(the feedback from the microphone forces jonas' head up from beneath the four men intent to pin him. that's his voice being forced to speak in an irregular pattern and it triggers an upset, white-hot and desperate.
"and now we're sure you remember this part."
three men at his back and arms are thrown to the ground, and the one still forcing him back by the shoulders is pushed aside as easily as if he had no weight at all. jonas is able to face himself at the moment that follows, not red-eyed and red-mouthed and smirking but as furious as he feels, wondering if it's just another nightmare; logically, he knows that this is set, but when has knowing the truth of a matter ever helped him?
a threatening finger is jabbed forward, a bruising tap to a too-human pec.)
Don't touch me, man, I'm serious, (jonas warns set, throat tight. this makes its godly quality waver too humanly, but there's no shame in how open he is with his distress, wide-eyed and hostile.) Don't touch me. I'mβI can go myself.
βwhat the hell are you all staring at?
(the crowd huddles together in small groups, standing away from the disruptive pair until they suddenly scatter. a whip of red hair startles them into making a path, the power of "set's" presence alone enough for them to obey an unspoken order and let them goβdespite the recuperating men still sitting dazedly in front of the stage.
jonas expects that set will follow as he storms off, hand raising to wipe hastily at a cheek.)
What is going on? You'reβwhy are you in my body? Did... Did you do this?
i'm crying forever over this
"and now we're sure you remember this part."
three men at his back and arms are thrown to the ground, and the one still forcing him back by the shoulders is pushed aside as easily as if he had no weight at all. jonas is able to face himself at the moment that follows, not red-eyed and red-mouthed and smirking but as furious as he feels, wondering if it's just another nightmare; logically, he knows that this is set, but when has knowing the truth of a matter ever helped him?
a threatening finger is jabbed forward, a bruising tap to a too-human pec.)
Don't touch me, man, I'm serious, (jonas warns set, throat tight. this makes its godly quality waver too humanly, but there's no shame in how open he is with his distress, wide-eyed and hostile.) Don't touch me. I'mβI can go myself.
βwhat the hell are you all staring at?
(the crowd huddles together in small groups, standing away from the disruptive pair until they suddenly scatter. a whip of red hair startles them into making a path, the power of "set's" presence alone enough for them to obey an unspoken order and let them goβdespite the recuperating men still sitting dazedly in front of the stage.
jonas expects that set will follow as he storms off, hand raising to wipe hastily at a cheek.)
What is going on? You'reβwhy are you in my body? Did... Did you do this?