redtopaz Audition

[Marguerite]

Here's your first-person audition bit (i.e. the bit you respond to in first person):

"From now on, there'll be no one to ruin my day...."

[redtopaz]

A little Harry Potter-ish, very rambling, and rather shoddily sewn together, but its spontaneous ^^

Audition

It’s already going badly. I picked Sasha up from her place a tad late to start. She’s gorgeous. The halter top is my favorite part. No, her eyes. I like brown. And her hair… What am I talking about? The halter top definitely wins. Apparel aside, this really isn’t going like I planned. We’ve been in traffic for the last hour. Teach me to try and drive to Shea Stadium. God, the game’s probably already started and I’m in traffic. Sasha’s stopped trying to make conversation. Probably because I’m getting ticked. The radio’s going. It’s that Quen Stefani band back from before she was famous. I don’t really know; Sasha picked it.

I just wanted us to have a nice normal date. Like normal people. Not that we’re freaks or anything. Well, Sasha isn't. She’s amazing, really. Great body, big smile… She’s smart, too. Wants to go to NYU next year. Me? I’m spending the next three years of my life in England learning how to not blow people up with out-of-control psychic energy. Which is, of course, just what I wanted to do. Be a freak and go to the English School for Other Freaks. Regardless, this is my last summer with Sasha. I really wanted today to be perfect.

We get there, eventually. Fifteen minutes after the first pitch. The ticket guy gave me shit about getting in, someone had spilled soda on our seats, and we were loosing already. At least Sasha’s marginally happy. She doesn’t really get baseball, but its fun explaining it to her. She’s asking me about last season when Johnson knocks one right into our section. People are screaming. It practically fell at Sahsa’s feet and she’s reaching down to pick it up when the jerkoff behind us knocks her out of the way. Fat bastard almost crushes her. She holding her arm and that’s where things got blurry for me.

This is always what it feels like when it happens. I can’t really see anything. It’s all blurry like really thick, greasy glass. I just sort of feel it. All the electricity in the air. How sound carries. All those pieces you normally can’t see just floating around in the air. It’s intense. I can feel it all. For a moment, I think I want to tell it to do something and then I remember I’m mad. All I can think is ‘I’m not going to let anyone ruin this day’, and then the force is overwhelming. When I open my eyes there’s a twenty-foot blast radius surrounding Sasha and I. The poor bastards around us are lying over bleachers, groaning. I take Sasha’s hand. She flinches when I touch her, but lets me hold it.

“Let’s go,” I tell her. No wonder they’re shipping me off to England. I am a freak.

[Miss Jack]

Very nicely done! Btw, hi, hi, hi! And yeah, glad you like it. You could have done better, but thems the breaks.

Challenge:
At the top of the bleacher exit, two ballpark security guards hold out a hand to stop them, though they're confused as to what the crime actually is. We don't know what just happened, their rigid stances say, but we know it's your fault.

[redtopaz]

Hix3 2u2!!! Everybody loves a challenge ~.^

Andy stopped short, Sasha bumping into his back in the confusion. The security guards were beginning to converge on the scene of the crime. Andy shifted nervously. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. It wasn’t even the first time he’d gotten Sasha involved in one of his vibrantly abnormal displays. It was, however, the first time it had happened on public television. All of the fifty foot stadium monitors displayed some angle of Andy and Sasha blocked by security guards to the front and bewildered and bruised spectators at their back.

Andy fumed under the stares. He wanted to tighten his grip on Sasha’s hand, but was afraid of encouraging her dislike of him by cutting of her circulation. It seemed the shouting and groaning was everywhere, adding to the cacouphony of sound. Andy stood completely still, tense with frustration and guilt. Of all days for this to happen…

“You two-“ the first guard began, advancing on them.

“Come over here, Andy,” Sasha coaxed, gently pulling the disturbed boy away from the crowd toward a blank stretch of wall. The security guard followed them, eyeing them with suspicion. “You need to chill. Andy, calm down. If you don’t you’ll do it again,” she instructed in a sharp whisper, shooting the guard a glance. Andy shrugged, then sighed, and finally relaxed his shoulders to lean against the wall.

“Okay, kid. What have you got? A tazer? Don’t move kid,” the guard warned, slowly approaching the pair. Sasha was looking away as if trying to ignore the guards presence at all. She was looking wistfully at the field. Andy felt like kicking himself. He’d ruined both of their days. Apparently, he was infectious as well.

[Marguerite]

Approved! Huzzah!

Go get working on a character sheet. <3