Chuck Bartowski (
nerdherdchuck) wrote2008-07-26 12:02 pm
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Comic-Con (open RP)
ooc: This post is open to everyone. It's complete bendy time too. Feel free to drop by, chat with one another and have fun!
The San Diego convention center was filled with all sorts of exhibits, panels and vendors selling all sorts of collectibles. There seemed to be so much to do and tons of events worth seeing.
"I'm finally here," Chuck commented out loud to no one in particular.
The San Diego convention center was filled with all sorts of exhibits, panels and vendors selling all sorts of collectibles. There seemed to be so much to do and tons of events worth seeing.
"I'm finally here," Chuck commented out loud to no one in particular.
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Comic book geek in hiding. Just something else to add to his list of secret identities.
It didn't hurt that he had a work-related excuse to be there, too. He knew a guy that had made him aware of a company that did t-shirts that were looking to upgrade their image. Making the drive from Hollywood to San Diego was a little much, but the office would pay for it if he could get the company to agree to a sit down with Black Saber Studios.
So it was that Tommy found himself making the solo trek...and ending up poring over the offerings at pretty much every stall he passed. As he roamed, his mind was constantly working...not only on some sketches he wanted to do, but maybe on some form of pulp art illusion. Grand illusion, he could bring a comic book to life, or even close up he could screw around with a print graphic novel...
He was hard pressed to admit it to himself, but Tommy was having the time of his life.
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"Oh! S-sorry...I-I wasn't watching where I was going."
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Reaching out instantly to catch the other man's elbow, steadying them both, Tommy blushed and stammered out an apology of his own in his muddled Brooklyn accent.
"No, it was my fault, bro. Seriously, I'm so sorry...hey, is that a schedule? I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, just...I ain't got mine on me, mind if I peek over your shoulder?..."
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"Man, I can't believe I almost didn't come to this thing...aw, man, Marvel panel at two? Sweet!"
Tommy paused, then grinned as he folded the schedule in half, then abruptly tore it in two. Handing Chuck half, he opened his own...then opened it again to show a full copy of the schedule, identical to the one Chuck would find when he opened his own half of the "ripped" schedule.
"Here...this way I ain't gonna have to impose again."
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"Simple: magic." he replied, reaching out with one empty hand to seemingly pluck a playing card out of thin air. "You like magic, bro?"
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Spreading his hands, showing them back and front to prove they were empty...then reached into the air and pulled a fan of cards from seemingly nowhere.
"Pretty neat, yeah?"
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Turning to the other two men, Tommy extended his hand. "Tommy Karras, it's good to meet you fellas. I just sorta bumped into Chuck here by accident...are you all buds?"
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Pausing, Tommy turned to Chuck and handed him his bag. "If you wouldn't mind..."
Taking a few steps back, he shut his eyes and wondered, only briefly, if he was using his powers too gratuitously. It took him only a split second to decide it was fine, especially if the feelings he was reading from Hiro and Chuck were any indication.
Taking a deep breath, Tommy spread his arms and concentrated as he started to lean back, far enough that it looked as if he might fall...
...then continued to ease backwards, his feet leaving the ground, slowly laying backwards until his body was stretched out, suspended in midair in a prone position.
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"G'head and check it out of you want." he offered, making a show of folding his arms under his head casually. "Under, over, side to side...five bucks if you find where I'm hiding the wires." Of course, there were none, so he was safe...but that fact only made the "trick" better.
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"It's something I've been working on...I guess you could say I'm a magician in training." he explained to Chuck with a broad smile, glancing at Hiro when he mentioned a 'talent' with...an awareness that nagged at him. Nodding to Hiro in agreement, he spread his hands as he accepted his bag back from Chuck. "In a manner of speaking, I guess I do."
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