Mime 3: Fated4HP

~The stage.~

~Dark as night, plagued only with silent shadows that creep out of the crevaces of the structured area.~

~A familiar young man. In his teens, Dressed in the above, steps out silently from the depths of the unknown.~

~He pauses. He stands still. His shimmering blue eyes are all that are recognizable for his face is white-covered in a mask of make up and for once...pure silence.~

~His left hand, that is oddly curled into a loose fist, slowly rises from his side and stops just above his head. As it stops, the hand begins to open slowly, and in the palm is a dust-like powder.~
~And he lowers his hand only slightly to blow the dust-like powder into the air where it sparkles. It twinkles. And five letters float across the air slowly as they form a familiar word.


F-A-T-E-D..

~His introduction finished, Fated takes a silent bow and continues on~

~His hand lifts slowly yet again and he reaches out with his palm facing up as if he about to catch something.Yet his movements are silent.~

~He takes one small quiet step forwards and then his hand moves down and it looks as though he is opening a door. His wrist turns just slight, and then he pulls his hand back, stretching his arm up as if to grasp the frame of the invisible door. He then steps through the imaginary door and pretend to close it behind him~

~Suddenly his eyes grow wide and his mouth drops open as he places one hand up against what would appear to be like an invisible wall.~
He turns to the left now places both hands 'against' it, palms flat, fingers spread wide apart~

(to be continued)