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After the PartyAshley opened her eyes and yawned. Her first thoughts were of the rough carpet beneath her cheek and then of the events of the night before. They remembered whose house they were in-a guy who went to her school-called himself Nitro. He was like the Gatsby of the neighborhood. Always threw wild parties but no one saw him much.Person511
Ashley yawned and looked across the floor at what she was sure was Emily's torso. And there was someone's hand lying there as well. Ashley looked around and figured out that she wasn't attached to her neck at the current moment. She moved her fingers and her arm. It was all in one piece, but she was pretty sure it was under the couch. She began to crawl her arm out from underneath and bumped into what felt like Talaya's corn rows. Her head must've been there.
"What the fuck-?" She heard Talaya murmur.
"Talaya?" Ashley yawned again.
"We're scattered all over the fucking floor."
"Are we at Nitro's house?"
Incidents in the Life of a Magician's Assistant DIncidents in the Life of a Magician's Assistant:MidnightZingaro
Discovery and Experimentation
I have been a magician's assistant since my ninth birthday,
when I was cut in two in front of an audience of friends and
their parents. Since that day I have assisted fifteen or sixteen
magicians of various levels of competence and in the process
experienced just about every illusion and effect so many times it
would be difficult, if not impossible, to count. I've been sawn
every which way, divided at just about every place you can think
of, vanished completely or in part and penetrated by every sharp
and not so sharp implement you can name. Of course, each magician
does his illusions differently so, for example, dad, my first
magician, cut me in half just above the hips, but several of the
others cut me in half just below the ribs.
I discovered by accident, at the age of sixteen, that all this
magic was having an effect on me off-stage as well as on-stage. I
did not have as much experi