Everyone else's performances were just wonderful. Probably. With a yawn, Tarit finally opened his eyes. He attempted to rub his eyes, before noticing the straps holding his arms in place. His groggy eyes flickered around, then widened at the realization that he was going to be late for the show! Tarit could've easily removed his restraints, but instead looked around for what was most important now. He awkwardly hopped onto his unbound legs, and turned to get a full view of his residence.
"Uh, where the hell is my jump suit?"
Tarit asked, hoping that someone else decided to take a nap right before the big show, but he heard no response. Oh well. Screw it. There was no way in hell that he would not get to perform in front of that audience. Arms still strapped in his electric chair, he dashed towards the prep tent; the over-sleeper going as fast as he could with an electric chair on his back, and generator trailing behind him. He chuckled when he looked at what he was wearing while sprinting. The tattered suit was something he would wear on his own time, and wasn't fit to perform in. How unsuiting.
Still running, he bent over and chuckled at his own joke. He was so clever. Looking up again to make sure he was still going in the direction of the prep tent, he was greeted with the bright lights of the tent. Electric chair and all, he dragged himself inside and grinned at all of his fellow performers. "Greetings everyone! I bet all of your acts were simply mind-blowing and what not. Larkus, would you mind giving me a hand?" Tarit pointed towards his leg straps and nodded towards his generator.
"I don't mind."
ϟ ϟ ϟ
In the middle of the ring sat a young man in an electric chair; bent over with his eyes aimed towards the ground, with the occasional whimper escaping his lips. The crowd was silent. This act contrasted all performances before it in every which way. No introduction or action occurred. It was seemingly just a man sobbing in a seat meant for wrongdoers. Doubt of this even being a show that would lead to anything entertaining clouded their minds.
Any suspicion was either affirmed or denied when the man's body convulsed, as electricity flowed through him. Arms shaking and feet tapping rather violently, the unwelcome shift shocked the audience. Screams took the place of his cries as actions replaced the audience's silence. A few of the braver spectators who barely managed to hear their own thoughts over the unfortunate man's shrieks attempted to help, but couldn't manage to pull the plug. The victim's writhing shook the straps that struggled to hold him still, and the chair itself threatened to give way under all of the shaking.
One of the not so bright onlookers reached out towards his hands to either comfort him, or remove the straps that held him so harshly. His eye caught the person about to risk electrocution, and he halted mid-jolt. Guess I can't fuck with these people any longer. Tarit vanished from his chair in the same moment that a flash of light forced the audience to blink.
Shocked expressions and gasps were abundant in the people that circled around the chair reserved for audience members now filled by Tarit. "Sup." He hopped from one chair or lap to the other, the audience only seeing a flash of light, or a glimpse of what appeared to be light traveling. He smiled as he traveled in his lightning form. Nothing could amp up a crowd more than knowing that someone wasn't actually on the brink of dying. The only thing really bothering him was the cold breeze he felt while displaying his abilities. It was only when he looked down that he realized he was displaying way more than his electric powers.
With the strike of lightning, he zapped to the center of the ring. He covered whatever he could with his hands and clothing that wasn't obliterated, before looking out at the crowd and grinning. Tarit bowed shamelessly to the people he screwed with, then made his way back into the prep tent with his electric chair, before hearing the hesitant applause of the audience. "Can someone get me some clothes?"
"Uh, where the hell is my jump suit?"
Tarit asked, hoping that someone else decided to take a nap right before the big show, but he heard no response. Oh well. Screw it. There was no way in hell that he would not get to perform in front of that audience. Arms still strapped in his electric chair, he dashed towards the prep tent; the over-sleeper going as fast as he could with an electric chair on his back, and generator trailing behind him. He chuckled when he looked at what he was wearing while sprinting. The tattered suit was something he would wear on his own time, and wasn't fit to perform in. How unsuiting.
Still running, he bent over and chuckled at his own joke. He was so clever. Looking up again to make sure he was still going in the direction of the prep tent, he was greeted with the bright lights of the tent. Electric chair and all, he dragged himself inside and grinned at all of his fellow performers. "Greetings everyone! I bet all of your acts were simply mind-blowing and what not. Larkus, would you mind giving me a hand?" Tarit pointed towards his leg straps and nodded towards his generator.
"I don't mind."
ϟ ϟ ϟ
In the middle of the ring sat a young man in an electric chair; bent over with his eyes aimed towards the ground, with the occasional whimper escaping his lips. The crowd was silent. This act contrasted all performances before it in every which way. No introduction or action occurred. It was seemingly just a man sobbing in a seat meant for wrongdoers. Doubt of this even being a show that would lead to anything entertaining clouded their minds.
Any suspicion was either affirmed or denied when the man's body convulsed, as electricity flowed through him. Arms shaking and feet tapping rather violently, the unwelcome shift shocked the audience. Screams took the place of his cries as actions replaced the audience's silence. A few of the braver spectators who barely managed to hear their own thoughts over the unfortunate man's shrieks attempted to help, but couldn't manage to pull the plug. The victim's writhing shook the straps that struggled to hold him still, and the chair itself threatened to give way under all of the shaking.
One of the not so bright onlookers reached out towards his hands to either comfort him, or remove the straps that held him so harshly. His eye caught the person about to risk electrocution, and he halted mid-jolt. Guess I can't fuck with these people any longer. Tarit vanished from his chair in the same moment that a flash of light forced the audience to blink.
Shocked expressions and gasps were abundant in the people that circled around the chair reserved for audience members now filled by Tarit. "Sup." He hopped from one chair or lap to the other, the audience only seeing a flash of light, or a glimpse of what appeared to be light traveling. He smiled as he traveled in his lightning form. Nothing could amp up a crowd more than knowing that someone wasn't actually on the brink of dying. The only thing really bothering him was the cold breeze he felt while displaying his abilities. It was only when he looked down that he realized he was displaying way more than his electric powers.
With the strike of lightning, he zapped to the center of the ring. He covered whatever he could with his hands and clothing that wasn't obliterated, before looking out at the crowd and grinning. Tarit bowed shamelessly to the people he screwed with, then made his way back into the prep tent with his electric chair, before hearing the hesitant applause of the audience. "Can someone get me some clothes?"
