<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GpDBy6J.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://SCHOOL CREST URL)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Curtis "Curt" Roark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14654145#msg14654145)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff 7th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10'', Dogwood, Unicorn Hair, very stiff and straight (https://pm1.narvii.com/6506/c464ab22ecb450fbb6fea0aab93986aa74e2fa00_hq.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> All dirty and half naked after a show (warning: hook through the nose) (https://scontent-ort2-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/51565846_2365238550373359_1100926544622125056_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&amp;_nc_ht=scontent-ort2-2.xx&amp;oh=e290e3264cab383792313d2e59d9c5e5&amp;oe=5CE72DEE).<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 3:00am | Saturday, July 13th, 2019<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hotel Room in London<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sexy, Serious, and Stunt descriptions (such as suspension).<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Play with Fire - Sam Tinnesz (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkpH0J0mjgw)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Joanna Batherson | CLOSED</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The show had gone off without a hitch. He had been nervous about replacing Derek the first time around, but the show went well and this one had been even better. Joanna was not only a wonderful assistant, but she was more interested in trying out some of the stunts than Derek was. It helped to feed a part of himself that was eager to pass on the things he had taught himself to do. Curt spent a lot of time researching his stunts. He didn't just do them and hope for the best. Joanna wanting to learn from him meant that she felt he was doing something right. Derek had expressed some interest, but ultimately, he couldn't see Derek going terribly far with it. His best friend wasn't about to shove his own face in a pile of glass or let people staple bank notes to his chest. Joanna might though.<br/><br/>Curt remembered the first time he did suspension. He had to rig it up himself for the most part and awkwardly run the hooks through his own shoulders. He'd done it himself in his room at home while his family was out. It had been painful and despite his prior researching, he had worried about damage to his body. No one had been there for him to check on him or make sure he was okay. His friendship with Derek was still in the early stages at that time, so he hadn't thought to call the other wizard. He always told himself that if he ever got to help someone do suspension, he wouldn't let that happen. He wasn't going to leave them alone until he was sure they were alright. So that was why he had got the hotel room tonight. He usually got a room, because his parents and siblings didn't appreciate him coming home all dirty and at three in the morning. Tonight it was mostly for her though.<br/><br/>Joanna had done a lot tonight and he wanted to make sure she got the proper care she needed. Their first show together the weekend before had ended with a few too many drinks and a roll in the sack. It was the sort of thing he had needed after the week he had had that week. He'd been emotionally out of his mind and Joanna had proved to be very helpful in every possible way. It was his turn to make sure she got all the help she needed tonight. She had done more than suspension tonight and he knew how stressful that could be on a body. There would be adrenaline coursing through her and her body would be starting to feel sore soon enough.<br/><br/>He'd sent Joanna into the room first while he went back out to get his stunt trunk. He'd lost his trunk once before to thieves, so he never left it in the car anymore. It also let her have a few minutes to settle in. Trunk filled with ropes, hooks, stunt swords, and various other items slung over one of his shoulders, he hauled it into the room and dropped it at the foot of the bed. Curt was stronger than he looked. Sweat had smudged his makeup all over his face, the paint he put on his neck was running down his chest, and his hair was stringy and sweat filled. He smelled like sweat and lighter fluid. A little blood ran down his chest from a few small holes from where people had been willing to come up and staple their tips to his chest. He'd need a shower soon.<br/><br/>Slicking his hair back with a hand, he looked over at her, "You doing okay? You need some water or something to eat? I can get you something. Nothing heavy. Just something to put some weight in your stomach...unless you're feeling sick. Which is normal too. Feeling shaky or anything?" he remembered taking the hooks out of his shoulders the first time. It made him a little sick to his stomach. It was nothing like getting a little ear or nose piercing. The skin crackled and popped as the air was released out from under it. The sound was unnerving until one got used to it.