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Post by skull0 on Mar 5, 2013 20:21:45 GMT -5
It seemed almost everyday this kid would come to the arcade. Never with any friends, never waiting for any friends. He'd come in and just stand there. Bailey wasn't sure if this little baby knew that the shadows weren't so dark that they hid him from sight, because the manager was getting a few complaints from concerned teenagers that the guy was a sorta creepy. To which Bailey really didn't know what to say. It was like one day he was just there and never left since.
It was weird.
In hopes the kid wasn't plotting to shoot up the place, Bailey decided he may as well go over and be a friend to him. If anything, he could be the friend he needed--even though the bluenette just wanted to get him out of here so he'd stop driving off the patrons. Ok. Bailey sauntered over, the quarters in his pockets jiggling until he stopped beside the runt. "Hey, come over here. You like Burgertime?" He waved the kid down, bringing him over to an empty cabinet--the game somewhat ridiculous no one ever really played it.
Even Bailey didn't care for this game too much, but it was the closest available machine. "Come on, kid. What's your name?"
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Post by boon on Mar 9, 2013 12:31:06 GMT -5
 There was something kind of... Cool. About the arcade. The blinking lights and screens, smashing away at their buttons or systematically working their way through levels. Sometimes with a group of friends crowded around the machine to watch. He didn't have to play them himself, though it was just as well since he didn't have any money. But he was content with just watching others play to their hearts content. He didn't do it to be obnoxious or creepy-- he just didn't have anything better to do, and it interested him. He'd learned quite a bit about some of the games and methods of winning or losing, good or poor sportsmanship, etcetera, though some were less often played.
He was a little surprised to be approached, though his expression wouldn't reflect it. Suspicion at most, as he gave the guy an incredulous look. He was half expecting to be shooed away, but was caught off guard by the familiar tone and invitation. "Uh-- sure?" Marcus followed him over to the cabinet, giving the up-down and lookaround from where he stood to the game. He hadn't seen too many people come over to play this one, so he only really had to go by what would be displayed on the screen. He'd sour a bit internally at being called 'kid'.
"... I'm Marcus. N' you're Bailey." He affirmed. Anyone who would have lurked as much as he has would know that by now-- at least if they were lurking to observe. Like he had. Which totally wasn't weird, okay?
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Post by skull0 on Mar 9, 2013 18:56:28 GMT -5
Marcus. Bailey's challenging smile shifted to the boy as he leaned into the machine, honestly not meaning anything by the commonly suggestive movement. He played these games so often, having his junk pressed against them like this was a common stance he took, because as far as the bluenette was concerned he was alpha here while Mickey was away. That the kid also knew his name didn't surprise him, since it was on his nametag after all--he just thought perhaps the little rascal was being a smart ass hence the integrity of his grin.
"Alright, Marcus. You gotta promise to stop creepin' around here." This was a heart-to-heart, thus the formalities dropped. While Bailey spoke, he tenderly tapped a few buttons to get the game going. "I'll play with you if you got no one else to play with, but otherwise just go up and talk to someone, ok?" He nodded his head to the left, at a group of kids around the Dance Dance Revolution cabinet. "They're pretty nice, and so're the kids over at the dollar converter." As far as he was concerned, being shy was for weaklings. You couldn't get anywhere in life worrying about what other people thought of you or worrying how other's might react.
"I'm bored, anyway. Wanna wager?" Bailey went ahead and took first-player, explaining to Marcus the mechanics of this particular game. "If you win, I'll make you the badass of this arcade and tell you the combo move to get a higher score on that cabinet the blonde girl is playing..." It was player two's turn, so Bailey stepped aside for his new friend. "And you can creep around this place to your heart's content." He smirked. Although he wasn't sure how old this kid was exactly, he'd be stupid to pass up that offer. What persn didn't want to be king of the arcade? Besides, all the time he spent here it'd be hilarious if he actually managed to overtake some of Mickey's high scores. Either way, for Bailey it was all win.
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