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| A Hatted Man | Mar 17 2009, 01:24 PM Post #1 |
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The Fantasy Gaming Club. Try it today. These words were written on a sign made up of left over cardboard that was taped to the front of a classroom door. Despite the second hand materials used to make the sign it actually looked pretty bold and striking, drawing the attention of students as they walked past however not many actually stopped to ask what it was advertising and none went inside. Sitting next to the door on a fold up chair was Jarreth, wearing his ordinary school uniform, his hair blocking his eyes from view as usual. He sat motionless, just waiting for anyone to walk by and show an interest so that he could explain the meaning of the sign however he rarely got the chance to. From what Jarreth had seen of the school this place was filled with people who were fans of the massively online multiplayer genre of computer games. He had spent his own private time working on getting accustomed to the rules of a few of these games to try and use it to his advantage and meet new people, hopefully make friends in the process. Unfortunately however he had no reason to play these games with anyone online and searching through all the members to find each and every student from the school would certainly take far too much time and effort. The only alternative, take these people to him. Inside the room was a row of six tables set up in a long rectangle down the centre of the room, this was the platform in which several computers were set upon. The goal of this? The test to see if a new club was plausible, a new club in which students would gather together and play such games together and socialise. This however would not be achieved without people to play with Jarreth. So he simply sat patiently and waited until the time that someone showed significant interest. |
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| Nymph Mind 74 | Mar 18 2009, 01:53 AM Post #2 |
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((OOC: I got a little carried away. My posts will not be this long normally. pomise)) A trio of school girls rounded a distant corner of the hall on after another. Classic RPG style. The first one had chin length brownish-red hair with a pissed off expression and a deadly walk. Her fists were clenched, her black leather gloves were on, and her black boots were laced. It would seem as if Becki would yell at just about anything if it gave her a reason. However the large blue stain on the front of her white school skirt received quite a few looks given its location. While Beck's hazel death glare was lock into nothing but the other end of the hallway, Chrysanthemum was not. Falling in not three paces behind Beck was, the blond, ear length haired prankster had eyes on every vent possible. High ones, low ones, but also kept an eye out for any one she had not exploited. Her persian eyes left no ceiling, door, locker, trashcan, backpack, ottomon, weapon, head, or sign unobserved in her blank stare. Regardless of her head and/or eyes moving around constantly, Chrys' stride stay true to its determined nature. Her uniform today was without a blazer, but her trustee spandex shorts were in place. Unwillingly her sneakers were on, but the laces were fairly looses and she wore no socks. Last, and certainly looking a lot least, was Naku. Though the tallest of the three, she was not the boldest. For instance, she actually was almost frightened of getting in other students ways. She halted frequently, and collided with a lot more students than Beck or Chrys. An apologetic expression was always on her face if this happened, afraid of causing any displeasure or inconvenience to those around her. When she did catch up, with the other two, she was looking at the floor which her bangs occasionally got in the way of. Her long black hair plaited hair swishing as much as her longer skirt did. She wore black leggings with her outfit, and very nice dress shoes to boot. Her uniform was spotless. Practically perfect in every way. However, her demeanor was belittling to herself. And each passing apology was passing apology was making Becki's eyes more fatal than ever. The trouble started when Chrys' eyes got a little too active, and Beck for a brief second got less angry. The short girl bumped into Beck's back. "Hey-," Beck paused and looked back ready to scream at the one who did it. Except no one was there. Just Naku walking slowly with her head down. Beck's eyebrow twitched in aggravation, then looked forward. Confusion became the dominating feature on her face. "What the hell?" she questioned as she saw Chrys returning to her natural height from a three inch state. "Where did you--" A second crash occurred that made Beck take a step forward. "I'm really sorry Becki! I wasn't paying attention," Naku started before Becki could even deliver her 'WTF' look to the person. Then Beck realized it was Naku, and the look turned into a more sisterly type of anger. "I can't believe how clutzy I am today. First the glue, then your text book, then your lunch, then your ink..." "Wait, what?" That last one caught Beck off guard just as she was getting ready to filter Naku out. "The ink?" Becki nodded to Naku's question. Her dark blue eyes went to Becki's skirt for the briefest second. Then a second time in response to Becki's more confused look. Finally she looked down at her area. Her jaw dropped in horrified astonishment. Naku was quick to appease. "I thought you knew! I'm awfully sorr-" "You're Always Sorry! Stop Being Sorry Fro Cryin Out Loud!" Becki snapped back leaving Naku to stand in shock. After a look that gave the slightly taller girl many messages at once, Beck began to walk forward, until she Crashed into someone else. "ARGGH!!! STAY OUT OF MY BUBBLE!!" "Becki! That's no way to talk to Chrys!" Naku stated. Becki stopped mid hair-pull in astonishment at the seriousness in Naku's eyes. She took a moment to make sure her mouth was closed. The relocated her fisted hands to her hips, focusing her attention back on Naku, who almost immediately withered. "So you stand up for others, but not yourself?" As the two began going back and forth (well, Becki talking and Naku apologizing), Chrys was looking at the same thing that caught her attention in the first place. There was a sign on a door that read very clearly: The Fantasy Gaming Club. Try it today. She looked at it, turning it over in her mind with out moving her eyes. She gave no regard to her roommates beside her, nor to the teen sitting near the door. Her eyes were on this sign. In all the images in her mind she could not find a single picture that lead her to believe it was there before. There could only be one probable solution: It was hiding a vent. Her eyes went to view the teen sitting by it. They focused on no point in specifics, just him in general. He must be the Keeper of the Secret Sign. Her gaze returned to the sign. Once close enough, she pointed to it, then looked expectantly at the teen. To most, this would seem to be a mere inquiry of said sign. |
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| A Hatted Man | Mar 20 2009, 08:13 AM Post #3 |
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It seemed after so much time of waiting someone was finally starting to show an interest in the sign he’d made, and a girl no less, Jarreth had assumed this ploy would attract a mainly male audience however it seemed this was incorrect. Though for now she was only enquiring about the sign, more or less, once she knew what it was about she may actually walk away. Jarreth knew he had to explain the sign to her at this point so to try and quickly hold her attention however this was easier said than done, it seemed whenever a real social situation reared its head Jarreth was less formal than in his head. Instead of replying to her immediately he sat where he was, looking back up at the girl, wondering what he would say, trying to figure out the best way to talk to another person however the words never came to him. After a few seconds of silence he wondered if just saying nothing at all and giving up on the idea was the best plan at this time. No, she’d walk away and he‘d never get to meet anyone new, Jarreth knew he had to say something and quickly, anything! “It’s a sign.” Jarreth said abruptly as he stood bolt upright, that was good, it was definitely a sign, now to explain the sign’s meaning. It was strange, he knew what he wanted to say however something prevented him from saying it, was Jarreth feeling nervous? It had to be. However as unfortunate as it was Jarreth couldn’t understand this feeling, or how best to solve it. Whatever the case, even if it wasn’t a nice feeling, it was still something. “A lot of students in the school like massively online multiplayer games.” Jarreth went on to explain, his voice cold and lacking in emotion, “This is a trial of a new club set around students meeting up and playing these games together, for fun and socialisation through sharing a common interest.” No, that wasn’t enough, he had to sell the idea to this girl, he had to offer her something that she couldn’t say no to. Normally he’d sum up all the best possible outcomes in his mind and rank them in order of possible outcomes and percentage of success however under the circumstances he couldn’t think straight. Jarreth felt as if his stomach was turning around in his stomach, maybe he was feeling sick, perhaps this was a bad idea? But no, Jarreth had to say something else, anything, just talk! “There’s also a snack table inside...” He added anxiously. |
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| katzkat1083 | Mar 20 2009, 05:58 PM Post #4 |
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From the opposing end of the corridor the girl's had taken a turn in, with his hands in his pockets and walkig rather hunched, walked a young man staring at the ground in front of his every step. Strangely enough, the youth seemed very well aware of his surroundings. The hallway was ussually littered with people at these hours, yet he didn't even graze other student's arms. The cost of it was having to sway from one side of the hallway to the other, but he could manage it. That was the best thing of being smaller than most of this oversized hulks that called themselves high-schoolers. It was a rare occasion for Regi, as this short and foreign boy was named, to come out of the dorms. It was even harder to think he'd walk among so many people. But he had a reason for it, for today he had a mission. This mission had been self imposed and was based on a flickle rumor he had read while online... but nonetheless a mission after all. "Should be around here... Creo yo..." Like every gamer when heading into an unknown area, he had prepared himself by obtaining the blueprints of the school premises. Using his powers, the black haired youth had developed a simple yet easy to navigate mental map. And now he collected the fruits of his preparations. There was a sign on the wall, and if that sign was not wrongly placed, he had finally arrived to his destination. A guy, with a tone pretty much like that of NPCs at the entrance of towns, explained robotically the shortcommings of the reasons to play online to a rather spunky girl. Unaware of it, both olive orbs were already facing elsewhere to avert eye contact with the present girl. Seeing this, the imager couldn't help but feel if the guy was effectively that always needed NPC and that the real person behind this club would be inside the doors by his side. “There’s also a snack table inside...” That was quite unexpected, especially comming from a NPC. Maybe this guy here was the person he was looking for. Despite his growing interest in the conversation, for Regi surely wanted to point out a few more things about the online gaming experience, his mouth didn't move, not even a bit. He was sure the conversation hadn't finished and he sure knew as hell how annoying it was when someone interrupted you in the middle of the quest's explanationatory text. At any case, Reginaldo woud wait till the pair in front of him finished their convo before impromping on the mission that had brought him to this area. |
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| Nymph Mind 74 | Mar 21 2009, 10:47 AM Post #5 |
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“It’s a sign.” Chrys' finger never moved an inch. It still pointed to the sign, a look of expectation still on her face. She waited for more information. “A lot of students in the school like massively online..." As the teen went on, Chrys' mind didn't followed. The information was not what she wanted. She looked at the sign, and moved her finger so as to see under it. She couldn't see all of it, so she got on her tippy toes to try and get it off. Becki had ended her conversation with Naku by crossing her arms and turning her head away. Frustrated anger danced in her eyes due to the conversation. Now she looked across the hall to where Chrys and two other people were. The blond fae was pointing to a sign, the red head observed. Not that she cared right now. She was too upset for that. Naku was looking down, her checks reddened. Becki was right with a lot of things she said. She felt as if she let her friend down. She looked up to say something more to Beck, but saw she was looking at something. Peeking around her friend, Naku saw it was Chrys, along with two other people. She was trying to take a sign off? That wasn't good. Without hesitation, Naku made her way through the throng of people to the trio. Before Chrys could get the sign off, Naku calmly placed her hand on it. "No, no. That's not what we do," she said in a pleasant voice with a kind smile. Her own worries forgotten. Chrys looked at her, then the sign. Had their been a vent under it, there would be ridges where her hands were. She nodded in understanding. The vents must be on the other side! Without hesitation, Chrys walked into the gaming room. Becki had migrated closer to the others, arms still folded, a small scowl on her face out of concern and frustration for her friends. And at the sign. MMORPG type things? If her brother knew, he'd be there in a flash. Better than Anime at least. Inside the room she heard some sounds that didn't put her mind at peace. She didn't have to see Chrys moving objects out of the way, and violently trying to remove a vent cover to know this was not a good thing. After breathing out a short "Jesus," she went into the room too. This left Naku alone with the other two fellows. Her expression had switched over from worried (at the sounds) to one of reassurance (to the guys). "Don't worry, Becki has it under control." "Step Away From The Vent. No, Don't shrink that you little Ameba!" Naku's face froze at words coming from inside the room. "...or will, at least. Sorry about that. Chrys is getting used to things around here. My name is Naku by the way," she said with a small bow to the others. In the silence her eyes went to the sign again. "This club sounds interesting," she started before looking at the one seemed to be stationed at the door. "What types of online games are going to be played? Is there one in specific?" |
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| Lord Panic | Mar 23 2009, 10:28 AM Post #6 |
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Alex walked down the hallway, searching for the source of the rumor. Usually, Alex didn't believe rumors, but this one had been going around campus and he wanted to check it out. Eventually, He came to a room with a sign over the door. The Fantasy Gaming Club. Try it today. "This must be the place," he said as he walked up to the room. There were about five other kids around the door, talking to each other. One of them appeared to be obsessed with the sign above the door. He walked up to the boy that was sitting down next to the door. "Are you the one in charge of this club?" he asked as soon as he found an opening, "And what games are there to play?" |
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| FairlyFairyPrincess | Mar 24 2009, 04:26 AM Post #7 |
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Today was a good day, a strangely good day. With a wide smirk on his lips, the unknown tutor strolled in a relaxed manner to another classroom, for once. Everyday the tutor stayed in his heavily refurnished parlor of a classroom, just sitting there, waiting for any student to walk in and chill with him or ask for aid. Recently it's been getting more eventful, more pretty girls walking in and being swept away by his piano playing, but his days were still too dull until today. Finally, something he was familiar with aside from women. The Fantasy Gaming Club; Oh it was going to be like playing chess with Hitler, but better. The godly handsome tutor stood in front of the door by now, taking a deep breath as he as going to join the most exciting thing that doesn't include jailbait school girls. He opened the door and walked in smoothly, pulling a small light blue glowing orb from beneath his red jacket and holding it out like a miniature soccer ball. "So anybody up for a round of manacyst?" He probably had a few awkward looks, and judging from the way that none of them had little glowing orbs of their own, nor magical nets placed in the classroom, this probably wasn't what he expected. "What types of online games are going to be played? Is there one in specific?" "Shit." He thought to himself before speaking again. "Righhtt....like...FANTASY Gaming-like-Tolkien Elf Dwarf Fantasy not like...like..." he looked back at his glowing orb and slowly tucked it beneath his jacket disappointedly, "like manacyst..." Sen's eyes rested on Chrys's face for a moment before looking down at the floor. "Well damn. There goes my fun." |
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| A Hatted Man | Mar 24 2009, 08:39 PM Post #8 |
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((ooc: not going to lie, I am pretty drunk right now.)) So many questions, so much to think about, there wasn’t enough time for Jarreth to decide on what it was he wanted to say making things just a little bit too confusing for him. Normally he would consider every little action he made carefully however he was now placed in a situation where he had to come up with what he had to do much quicker than expected. This was good, in a real life situation nobody had the luxury of time under normal circumstances and it would give Jarreth some practice for future events, unfortunately however he knew he’d have to come up with some sort of answer for everyone quickly otherwise they’d loose their interest. Slowly Jarreth closed his eyes from behind the long black locks that fell down in front of his face, trying to concentrate through all the noise. The second someone asked him what games were going to play however he opened his mouth as if to begin talking, only for someone else to jump in with another question. Should he reply to the girl first before replying to the guy who had just walked up? Who was that guy standing in the corner watching everyone? Why was he now asking another question before hearing his answer for his prior question. As more and more went on around him Jarreth became more and more confused, social situations were his weakness and try as he might he couldn’t get around his inability to control them. If only there were a way to control every single person in this room all at the same time. Maybe he should make an announcement to grab everyone’s attention. All the while these thoughts raced through Jarreth’s mind he remained quiet, facing down at the floor beneath him and letting everyone talk around him. Even if they weren’t talking that much, it was too much for him. If only there was some sort of distraction to reset the situation so that Jarreth might take control once more. Luckily though, without warning, someone had walked up to the group, and said something even he had not expected. "Righhtt....like...FANTASY Gaming-like-Tolkien Elf Dwarf Fantasy not like...like... like manacyst…” Something was wrong and Jarreth knew it! The boy could feel a tightening sensation in the corner of his mouth as if the muscles of his lips were spontaneously pulling one side of themselves upwards. Was it a stroke? No it couldn’t be Jarreth knew he was far too young for that to happen. No! Something else! It couldn’t be! It was a smile. The man who had walked up expecting the sign to mean something else and embarrassing himself only to become disappointed at the lost prospect of fun had actually caused Jarreth to smile. It felt weird, Jarreth didn’t like it. It had faded quickly afterwards anyway so it didn’t really matter though. Now that he had distracted everyone enough it was Jarreth’s time to answer everyone’s questions. “This is the opening test to see if the Fantasy Gaming Club is a good idea for a future official school club. And I am the run running it.” Jarreth announced loudly enough for everyone in the area to hear, though his voice still didn’t retain any hint of emotion within his words, “The name Fantasy can mean a number of different things, from Medieval quests to adventures in Science Fiction, which is why it is the ideal name for this club. I have set up a number of computers to play a number of different massively multiplayer online games, not necessarily role-playing.” Without warning Jarreth reached swiftly into his school blazer and pulled out a number of CD cases which he held up in one hand, spread out like cards so that all could be seen. This action was a little overdramatic however it did the trick, though it did look as if he was displaying a fighting technique rather than a bunch of different games. “There are first person shooters, role-playing, dating simulations, action, adventure, strategy, amongst a wide range of others,” Jarreth announced although he was still hindered by his clear inability to sound as if he was interested in the very thing he was trying to promote, “We could take a vote on which one to play, however I would suggest..” Jarreth moved his fingers to move the games he was holding into one neat pile in one hand so that one game was on the front of the stack, this game had a picture of a gigantic Japanese styled mecha on the front firing wildly into the foreground. It was advertised as Mech Wars. “Mech Wars, set in the not too distant future where world war has left civilisation in run, mercenary pilots of Mechs are the only thing left to keep the peace between rival nations and terrorist groups.” Jarreth continued, he’d obviously rehearsed this, this wasn‘t how Jarreth normally spoke, was he just reading what was on the back of the box?, “It’s fast paced first person shooter action with a touch of role playing as you build your own unique Mech, fight against computer and human opponents alike and earn money through missions.” After saying this Jarreth turned his attention towards the one who had most recently joined them, the one who had made him smile. Without warning the boy disappeared only to reappear very shortly afterwards a few inches away from this man. “It’s also a clever way to get to know some pretty young girls.” He said in a hushed tone so that only he could hear, “I’ve tested the game before hand, girls not playing computer games is a stereotype.” Jarreth wasn’t an idiot, he knew what this man had actually thought this place was. And he hoped by playing to this man’s weakness he could almost bribe him into playing along with them. |
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| katzkat1083 | Mar 25 2009, 10:46 AM Post #9 |
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Just after him many more people had arrived at the rimored place. As a new face was added to the gang around the -now properly recognized as- Player Character in charge of this, so did Reginald take a step back away from him. The people around the boy was was quite a crowd, or at least seemed like one to someone as social inadequate as Regi. If he was correct, the boy in the middle of this mass of people would gladly be an NPC now. With the comes and goes of the people inquiring about the game, it wasn't long before something happened. It was AHS after all. Someone, apparently too old to be a stundent, rushed into the grouping and produced a glowing orb from his coat. It brought everyone's attention to him. Zambrano, for one, wasn't all that surprised. This was AHS after all. What surprised him was the speech that the boy in charge had suddenly began giving out. It was long, apparently prepared before hand and... to be honest, dull. Well, at least the imager got some of the information he was looking for. The boy had the Mech Wars game, that was all that counted. Little after the speech ended, the boy addressed the... teacher...? that had come to the gaming club. Reginaldo measured his steps with what seemed to be a secret conversation between the two. Just as Jarreth would step back from the teacher, he passed by his side. "Mech Wars, I'm in." That was all he said, in that low bored-like tone of his, before heading to the computer on the corner of the room. There he began fumbling with a small bag that had been almost unnoticiable until this exact second. What was it he had brought? |
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| FairlyFairyPrincess | Mar 30 2009, 06:28 AM Post #10 |
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Sen watched the overdramatic boy fold out his games like a deck of cards in his hands before placing them onto the table. The omniscient tutor has never felt so un-omniscient. This whole computer game franchise has never really attracted him, and as he walked up to the table to delicately go through each cd as if they were high-tech biochemical warheads, he began to wonder why these kids play these things. "Dating sim..." he said softly as he lifted one cd up by pinching it on the corner, looking at the back and the front. "Honestly if you wanted to meet girls like these on the cover just go to a bar or a highschool, no need to play this." He placed it back down, "Redundant." Sen lifted another cd up delicately by its corner, flipping it back to back to read the contents of this game. "Well this surely sounds retarded, why would I want to play a game about shooting terrorists as counter terrorists, or vice-versa. Don't we have shooting ranges for this sort of fun? I mean paint balling must be 20 times more intense than this." Another CD placed down with disappointment, "Retarded." Game after game was told off like a deck of ugly photos of people trying to audition as a model. His hands finally rested on a big box with a green orc in the middle of the brown design. "World...of Warcraft..." As he read the back of the box, he listened to the boy describe what Mechwars was to him, and how it was a great way to meet young girls. "Well...firstly, the idea of gigantic robots fighting in the future seems kind of redundant don't you think? I mean, we have tanks and jet planes these days, the amount of resources required to make one unit of these walking robots would amount to a few different other war machines that could be far more effective in warfare, so it seems more of a downgrade than an upgrade for futuristic warfare. Secondly, any young pretty girls that play these games probably are not girls at all. There are a few exceptions though, and I'm not really bothered to find these few." While he spoke, his eyes never left the box, reading about how he was going to have an epic quest in Azeroth. |
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| FairlyFairyPrincess | Mar 30 2009, 06:48 AM Post #11 |
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Sen watched the overdramatic boy fold out his games like a deck of cards in his hands before placing them onto the table. The omniscient tutor has never felt so un-omniscient. This whole computer game franchise has never really attracted him, and as he walked up to the table to delicately go through each cd as if they were high-tech biochemical warheads, he began to wonder why these kids play these things. "Dating sim..." he said softly as he lifted one cd up by pinching it on the corner, looking at the back and the front. "Honestly if you wanted to meet girls like these on the cover just go to a bar or a highschool, no need to play this." He placed it back down, "Redundant." Sen lifted another cd up delicately by its corner, flipping it back to back to read the contents of this game. "Well this surely sounds retarded, why would I want to play a game about shooting terrorists as counter terrorists, or vice-versa. Don't we have shooting ranges for this sort of fun? I mean paint balling must be 20 times more intense than this." Another CD placed down with disappointment, "Retarded." Game after game was told off like a deck of ugly photos of people trying to audition as a model. His hands finally rested on a big box with a green orc in the middle of the brown design. "World...of Warcraft..." As he read the back of the box, he listened to the boy describe what Mechwars was to him, and how it was a great way to meet young girls. "Well...firstly, the idea of gigantic robots fighting in the future seems kind of redundant don't you think? I mean, we have tanks and jet planes these days, the amount of resources required to make one unit of these walking robots would amount to a few different other war machines that could be far more effective in warfare, so it seems more of a downgrade than an upgrade for futuristic warfare. Secondly, any young pretty girls that play these games probably are not girls at all. There are a few exceptions though, and I'm not really bothered to find these few." While he spoke, his eyes never left the box, reading about how he was going to have an epic quest in Azeroth. |
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| Nymph Mind 74 | Apr 1 2009, 12:48 AM Post #12 |
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The dramatic game reveal had successfully captured Chrys' attention. She was in the middle of shrinking her second computer screen and keeping Becki at bay with a now bare foot. At seeing the games, her curiosity peaked, allowing Becki ample time to duck-tape the girl captive. Not that It would do much to deter Chrys' actions, it would at least let Becki have a good chance at keeping her in sight. Oblivious to all others, the blond moved closer so she could see the games. She ended up standing by Naku who had a gentle blush from embarrassment on her face. That was a result from what Sen said. “There are first person shooters, role-playing, dating simulations, action, adventure, strategy, amongst a wide range of others. We could take a vote on which one to play, however I would suggest... Mech Wars, set in the not too distant future where world war has left civilization in run, mercenary pilots of Mechs are the only thing left to keep the peace between rival nations and terrorist groups.” "Sounds Interesting," Naku said with genuine interest, he checks returning to their usual color. "Sounds boring," Becki said. She gave Naku a sideways glance to see if the dark haired girl would interject. She did not. Becki crossed her arms. Getting someone to stand up for themselves was tough work. Her arms jerked as the duct tape she was holding moved suddenly. Chrys was trying to move closer to see the box better, her arms duct taped to her sides and ending with Becki's hand. Chrys settled for standing on her tiptoes, one uncomfortable shoe on, one off. Becki also focused on the box. It did look interesting. Of all the animes that her brother watched, it was the ones with big giant robots that grated her nerves and intrigued her the most. "Ok, I lied." She admitted in a low voice. Lying wasn't something she was comfortable with even if it was to teach one a lesson. "Mech Wars, I'm in." Naku glanced at the young man who had said this. It was the first and only thing he said. Chrys didn't take her eyes away from the box. She gave a couple nodds of agreement, her blank stare still in place. Naku looked to her friend and also gave a nod, "Yes, this is something I'd like to try." She looked expectantly at Becki who refused to meet her gaze. "It would be really nice to be in a club together, wouldn't you say? Maybe I could learn to be more assertive and action oriented and pimpin'." Becki's eyebrow arched up. She looked at Naku who had obviously said that last part just to get a response. "...Baka yo," the red head said. "I'll try it, but if I see my brother I'm out of there." It was here that she chimed in on what Sen was saying. "...Secondly, any young pretty girls that play these games probably are not girls at all..." "Excuse you? What's that supposed to mean?" Becki asked, eyes glaring at the tall tutor. |
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| FairlyFairyPrincess | Apr 1 2009, 01:29 AM Post #13 |
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He couldn't let go of the enchanted game box, as if the box itself has enchanted him with a spell that he couldn't break free from. Sen seemed to be already hooked in the World of Warcraft, and he hasn't even started the game! The beautiful tutor took a few steps away from the table with the games, allowing others to walk by and choose something from the selection themselves. Sen heard Becki's displeased reply to his comment, liberating him from the en-captivating box. "What I mean is, people who claim they're beautiful young girls online are mostly males that are either gender confused, bi-curious, or old men trying to find young supple boys. Not really my cup of tea when I'm sober." He gave her a wink with an arrogant smirk that usually sent shivers down the lady's spines. "I apologize that I did not articulate myself clearly enough. I definitely was not insulting your sexuality by any means, it's quite obvious that you're a young girl. I mean, I don't need to search you first hand to see right?" Another enchanting smirk rose from his lips as heard the calling of Azeroth and looked back down at the box's back. |
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| Azrael the Deathcharmer | Apr 5 2009, 02:28 PM Post #14 |
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God of Goodly Trolls and Conquering Fear
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The beasts came. Thump-Thump-Thump-Thump The beast stopped. Thump You propably know the drill by now. Nearly eight feet tall, one side of his face was demonic with a permanent snarl, three eyes, cat eye, human eye and demon eye all topped with purple hair. Chest covered in the feather of a thousand different species, right arm long and gorrilla like and covered in slimy blue skin and the other a mix of orangutan, porcupine and crocodile. One raptor leg and one were wolf leg to balance all this out. The only thing new was the fact that what looked like a yellow eyed black haired elf was riding piggy back on his shoulders. "Fantasy Gaming Club," Mohan 'Mongrel' McKenzie read, "Like Dungeons and Dragons?" "Hey, yeah!" Said Anthony 'Andy' Green, "I could be Dungeon Master!" Mohan grabbed Andy and threw him off his shoulder and down the hall where they came from. "AAAAIIIYAAAA-" CRASH! "I could be Dungeon Master," Mongrel volunteered. |
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