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 Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 8:16 pm
Theodora celebrated her victory with a good ole fashion booyah, and a small jig. Neither are which were really socially accurate for this day and age but neither mattered to Theodora because she was blissfully unaware. It was Gwen's calling her name that drew her attention away from the game to the other girl. She hated being called Dora so much that her hand immediately withdrew into a fist with just her single forefinger left out, using it to stick into her mouth and mimic gagging.
It had pretty much killed her mood for this game, her attention drawing away to look at the other games in the arcade. It was Dance Dance Revolution that caused her to stop, a grin on her face. Okay, so maybe she didn't like dancing as much as fighting but this was a lot more entertaining than simply punching some keys. They had to move, and Theodora was down with that.
"This." It wasn't a question.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 6:05 pm
Gwen, completely oblivious to her own actions and how deadly they could be, glanced at the Dance Dance Revolution booth that Theodora seemed demanding of, and she couldn't help but give a nervous laugh. While Gwen was always willing to try new and different things, dancing games had always found a way to best her, and she was never sure why. Not that she'd ever allow Theodora the pleasure of seeing her so hesitant, however, as she quickly wiped the nervous grin from her face and replaced it with a more fitting, confident grin. "So you enjoy the dancing machine? Alright then, if it would please you!" Once again, Gwen offered to pay for both of their slots and she took her place on the first player's pad, slamming down on the button when the console said 'Hit Me!' She was the one paying for this, therefor she figured she had every reason to take the first spot. "You want to chose the first song, then rotate on each one?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 6:40 pm
Gwen was like a glorious, token spitting servant so Theodora had no issue taking up her offer of letting her pay. She had no real interest in the songs anyways, or which player spot she had. She simply nodded her head without worry and took up the place beside her.
"O.K." She said with a nod, scrolling through all the songs looking at only one thing: The BPM. She did one look around, and then she picked the song with the most BPM and pressed OK before Gwen could object.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 4:26 pm
Gwen had to do a double take on the song that Theodora chose, and it took every bit of her considerable will power to not allow her jaw to drop to the floor. How many BPM was this song? Did she just make a huge mistake in allowing her the liberty of choosing the first song? Did... Theodora have no idea what she just did?! There was no time for Gwen to object or try to talk her out of it, as the song queued up and she was forced to jump into her station. 'Heh... maybe it won't be as bad as I'm thinking. I mean, I'm the god-damn Senshi of Tigers... surely I can tackle a little dancing game, right?'The moment the first line of arrows flew up the screen, Gwen had a feeling that she was going to be eating her words, with a side order of crippling shame with a sprinkle of inevitable leg cramp. Though, perhaps that could be substituted with tripping over one's own feet and faceplanting into the kiosk? Either way, Gwen immediately regretted putting her fate in the hands of a girl she just met, as she was struggling to keep up with the prompts and not daring to look at Theodora to see how she was fairing. Once the song was over, she'd look, but for now, the only thing she could think about was 'please don't let me fall and break something!'
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 10:09 pm
Gwen might have locked into a dancing frenzy but Theodora simply took a different approach at it. Call it the lazy approach. Why try and play a game that involved four arrows when you only had two feet? It seemed dumb, so she used her hands too. Four for four, that was much better odds. She wasn't going to put all the effort into bending over each time she needed to though so instead she kneeled down over the arrows with her feet and hands in appropriate places.
It was like playing the drums, or something.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 7:36 pm
Gwen's game was lost, but she didn't want to admit to it. And she didn't want to admit defeat to Theodora again, but that fear somewhat died when she finally looked at the girl and her grand strategy. That pretty much killed any and all hopes of walking away from this ordeal with any shred of dignity, and in her laughing fit, she slipped off of the pad and barely caught herself before she fell onto her a**. She was technically giving her game away to Theodora at this point, but Gwen was too humored by the situation to really even care. She was having fun, so much that she didn't notice the employee's shaking of the head, nor the people walking by outside, one of which dressed in a familiar garb that would have otherwise sent Gwen hightailing it out of there faster than cockroaches scurrying when the light was turned on. "You're too much fun!" Gwen managed to say between laughs, and she reached into her pockets to see if she had enough for another game since she was certain that they'd lose their chance to continue at this point. That was when she spotted the Sister, and the Sister spotted her. Or did she? She immediately ducked down and tried to hide behind the DDR kiosk, calling to her companion as she did so. "HEY! Nun, six o'clock!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 11:51 am
Theodora had a very simple train of thought when it came to winning and it fell along the lines of: Win at all costs. It didn't matter how, as long as she did. She could look as foolish as she wanted but in the end Gwen had given the game to her and that was all right too. Who gave up? Certainly not Theodora but the the laughter was contagious. She didn't expect anything more but at least Gwen had paid so it was pretty fun either way.
Of course their fun would be interrupted though, and soon balls of hair rolled to the side of the machine to hide. She immediately looked for an exit but there was only one exit and that option was currently not viable. The Sister was on the move though and with each step she took, so was Theodora. She crept behind the machines in an attempt to make it closer to the door until she was finally at an angle that she could make a break for it. She hoped the Nun wouldn't turn around and then she booked it. If Gwen was there or not was a second priority, or maybe third: Behind checking if there was arcade dirt in her hair.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 5:47 pm
Gwen was determined that she wouldn't abandon her friend, so she held back for a moment. Maybe the nun would simply walk by and not think to look in the arcade, and yet, no sooner did she try to sneak towards the back door did the nun turn and look her dead in the eye. Like a deer or antelope that was spotted by a lion on the Serengeti, Gwen felt her entire form freeze, and she pondered for a second if she should risk running when she made her way towards the entrance, shaking her head and a look of 'you're in BIG trouble young lady' written all over her wrinkly face. But part of her knew better than to run. Now that she was caught, running would only make matters worse for her. Though, still, going down without a fight wasn't really the way a tiger would have wanted to go down, but curse Gwen and her twisted sense of honor. "Well, gigs up. Might as well go back with some of our dignity intact, right, Theodora?" Gwen said, looking back at her friend and surprised to see neither hide or hair of her. She was left speechless; where the hell did she run off to so fast? How could she abandon her like this, after paying for all of her games? Just like that, all of her thoughts of accepting her fate with quiet dignity was gone, even when the nun grabbed her wrist and began to pull her out of the arcade. "Well, isn't THAT just a kick in the butt! I get spirited away by someone else, pay for their games, and they just up and leave me, high and dry, not even a thanks or nothing! That just sucks!" Screw her dignity! She felt used and betrayed! She'd go back to St. Mag's kicking and screaming! Make that nun WORK to get her back to that school! Never again would she allow herself to be whisked away like this again! From now on, this cat would go about her gallivanting on her own!
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