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fallingUPstairs__x x Crew
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 Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 11:40 pm
Lirona fed the token machine yet another five dollar bill, scooping up the twenty or so tokens that fell out and heading back to her own little corner of the arcade. Past the shooters and the racers, around the basketball shoot, and just behind the air hockey table lay the DDR machines, which had been populated solely by the young Lust spawn for the past two hours. Ever since she had gotten her check from Noah, she'd been down here, playing song after song with little to no break other than to resupply tokens. Even now, with a very visible film of sweat across her forehead, she quickly inserted two tokens and selected her song of choice, already knowing where it was and what difficulty she wanted.
This could seem like the dedication born of obsession, which it certainly looked like to the college kid behind the prize counter who'd been watching her, but it was simply exercise to Lir. After all, could you think of a more fun way to increase your endurance? And she was going to need that if she was going to take gymnastics. At the moment, she was all thin and no muscle, and she knew that she was going to have to change that if she wanted to take it. And she couldn't think of a better way than DDR.
After completing the song (with a AA score, for those who care about such things), Lirona leaned against the wall of the building and caught her breath, sipping from a water bottle as she watched the other arcade rats. Now that was a group she'd never seen herself classified in...
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 2:33 am
Litural had always had a affinity for video games, but with money running tight lately at home he'd had to cut back severely on the new input of material he had to play. Discouraged and disappointed by seeing his own name lighting up the "high score" boards on his DS, his guardian had suggested Lit try this local arcade in order to have a new gaming outlet.
Besides, it got him out of the house and forced him to work on his "people skills".
Lit enjoyed the experience, especially having the challenge of trying to keep his name at the top of the lists. At the moment he was coming from the opposite side of the arcade, back from the cafeteria with a soda in one had and the other fingering the tokens still left in his pocket. He figured if he kept himself alive, he had another hour's worth of play before he'd be out of his allowance and done for the day.
The FPS games were on the other side from where Lir was standing, and how the two spawns missed each other for so long, Lit would never understand.
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fallingUPstairs__x x Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 6:15 pm
Now, although it seemed like this great exercise hadn't affected Lirona in the slightest, that was very untrue. The poor transgirl simply didn't know her own limits, nor catch on to the fact that the energy she felt right now was quickly being depleted. So as she crossed the arcade, ironically right by Litural, to fetch a soda, it completely surprised her when her vision suddenly did a one-eighty. Losing her balance, she flailed, catching herself just barely on the arm of a certain red-skinned individual, causing him to splash the soda all over himself.
Blinking and shaking her head, she steadily stood up, one hand going to her head. As she hadn't seen who she had fallen upon yet, she was rather calm, if not properly embarrassed. "Wow... Oh my, I'm sorry! I don't know what happened, I j-... J... J..."
Poor Lirona trailed off in fear when she finally learned that Litural was standing there with soda all over him. And it was her fault. Stuttering and blushing madly, she held up her hands in surrender and backpedaled, heart beating loud in fear. She was certain she was going to be killed. Still, it never hurt to at least... try to apologize. "I- AH- Uh- Oh, h-h-hi... I... Umm, I-I'm s-s-SO sorry, Litural. Sir. T-T-Try not t-to be too angry...?" she ventured with a hopeful, pleading smile, only to have it slip off in fear. Oh, she was so dead.
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