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 Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 11:06 pm
"Shooting..." Dixie pointed off at a game featuring a plastic rifle that was larger than Alek, "...or whacking?" The second part of the question was directed at a flat tray of smooth-headed bobbing moles.
Alek frowned as he looked at the pair of violent games. He wasn't a pacifist or anything, but he couldn't believe Dixie could be that stupid. Both of those games were just too big! Where was the fun in that? "Claw," he said, pointing and simultaneously squirming to be let down out of his mother's arms. He was old now, surely he could play his own claw game! He walked, very slowly so he wouldn't trip in the middle of the blacklit floor, but eventually he reached his goal. "I need money," he said matter-of-factly, holding a pudgy hand above his head.
Dixie dropped fifty cents in Alek's palm and moved his hand toward the coin slot. With a tinny plunk the quarters dropped into the machine and Alek's game began. The music was loud and the lights were frantic, but they wouldn't last long. Alek didn't know it yet, but he sucked at the claw game.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 9:13 am
One would think that the vicious angel would be the skilled twin when it came to violent games, but the truth was, it was Levis. Malum was far too concerned about the way he looked to get overly wrapped up in playing a game, and possibly making a fool of himself. Still, he was lucky in his own way, playing arcade games that required hardly any involvent. Like the claw.
The pretty boy had stood for several fast minutes behind his twin sister, painted nails brushing through short curls and he watched her grinningly destroy everything onscreen with a pair of toy pistols. He liked to observe her this way, with her hidden love of blood and violence showing. He was open about it, but his enjoyment was always rather cold, while she showed a surprisingly attractive passion for it.
His blue eyes narrowed with distaste when he glanced toward the claw machine and saw Alek. He was not a fan of those less well groomed. Smirking a bit, Mal touched his sister's elbow, and strolled toward the 'child-mother' pairing, chuckling in his angelic voice.
"You're not very good at that, hairball."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 2:10 pm
Alek stomped a bare foot on the smooth, plastic boosting stool he was standing on as the claw closed on air and cheerfully deposited nothing into the prize chute. The lights and noise stopped and Alek turned around to face Malum. At first, he thought the older boy was just next in line to play the game, but after Malum spoke, Alek's eyes narrowed a bit. "So?" he countered lamely. "Itsa dumb game." He didn't respond to the hairball dig, mostly because he always had been. Was it bad to be hairy?
"It's his first time playing," Dixie offered as explanation, trying to at least soothe Alek's ego, if not prevent some sort of kid-fight altogether.
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