching herself out. Waiting for further instruction from the god like man standing by her.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 6, 2007 20:20:34 GMT -5
Looking up, he saw the crowd's anticipation grow madly. What was he going to do? He could almost hear their thoughts rolling in. Is she going to die? Will he sacrifice her? As if standing over the alter of sacrifice that he could sense they were thinking of, Damon looked down at his prey. She laid beautifully upon the table, the blackened wood that stretched in length beyond her head and below her foot, but was thin in width to where Damon could reach across it easily if he wished.
Damon slipped his hands beneath her neck and beneath her knees, as his eyes looked down and into hers. His eyes, hidden behind the dark sunglasses, would have been gleaming with delight as he was about to attempt something he had never attempted before. Before anything happened though, he opened his lips and said to the young lady, "May your breath be stilled."
His hands made contact with the skin of her neck and the dress beneath her knees, and he concentrated on her with all of his might. Around the young man, a light, and vague appearance of smoke began to form, much more transparent than the usual smoke he used to move him from place to place or to create objects. It was much more subtle, but it showed of great heat that surrounded the man. Swiftly, the light transparent smoke began to appear around his temporary assistant, weaving and waving, but they were still in clear view of the audience.
Soon, Damon's feet began to leave the ground, and the young lady's body began to lift from the table. They slowly moved into the air, as if levitating from their positions, and climbed their way to the ceiling. After the souls of his shoes reached the height of a full grown man, he stopped, but still held his gaze in deep concentration on the assistant. He didn't want his concentration to be broken by anything, and knew if he could continue to gaze at her that he would be able to keep the concentration.
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