Metropolitanism
Sept 25, 2015 10:15:09 GMT -8
Post by chikyuou on Sept 25, 2015 10:15:09 GMT -8
"Sugoi-ne!" the young boy shouted aloud as his body spun, laughing and sashaying to the right. Here he was, in one of Konohagakure's only video game arcades, and he truly was taking in the sights. The room, slightly darkened, had a pulsing, multi-colored disco ball which cascaded a rainbow of lights against the walls to the sounds of gently pulsating music. All around him, boys and girls of every age were crowded amongst machines, putting in tiny bits of Ryo to earn their next chance at the high score. The sounds of cheering coupled with the rift rift rift of prize tickets printing was electrifying to the kid.
Dazzled and almost dizzy with excitement, the boy glanced towards the prize wall, where hundreds of neat gadgets and gizmos hung on display with a price number of tickets underneath them. It was there that the boy knew what he wanted to win. For the small cost of 320,000 tickets, he could win a trip for two to the local ice cream shoppe, complete with a complementary cone or sundae of his choice! His mouth began to water, and before he could help it, Chi found himself with a pink coloured strawberry lollipop firmly between the teeth and cheek of the right side of his face.
His eyes danced about, finding what he hoped would be the winning game, and located his prey. A smile spread across his face and he moved, though skipped would be a better word, towards the location of the machine and inserted a small ryo denomination. The machine began to hum with activity, and then suddenly a red light appeared and disappeared. With a quick motion of his arm, Chi slammed his palm onto the same red light and heard the satisfactory noise of success. His eyes widened and he resisted the urge to giggle while the machine began round two of the conquest. Chi waited with baited breath until the next series released. Red Blue. The boy repeated them, and was once more rewarded with a small chime of victory.
From there, it became a flurry of motion, the boy's right hand moving quickly and precisely to the correct colorizations. He became a frenzy of success, completely lost in his own world of color and sounds.