-- arcade shenanigans ★ [o]

Posts : 319 Join date : 2013-03-10 Age : 31

Children, teenagers, and adults alike flooded the arcade of the packed super-mall. Buzzing video-game sounds echoed through the small space. However, during all this virtual merriment a rather large group hoovered around the lone pool-table off in the far end of the arcade.

"Eight ball. Corner pocket. Oh, and get my money ready, alright?"

A voice from within the group of people boasted; getting quite a few joyful reactions out of the spectators. The individual behind the deep, loud, booming voice gripped firmly to the cue stick, made sure the tip had a good amount of chalk upon it, and bent down to line up the rather difficult shot. The spectators went deathly silent as they all waited with overflowing anticipation. The player closed one eye and calculated the shot; the distance, power, and all the angles. With a confident smirk and clicking tongue, the player took the shot with amazing power behind the billiard. The eight ball bouncing off corners and other billiards until, ultimately it came to a slow roll directly into the corner pocket. The viewers watched in sheer amazement as such an wild and unorthodox shoot made it perfectly. The player bent upwards and looked at his opponent with famished eyes. "Better look next time, champ." He boasted; extended his muscular arm to collect the prize.

"Damn, Cole. I thought you were supposed to be some up and coming Boxer. Not some pool-shark!" The opponent said with a disappointed tone; placing a rather large sum of money within the massive palm of Cole. The brawler couldn't help but cackle at the words spoken, "Well, shit. Excuse me for having other hobbies outside of fighting." He placed the cue stick back within the black rack and sat on top of the pool-table as one of the other players prepared the next game. The defeated male merely glared at Cole and shook his head. "You know what I mean, dude. We go through this every week. We come play pool, you show up, and leave with all our money..." The ebony male cackled once again as he heard the words of the upset male. "The fuck. You act like it's my fault. I don't make you play me, shit. Remember that!" The male sighed, "True... But the odds you offer are just to good to pass up..." The Boxer placed his feet on the ground and got off the green table. "You ain't lyin. And you wonder why you leave with no money? It's your damn greed. You guys are hopin' you'll get lucky. But you don't realize who I am! I'm Cole Barbados!" He boasted, "I say: 'Fuck luck!'" The group laughed and shook there heads at Cole's vulgar ways.

He gripped the cue stick once again and tapped the butt upon the ground underneath him. "So who's playing again, huh?!" He asked; excited about taking more of these poor teenagers money. However; one by one, they all flipped there pants pocket inside out indicating they had not even a single cent left in there name. "Eh..." Cole frowned, "Forgot I was playing with a bunch of broke bitches." He shrugged his shoulders, "Ah well." He took out some money and handed it to the nearest person. "Do me a favor? Go buy these chumps some soda, yeah? They must be parched after losing so much moolah." The other players dropped there heads in shame while Cole snickered at there pain. "Iight, Iight. This'll be for funsies, cool?" The group agreed and commenced with the playing.

Posts : 62 Join date : 2013-04-14 Age : 33

Posts : 319 Join date : 2013-03-10 Age : 31

"Oi, where you going, Cole? Don't tell me you're already bored of us?!" One of the teenagers asked as he noticed the ebony boxer casually walking away from the billiard table. The ebony male turned towards the frantic teenager with a faint smirk engraved across the silky smooth skin of his. "Relax, dude. I'm just heading over to my favorite game. Get your big girl panties outta' a bunch, will ya'?" Cole tossed the billiard-stick to the male and strolled over to the Initial D racing-simulation game. The self-proclaimed Pugilist couldn't help but snarl at the person engaging themselves in such an old classical video-game. Cole liked to believe he owned the machine and anyone who wants to engage in its fast paced racing action must best him at it first. So, upon approaching the machine, Cole merely watched as the stranger playing raced. He stood awkwardly behind the player with glaring eyes...

Posts : 62 Join date : 2013-04-14 Age : 33

The game was going pretty well, blazing through the first few levels after my rush of nostalgia ran straight through my body. Dying only once, I was surprised with how well I was doing after the first stage. It was all so easy now it seemed. Approaching the final stage in a short amount of time, I swept through the majority of it, getting stuck on the final boss like I used to do. Dying, I used a continue I had laying in front of me to finish off the boss. It took me about 20 minutes or so for the last half of the game, the beginning half only taking about five or so. After that, I smiled as I went as far as I could on the second run until I died. Letting the timer go to zero, I got in line for Initial D, lining up behind an ebony colored man. He seemed familiar a little, but still just a faint glow. I didn't recognize who he was, but just the look of him. Thinking back, he might of been in that crowd of people around the billiard table. Either way, it was still just someone waiting for a turn. Fetching my card out of my wallet, I got it ready in hand for when I got up to play. Crossing my arms, I leaned on one leg to get a bit comfortable as I waited.

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