@kirschteen
The interior of Split Happens was enough to make Noi think that maybe this place wasn’t so bad after all. All of the neon lights, the shitty arcade games, the food and bar--she couldn’t believe it. It was just a big, glitzy den of entertainment that, strangely enough, reminded her of home. Maybe it had a devil’s touch.
Noi wasted no time ping-ponging throughout the place, eating and playing to her heart’s content. She was particularly fond of the physical games, where she could rack up reams of tickets by, say, launching a skee-ball at a dangerous velocity (and no employee was paid enough to try to tell a masked behemoth no).
Once she had draped herself in more tickets than the machine could spit out, Noi wandered over to the arcade cabinents. There was a kid there, furiously tapping away, and while she intended simply to pass by, the flashing screen caught her attention. Two little men were fighting--punch, punch, kick, jump--until one of them, presumably the one the kid controlled, flashed and put a fist through the other’s chest in what the game described as a ‘FATALITY.’
Noi laughed gleefully.
“Woah, I can do that!” She leaned forward to be more at eye-level with the screen and addressed the player. “Hey, what is this? It’s cool!!”