8/Hipsters in Arcades
From MahouMUSH
| Hipsters in Arcades | |
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| Date of Scene: | 22 May 2015 |
| Location: | Uminari City - Game Center Crown |
| Synopsis: | Some hipsters can talk the talk. Some hipsters really... can't. |
| Cast of Characters: | Kimi Takeda, Mamoru Chiba |
- Kimi Takeda has posed:
"Man. She's been on that machine for like... three hours."
A common complaint at the Game Center Crown that happens between the hours of 3 PM and 6 PM after classes get out. The game in specific may vary, but it's always a fighting game somewhere in the Crown. Today it happens to be a cabinet that proudly plays Melty Blood Actress Again.
With a soda resting on a machine next to her, a blonde girl in a Seishou Middle-School Uniform and a leather jacket is currently dominating any challenger that dares try to dethrone her from her coveted fighting game. She's not at all modest about it either, as one highschooler sulk-stomps away and she teases him.
"Awwww, yiss. So many delicious flavors you could have chosen and you just had to settle on Salt."
- Mamoru Chiba has posed:
There's another high schooler in here-- there are a few, though they tend to have less time in their days, more work, higher expectations. This one's probably the oldest one present, and he's not in uniform anymore. A Poe raven Threadless t-shirt, skinny jeans, super-expensive shoes, and a pale green cardigan, unbuttoned. His wire-frame glasses are pushed up, and he's folded in a chair at the counter with a black coffee and a book.
For the most part, he's been silent, only conversing with the friendly blond guy behind the counter, ignoring everyone else-- but the comment from the girl at the arcade game almost makes him spittake. It's a close thing.
"Motoki-kun-- no, nevermind," the high-schooler says, unfolding from his chair and sticks his book in his back pocket. He picks up his coffee and meanders over to watch the gameplay. And after a moment, critique. "You're hitting too soon. Every other time."
- Kimi Takeda has posed:
Kimi Takeda has never met Mamoru. The Ace of Hearts, however, has met Tuxedo Kamen. These two facts are utterly unrelated because there's no way the slightly cocky and delinquent girl currently owning a Melty Blood machine could be a defender of justice, animals, and magical powers.
Still, when someone starts giving out advice, she leans back off the machine between plays and scowls, burying her hands into the deep pockets of that jacket that looks like it came straight out of the 80's, and if one could get a view of the label probably DID, "Aw come on. If you give them tips, I might actually have to spend more than five hundred yen a day," She grouses, but it's a good-humored sort of complaining.
She looks over at the other high school student.
- Mamoru Chiba has posed:
And there's likewise no way this smirking high schooler with black coffee and a raven made out of The Raven could possibly be the dashing rescue prince with an imperfect score at suave.
He arches one eyebrow. "You don't think you could win even if I partially ameliorate his handicap? Tch. Where's the spicy sauce to counteract the salt now?" Mamoru leans toward Kimi's station and says with the arrogance of the truly rich -- someone whose allowance could proobably pay for games, gasoline, movies, AND milkshakes, EVERY week -- "If you lose with me helping him, I'll pay for your game." He sips his coffee as an afterthought, amused and lofty.
- Kimi Takeda has posed:
She won't be taken in by your boy-ish hipster charms, young man. Kimi raises a brow incredulously at Mamoru and says, "Naw, I could probably still whomp on him. I am the Bi-Yearly Local Prefecture Semi-Regional Placement Qualifiers Champion." She notes, citing a relatively small-term tournament that just means she'll get to play at a bigger tournament later and not much else.
She then holds up a finger, which is wagged at him for a few moment, "Don't need spicy sauce. I'm mixing salty and sweet, as in 'I'm SWEET at this game and leave people salty'." She rolls her shoulders a bit and then thrusts one hand into her pocket while the other picks up a soda and sips at it.
And then she passive-aggressively evades the challenge, "Eeeeeeeehn. I'm bored of the game. I can only play for so long, you know~?" Her hands come out of her pocket and she does an over-blown stretch of boredom before shrugging, "Maybe next time I'm in here. We'll see."
That's the smooth dodge.
- Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"I see," is all Mamoru says, even more archly. She sips her soda, he sips his coffee. He's silent for a long moment, studying her. This is the part where he should say something charming or dismissive or-- well-- anything? He should say something. But he's not. He's gazing at the younger teenager almost analytically, as if judging her, taking her measure.
He can't read her.
The silence is almost too long to be comfortable. "I suppose we will. Congratulations on your championship," he finally says smoothly, then reaches in his pocket and pulls out an antique watch on a chain, altogether too dear and pretty: maybe it's an heirloom. But he checks its face and downs his coffee before pocketing it again.
Without even saying anything else, introducing himself or anything, he turns away and heads back to the counter to deposit his coffee cup, taking the book out of his back pocket.
He seriously just walked away from Kimi.
- Kimi Takeda has posed:
Yep. Kimi pretty much just stands there with her too-big leather jacket and stares at Mamoru as he tries to get a read on her. She stares at him with a half-lidded gaze and calmly drinks her drink.
"Thanks," She eventually responds when he does, congratulating her. When the watch comes out, she quirks an eyebrow curiously. She can appreciate a family heirloom. After all, her jacket is just such a thing. She adds a moment later, "Nice watch," As he turns to leave.
Internally, Kimi is unsure how to react to just being walked away from after just being walked up to. She takes a couple moments to think and then says, "Alright, later," When he walks away. She's not the type to follow after someone.
She is, however, the type of person to immediately have an unhealthy dinner. Owing to this, she's heading over to the snack counter and ordering herself four corn dogs and a small fry.
