[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Dorian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1115021626476593303/hello-ghost.png[/img][/center][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1115022967433343076/connor-franta.gif[/img][/center]
[center][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Kree Ship
[color=CC99FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Possession Combat[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/1064032443860004934/Screenshot_20210223-112042_Instagram-1-1.jpg]First Day Fit[/url][/center]
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Dorian took a deep breath, waiting outside the doors of the gymnasium for his turn to hit the stage. One by one he peered inside through the doors watching as his colleagues and friends all did outstanding displays of power and finesse. It made his heart pound against their cage within his chest. He ensured to give April tons of encouraging hand gestures throughout her performance, whether or not she saw any of them he didn’t know. But what mattered was that he was there for his friend, especially after such a trying day yesterday. His sheets still smelled like toilet water, taking their rightful place inside his laundry basket to be part of today's issues he needed to address. As Andy’s performance was coming to an end, Dorian slid the door closed once more, pacing back and forth as he nervously twiddled his thumbs wondering if his performance would be good enough. What even [i]was[/i] good enough? Once she walked out and passed him, Dorian took a hard swallow before taking a deep breath and walking in. [color=CC99FF]”Ok Dorian, you got this. You can do this”[/color] He said, whispering to himself a little pep talk as he made his way up towards the stage.

The stage was dressed up as he’d instructed. Curtains partially drawn, instruments were laid about in certain spaces, and now all that was missing was him. Dorian was wearing a billowy white shirt and black pants similar to the outfit that the human Casper wore in the old film adaptation. He clicked play on a remote he had hidden in his pocket, knowing that the music had just enough of a pause to help him get into his astral form and begin. He closed his eyes and vanished from sight. As the lilting melody of Casper's lullaby began to play over the speakers, Dorian flew up into the air above where he stood and began to waltz like he’d practiced with his fathers. Every other rotation he’d phase in and out, a ghostly waltz that slowly moved itself downwards from where he started in time with the music. He wasn’t an expert at mixing tracks by any means, but he’d tried for this one. Blending together a trio of songs from across several decades to help encapsulate what it was he wanted to do. The spotlight was on him, directly atop illuminating his presence like the feel good ending of a film. Once he’d reached the stage once more, the soothing vocals turned into a ghastly cacophony. 

Dorian vanished from the stage once more quickly, throwing off his clothes for a quick outfit change he’d left lying here in the astral realm. He was now wearing an all black gothic outfit with Lydia deetz’ iconic red spider web poncho. He was trying to time his possessions with the song but the jitters from earlier were getting the best of him. He took a deep breath, trying to get himself back on track and push past the show nerves. He was a streamer damn it so he could do this! With every note on the keyboard played, he began to possess a different light. Making them flicker and flash in time to the music's beat. He needed to make sure he kept track of where he was at all times. Noticing the ghostly whoosh was about to happen, Dorian booked it towards the judges table, timing his sounds with the quick possession as the temperature around the judges would drop dramatically and their notes would go flying up as a gust of wind blew past them. He quickly circled back towards the stage picking up a trumpet he’d had set down there beforehand, and playing it as he possessed the instrument, making sure to phase back into view everytime a ghostly sound would appear on the track.

This kept up for several more seconds that felt more like hours to him. Nerves fighting him tooth and nail as the flew around the area possessing various instruments that were being played in the soundtrack as he showed his adept skill at being able to quickly enter and exit things (as well as the astral realm) while keeping concentrated on the sounds of a song. He was on the flutes now, flying back and forth between each instrument, barely letting them fall before possessing them again. This song was almost over and he still had so much more to go. Finally the portion came where Lydia began to call out Beetlejuice’s name. The instruments and area became more frantic as the poltergeist began to come full form. Lights all flashed and the area’s temperature dropped lower and lower until the final call of his name. Once the whoosh came in everything fell silent. The lights all turned off and there was no motion up on stage anymore. This lasted for a long two seconds as Dorian caught what breath he could before Beetlejuice himself announced the ramp up. Suddenly the lights began to flicker and glow greens, reds, and yellows. Spotlights flashing here and there as they followed Dorian in and out of the astral realm. All until the song came to a cacophonous end. 

There was once again darkness and silence across the gym, yet no sign yet of Dorian Gray. Only the slight sound of the curtains he’d had partially covering the stage moving out of place. A soft thudding sound could be heard overhead and all around. The known marching sounds of a T-Rex from Jurassic park as the opening title played overtop of it. A soft blue light washing over a verdant set that spread across the stage. The song switched to the End Credits From Jurassic Park, as Dorian possessed the large (actual) fossil of a T-Rex that his father was able to get for him just for this audition. He peaked a large skeletal head around a tall tree that had previously hidden the massive fossil from sight. Walking out and taking the stage once more as he showed off how aptly he was capable of maneuvering even the largest of creatures with his powers. Swinging his massive tail, clawing at trees, and chomping at the air as roars played throughout the speakers to his rehearsed mouthings. Once it was all over, Dorian-Rex placed one large foot atop a large boulder, giving off one final roar as the Rex would in the movie before attempting to hop out of the monstrosity. It didn’t stick, or rather it stuck too well. This was fine, the judges didn’t need to know he was having issues. He went for it once more, finding that he couldn’t leave his fossilized body. He’d never stayed in the Astral Realm for too long, there were warnings against it but now he was stuck.

As he looked past the judges a blurry vision began to take form. He could see Nemo there in the Astral Realm, kneeling in front of what looked like a medieval Emma Frost dressed in all white with white hair to match. The Rex’s giant feet began to tap a bit as Dorian began a small nervous dance. If the fossil could groan in concern it would have. No matter how hard he tried, Dorian couldn’t seem to free himself from the Astral Realm. The vision shifted as Nemo and Discount Emma faded away and made way for what looked to be a cave. Dorian squinted to see what was inside and what he’d found was…himself. Older than he was now as a storm brewed just outside this cave. There was a knife in front of him, and Dorian impulsively took one giant Rex step back. Tree’s fell over on stage, small fronds crushed under the weight of the massive skeleton as Dorian tried to escape the scene before him. As he turns to leave it a new scene appears before him, a handful of gravemarkers handmade all lay before him two with April and Danni’s name on them and the year of 2039. Next year. The shock was enough to kick Dorian into fight or flight mode, and the idea of a T-Rex bounding around school crying wasn’t a good one. Dorian forced himself to stand his ground against the image and try to leave once more, popping out of the fossil and back into the material plane where he was once again physical. His eyes were wide, tear drops forming at the corners as he looked towards the judges and noticed Nemo’s eyes were red and misty. His chest tightened and he gave a small bow before walking off stage and then bolting once he’d made it past the judges.