Post by dragonz7 on Aug 27, 2009 19:06:24 GMT -5
Mashiro watched as the girl scrolled down the menu for her. Mashiro giggled and then pressed the button. Beginner. It was her first time, so there was no expectancy to be good at it. She had only watched people play after all. She looked to her left.
"I hope you guys are ready for this!", she squealed with excitement. Mashiro made fishy lips and looked at the girl curiously. She was getting as riled up as Mashiro herself.
"I hope you guys are ready for this," The boy to her left was now talking. His tone of voice had a slight hint of boredom. Mashiro looked at her screen. Menus flashing one after another. She leaned back on the bar behind her. She stared into space for a second. She was no where. Not in this world, not in any fantasy world. Her mind was blank. Which was somewhat unusual.
"Mortaaaaal Kombaaaat," A voice woke her up. It was the machine. She turned to the boy who seemed to know what was going on. He flashed a smile that was somewhat re-ensuring in a way.
"If we all agree on this song then you may proceed with hitting the start button."Once starting, prepare yourself and relax. This is a game that cannot be won with tense emotions and hasty maneuvers. Take time to get a feel as the beat serenades your body and let the music, not the mind, guide you." The man blabbed on. Mashiro didn't mind how he talked. She was not one to judge and she was considered wierd in people's views as well. But hey, what did they know about being wierd. Mashiro was Mashiro. She wasn't about to change for a bunch of strangers on the streets. Mashiro pressed the button. At least that much she caught. The music started. It almost startled her, with it being so sudden. She pushed off the bar. Her legs relaxed and ready to dance. Mashiro loved to dance. It was free, crazy, and unique to every person. Her eyes glued to the screen, to the point it seemed as if they really were. Her eyes curious to see which arrows appear first. The speed was slower than the previous group. The music was upbeat.
The first arrow was a right step. Mashiro stepped on the corresponding pad on her board. She hit it and looked at the screen. She had seen perfection, good, and great before. In bold red letters was Miss. Mashiro sighed. Maybe next step. What had she done wrong anyways. She hit the pad. Her timing must have been off. She'd get the enxt one for sure, Miss.
"I hope you guys are ready for this!", she squealed with excitement. Mashiro made fishy lips and looked at the girl curiously. She was getting as riled up as Mashiro herself.
"I hope you guys are ready for this," The boy to her left was now talking. His tone of voice had a slight hint of boredom. Mashiro looked at her screen. Menus flashing one after another. She leaned back on the bar behind her. She stared into space for a second. She was no where. Not in this world, not in any fantasy world. Her mind was blank. Which was somewhat unusual.
"Mortaaaaal Kombaaaat," A voice woke her up. It was the machine. She turned to the boy who seemed to know what was going on. He flashed a smile that was somewhat re-ensuring in a way.
"If we all agree on this song then you may proceed with hitting the start button."Once starting, prepare yourself and relax. This is a game that cannot be won with tense emotions and hasty maneuvers. Take time to get a feel as the beat serenades your body and let the music, not the mind, guide you." The man blabbed on. Mashiro didn't mind how he talked. She was not one to judge and she was considered wierd in people's views as well. But hey, what did they know about being wierd. Mashiro was Mashiro. She wasn't about to change for a bunch of strangers on the streets. Mashiro pressed the button. At least that much she caught. The music started. It almost startled her, with it being so sudden. She pushed off the bar. Her legs relaxed and ready to dance. Mashiro loved to dance. It was free, crazy, and unique to every person. Her eyes glued to the screen, to the point it seemed as if they really were. Her eyes curious to see which arrows appear first. The speed was slower than the previous group. The music was upbeat.
The first arrow was a right step. Mashiro stepped on the corresponding pad on her board. She hit it and looked at the screen. She had seen perfection, good, and great before. In bold red letters was Miss. Mashiro sighed. Maybe next step. What had she done wrong anyways. She hit the pad. Her timing must have been off. She'd get the enxt one for sure, Miss.