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"They’re just lucky she took them out before I got my angry face going” (x)(x)
Um… awkward… I’m totally sure I called shot gun, why are you shoving me in the back? Yeah I realize I’m being arrested but the rules of shotgun are pretty clear man
She was never sure in fact when she approached people this randomly seemingly at ease with being able to start up any conversations with a stranger. But she was indeed never sure if they would answer her, or deem it a ridiculous thing her to do and then proceed on ignoring her. She knew that happened a lot, mostly because she did that at times.
Depending on what the topic was of course and if it wasn’t an insulting topic, insulting towards her. But once he started to answer her, her face lit up with the brightest of beam as she quickly took out a pen and started noting down the names that he was saying—truthfully she’d never heard of any of them. Thankful for her memory that worked rather selectiely, which coube bad at times. But great when she was interested.
But then he returned the question and Hyeri stared up at him al ittle blank on what to answer. Because she’d asked because she hadn’t had that many experiences as a kid, she’d only been in it during her time away in the Asylum since it was the only thing she was allowed to do during her free time when she wasn’t locked.
"I—hm, actually Crash Bandicot was one of the few ones I played, also Mario, was that a big thing too here back then? I used to play it a lot, Mario and Tekken and also Street fighter." She started naming them and he more she did, the wider her smile grew, memories taking her back to the few enjoyable times she’d had while she was away. "Mortal Kombat!"
Names came to her and when they wouldn’t, she’d just frown in concentration trying to find some new ones. Although at the moment, the rest of it were just images, some of them quite boring games that most likely didn’t make it through her selective memory. Or some of them she just hadn’t played them enough for them to stick in.
But now that he’d made her list them out she realised that she might have had a few bright childhood memories, even if—she just couldn’t associate the series of colour her tutor wanted her to use with that place. It just didn’t fit when she tried to paint it with her memories from there even the brightest ones. Stealing someone else’s seemed like the easiest thing to do.
"But I need someone else’s actually, isn’t it just better to see what others liked and work on that? At least that’s what I was thinking, It’s for a project." She found herself confessing to a stranger nonetheless, a small smile that showed none of her row of teeth curving her mouth.
There is never not a time where he won't hold a conversation with someone about video games, comic books, and movies. He can even be coerced to talk about cartoons if it's something he watches in his spare time but cartoons even with bright colors and fun songs, and dumb jokes didn't hold his attention like they used to. Unless affiliated with whatever fandom flavor of the month he'd taken a liking to. He switched on and off based on his mood. One minute no one could shut him up about Batman and as it goes this month the thing was Lord of the Rings. God he was a loser. He hated being self aware of the fact.
But he comes down out of his head when the slight movement of her writing his suggestions down happens. He moves in a little closer, pushing himself up just a bit with neck craning to make sure she's spelling everything right. He'd answered the question honestly not once under the assumption that the games could be for anyone but her but it occurs to him that she wasn't making polite conversation as he'd been led to believe. She was looking for advice. He isn't sure if he should feel slighted or flattered at this point.
"Yeah Crash was good too. I play it when I'm bored sometimes but it couldn't touch Ocarina or Starfox for me. Classics are the way to go. Mario is always a good way to go. Tekken and Street Fighter are right up there with MK but I get bored with fighting games easily. The AI's weren't a challenge and neither was anyone else I spent time around." He's not bragging or anything, well maybe a little. But if he really wanted to impress her he'd go about it in a better way.
"A project?" He raises an eyebrow because she's got his attention now for a different reason. "Wait you a designer or something? Working on a game? Looking for inspiration?" There are a ton of games that are well made out there that he hadn't named but the game play leaves something to be desired. Final Fantasy is the first franchise that comes to mind. They had a few decent games in the mix and a few not so decent ones ( he was never going to be a fan of seven, fuck the hype ) but they were pretty and all that which made up for nothing in his book. But as an artist himself he could see the appeal.
"Or is it something else?" Whatever he was looking for is lost in the back of his mind. He hadn't even gotten anything off the shelf distracted by the question and now intrigued with questions of his own. Whatever he came into the place to grab would come back to him in the middle of the night or some other inconvenient time when it didn't matter.
5 roleplayer you admire!
[ I admire anyone willing to put their writing out on a public forum, but I sense you’re looking for people to follow, so I’ll list some. And this does not in any way even begin to say how many people I actually admire, or that I admire one over the other, but it’s definitely more than five. There’s also a blog roll below the cut. This is long, but I’m going to use it as a reference if I’m asked again. Sorry mobile. ]
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I'm not getting anywhere near your jacksy. You can probe me other places later, though. (-- attempts a 'seductive temptress'pose' in her Spyro onesie )
Yeah —— you should probably stop that.
You can't have my Star Trek stuff. I'm keeping it.
Yeah okay -- can we talk about the probing because I suddenly feel nauseous. I don't like things up my jacksy.
》 ”I—-.” She pause, then her lips form into a small pout. How can she figure out this guy isn’t an amateur if he just walks right into the elevator a few minutes ago. Crossing her arms, she shakes her head. “How am I supposed to know that you aren’t an amateur?” She exclaims, stopping her foot. “I— yeah, I’ll be sure of that.” She stares at the elevator door, waiting for it to open. Of course, she’ll walk right out. There is no way she’s going to get in trouble for just standing there.
He's hardly paying attention at this point he's made his way on top of the elevator and he drops what he doesn't need back down beside her. "I'd like to think my awesome skills speak for my status if anything." He calls back down to her not wanting to leave the question unanswered. He waits a moment until he has everything fully prepared and then his head reappears to her with a grin. He practiced doing this part by himself, getting from the elevator back up there in time to catch the floor he needed but he hadn't really accounted for someone being there. He figures it's good to take advantage of it.
"Press floor eleven."
PS. Throwing Soojung a party at my place. It's onesie themed. Wear one. I'll make vegan stuff for you. You like that stuff right?
Look, I want to come I really do. But a onsie? I have to get out of that somehow. They don’t look good on me.
I love you, Andy.
And I you my Queen of the Woodland realm.
taipei glows under a blanket of fog in these photos by wang wei zheng. (see also: dubai)
It’d become all too clear that this guy was too annoying to be the person SCU was looking for. If anything, he’d be the person to get a shoe thrown at him by the Chief. Putting aside suspicion for the time being, her tensed shoulders loosening up a bit as she continued to stand by him. “My turn— more like game over. I never agreed to carry it out. How did you even find this place? I could’ve sworn I was the only one who knew about it..”
There it was, the slight crack in her resolve. He'd gotten under her skin just a bit. If even only for a second which was more than enough for him. Someone who enjoyed annoying people to the extent that he did. The switch in subject offers up a chance to only amplify his difficulty but he thinks it's better to throw her a bone. "Anyone ever tell you that you ask too many questions? Because you do." He slouches in his chair a bit, and kicks the one opposite from him out and right into her legs. It's an accident. He's trying to be cordial here. "You can sit down. And thinking that you're the only one who knows anything is naive."
[ ◕ — Listening to the explanation of the so-called career the other had, Spike still pondered on a solution to the problem. It seemed like it’d be easy but he had been distracted all day which only added to his current clueless state. When he hears the joke made by the male lowered by the lock, he stares with dead eyes. Blink. “‘Seems like a waste of a perfectly good wish of powers, if you ask me.” Knees begin to bend as he lowers beside him. His hands reach out and grip onto the thick fabric that held everything together. Sure, he may not be able to pull apart a metal lock but who was to say he could rip the plastic material that held the entire thing together? He gave it a few pulls, testing to see what the elasticity was. “Try not to lose your key again.” He spoke only before the muscles in covered arms began to flex, pull on the wire and the lock with the best of his strength. He sounded out a gentle grunt when the bike lock was finally broken. He could feel heat lining his palms as he let go. Spike stood to his feet once more and continued to stare down at the bike.
He really had to work on his persuasion tactics. There was an obvious air of uncertainty between them not that Kikwang could blame him. He looked suspicious and he wanted to say it was unwarranted judgement but that wasn't true in the slightest. "You think so? I hear you can do wonders with the power of electricity. Or maybe I'm just biased because it's a video game." His voice is a little tighter, like he might be offended at what he perceives to be a jab. Kikwang watches as he's joined in his crouched position. He scuttles back a little as the bike lock is taken into the hands of the others and offers up a sheepish grin. "Yeah alright fair enough. Though they are tiny. Hard to keep around y'know?" And then just like that the bike lock is pulled apart. He thought the guy was going to pick it or something but this--well, Kikwang doesn't quite know what to say.
"Are you The Hulk?"