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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 10:23:18 GMT -4
 - Boom, headshot - " Sit the fuck down " If there was one thing this place had totally gotten right, it's the arcade. Holy shit this place was even better than the one back home. Many different game systems were strewn all over the place, various contraptions that she couldn't even name blaring out sweet nothings in Japanese, trying to coerce people to come and indulge.
When one of those machines screamed out a It's High Noon in a pathetic attempt at a cowboy-esque accent using utter Engrish, Jaz couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her mouth.
"Alright, let's try this," she said as she cracked her knuckles and punched a coin in. Seconds later the screen in front of her began flashing a dazzling array of colors, making the blonde smirk. She grabbed the plastic assault rifle-controller connected to the device and took aim. Within seconds she had eliminated around a dozen digital aliens that kept running at her avatar, spraying acid blood everywhere around her.
Honestly her display of utterly insane reaction speeds had garnered a crowd. Yet she didn't care. She kept shooting.
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Post by Nick Cross on Apr 21, 2018 10:42:59 GMT -4
Nick had only been coming to this arcade for a few weeks, and already he was making a name for himself there. Already a few heads turned in recognition when he walked in. England did not have arcades like Japan, so he had had to learn these games fast and work hard to get good at them. He smirked at the looks he got, because they meant he was succeeding.
The smirk wavered when he saw a crowd gathered by one of the machines. Curiosity got the better of him and he pushed to the front to see a girl from his class, racking up one hell of a score on a game he played. Her precision with the gun was remarkable. He found himself somewhat in awe.
Then, though, that familiar burning drive to be better than his classmates kicked in with a vengeance. He walked up to the other machine her machine was joined to and entered a token, activating the two player mode. He raised his own gun and flashed her a smug look that wordlessly indicated it was time to see which one of them could rack up the highest score.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 10:55:56 GMT -4
- Boom, headshot - " Sit the fuck down " Holding down the trigger, Jasmine's smirk was ever present on her face as she mowed down Xenomorph after Xenomorph. Digital bullets blew directly at her targets with her recoil control being second to none, which unsurprisingly had been a shocker to most of the onlookers present. The way she looked, Jasmine looked unlike a gamer in every sense of the word yet was displaying a game sense and technical prowess that put her a cut above the rest. If only they knew how many days she and her friends spent in arcades back in NYC just to get away from the world. She continued shooting, occasionally popping a key on the plastic weapon's side to reload and as soon as the animation ended she continued shooting. When something flashed in her screen and another health bar appeared below hers, she quirked a brow. From the corner of her eye she saw some guy pick up the rifle on the console next to hers. She recognized him. He was from her class, wasn't he? The smugness on his face ticked her off a little. Alright, two could play at that game. Inputting a series of buttons Jasmine restarted the level, her subtle way of saying don't bitch about me starting earlier when everything's said and done before she winked at him slyly. This dude was in for a rude awakening. Nick Cross |
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Post by Nick Cross on Apr 21, 2018 11:17:07 GMT -4
Nick gave a small scoff in response to her sly wink. Who did this girl think she was? She might have been skilled at this game, but so was he, he was determined to prove.
Jasmine. That was her name, he recalled. She had an explosive Quirk. He realised with a name like ‘Jasmine’ he could probably communicate with her in English as easily as Japanese.
“I’m not new to this, you know,” he said in English as if to test this.
As the game loaded up, Nick did his best to blast as many aliens he could the moment they entered the screen. He was not lying about being skilled at the game: he had played it many times before. He did not quite have the finesse Jaz had demonstrated, however, despite his best efforts.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 11:31:51 GMT -4
- Boom, headshot - " Sit the fuck down " She had to hand it to him, Nick was pretty good at the game. Yeah, she remembered his name. She remembered most of their classmates' names. Especially that pervert with the most pompous-ass name she had ever heard. It wasn't like she disliked him, really. It was more the case of him fucking up his first impressions. That and the cold was beyond annoying. She had half decided to carry a jacket around with her just to wear in class, holy shit. Okay, back to the game. The blonde hummed in response to Nick's words, her smirk growing to match the smugness levels Nick previously had on his face, "You say that as though I'm supposed to care, Your Majesty," she said, glancing at him competitively. Aiming down the sights, Jasmine began firing in three round bursts, her accuracy increasing by several times as instead of spraying she aimed precise shots at the enemies' vitals, scoring critical hits eight out of ten times. "Catch up, Brit. Wouldn't want to leave you too far in the dust." Nick Cross |
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Post by Nick Cross on Apr 21, 2018 11:47:03 GMT -4
Nick bristled at the sarcastic ‘your majesty’. Trust a yank to bring his nationality up.
When he lost, though, he forgot all about that as anger and shame burned him up. His eyes went wide and he only just stopped himself from punching the machine. He could suddenly feel all the onlookers’ eyes on him, even if they were not. The humiliation! He wished to dissolve on the spot.
He turned his blazing gaze to Jaz as she once again called him a snarky name connected to his country of origin. He scoffed again, louder this time; “Well, I suppose it’s only natural you’d be a good shot: I believe it’s a common thing with American teens, no?”
Yes, maybe he was taking several steps too far there, but to hell with it – he was riled up enough to go there.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 12:01:58 GMT -4
- Boom, headshot - " Sit the fuck down " Humming to herself, Jasmine beamed as she lowered the weapon, the stat board speaking for itself. She turned back to Nick, a toothy grin aimed at him. She quirked a brow when he met her gaze, though, instinctively gripping the controller hard enough to crack it, her body ready for a fight. She blinked after he spoke. "O...kay? Wha- I-" she snickered, "I mean, hey, at least we're good at something, right? Who else would drag your asses out of the fire, huh?" She couldn't believe this devolved into nationality. Honestly her previous quips were competitive banter at best. She didn't think he'd get so heated. Then again, it wasn't like she didn't understand where he was coming from. She could get pretty competitive, too. Nick Cross |
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Post by Nick Cross on Apr 21, 2018 12:27:12 GMT -4
Ah, the old ‘we saved you in the war’ chestnut. Nick snorted dismissively at that. “You didn’t drag our asses out of the fire so much as show up at the last minute to deliver kicks to an enemy we had whittled down.” Though technically speaking his biological parents had been Japanese immigrants, so his ancestors had been on the other side – bah. Semantics.
Her glibness was getting on his nerves, stoking the fire within him. He was trying to insult her, damn it, but she was just brushing it off. He scoffed yet again. “Well, you may have won that one, but you can’t beat me at everything!” He gestured towards one of the numerous racing machines, one he had a lot of familiarity with; Explodacars 2 The Revenge.
Stupid name aside, it was a fun game featuring real life licensed vehicles that raced through crazy courses full of deadly hazards and attacked each other with power ups. They also exploded. A lot. Nick had been playing it since he began visiting this arcade. She would not best him at it.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 12:33:20 GMT -4
- Boom, headshot - " Sit the fuck down " This was rather amusing, she had to admit. Seeing Nick get this flustered was new to her; she didn't know the guy, and she really didn't expect him to be such a sore loser. Then again that thought was bashfully ripped out of her mind when she realized what game he was pointing at. "Geh-!" she mouthed, a little perturbed. She sucked at that game. Whenever she player Riley or Jackson way back when they always whooped her ass. Despite the fact that she could drive pretty well, she specialized in bikes, not cars. Especially not cars with fucking grenade launchers, as ironic as that was. "Alright fine, bring it on cupcake," Jasmine said as she dropped the rifle and got behind the wheel and punched in a coin. Fuck, she had forgotten the controls entirely. This was gonna be pretty bad, wasn't it? Screw it, she'd learn on the fly. Nick Cross |
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Post by Nick Cross on Apr 21, 2018 12:44:03 GMT -4
Some of Nick’s confidence returned to him as he settled in his seat. He had a better record with racing games than light gun ones. The shame he felt over his loss turned into determination to set things right by beating her at this. Much of the crowd who had watched them play before followed them to the racing game, which helped his feelings.
This time, he really did prove that he was as skilled as he claimed himself to be, managing to manoeuvre his car around the wild course and dodge most of the hazards. His aim with his car’s weapons was on point. He laughed uproariously as he sailed into first place.
“I told you!” he cried gleefully, the anger on his face replaced by a grin.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 12:51:40 GMT -4
- Boom, headshot - " Sit the fuck down " Jasmine clicked her tongue, yet her grin was still on her face. It was clear that Nick wasn't speaking out his ass when he said he was good at the game, and it was even clearer that Jaz was utterly horrible at it. She trailed at third place, occasionally hitting the walls with the side of her kart or being blown to bits by NPCs. "God-fucking-damnit," she cursed under her breath, trying to blow the other characters to bits and not fall too far behind. She knew it was obvious she was going to lose, but there was no way in fucking hell she'd go down without a fight. And, honestly? She was having fun. It had been a while since she had a chance to let loose a little. Nick Cross |
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Post by Nick Cross on Apr 21, 2018 13:12:07 GMT -4
Nick was a bit disappointed to see she did not seem to mind her loss much. A person accepting loss was an alien concept to the young man. He decided she was simply very good at hiding most of her unhappiness at losing, because that was the only thing that made sense to him. His grin widened.
“Of course, games are one thing,” he said. “We’ll see who’s really the best back at Yuuei.”
Which was him. He could not allow it to be anyone else.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 13:21:02 GMT -4
- Boom, headshot - " Sit the fuck down " "Aw, that's unfortunate," Jaz said, a little annoyed she lost. Then again it was to be expected. She tried and had fun, though, so she couldn't say it was a waste. She was about to ask what's next when-
"Haaaa?" She breathed out, her eyes narrowing in clear annoyance, "The fuck you mean we'll settle this at Yuuei? Are you that much of a bitch to leave it at a draw?" Her words were laced with competitive venom as a grin formed on her face. "We still haven't played that," her finger pointed directly to the Tekken 3 machine. "So are you gonna man the fuck up or should I call Rin to bring you some tissues, Britania?" Nick Cross |
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Post by Nick Cross on Apr 21, 2018 13:33:05 GMT -4
Nick’s grin shrank and his eye twitched. Of course he did not intend to leave it at a draw; he was merely reminding her that Yuuei was where the real competition lay.
“Did I say that, slattern?” he shot back. “Oh, my apologies; I shouldn’t insult you with words that are too complex for your vocabulary!”
He looked to the game she indicated – ah. He chuckled. “I grew up playing that one on the PS2. If you want to get your arse kicked, so be it. Makes this easier for me!”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 13:38:53 GMT -4
- Boom, headshot - " Sit the fuck down " "Cute, but I shower, cupcake," she replied, glad he was up for the challenge. Standing up from that awful racing game, Jasmine paced towards the Tekken machine and quickly punched in two coins for the both of them. It had been way too long since she played one of her favorite games ever and she was rearing to kick this guy's ass. "Come on, I don't have all day, Britania," as soon as the game started up, Jasmine picked one of the most fun characters she remembered playing - Marshall Law, "Let's go, Imma karate chop you back into Tekken two, hoe." Nick Cross |
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