Post by Akane Aiko Watanabe on Dec 30, 2015 10:48:23 GMT
"「SEXUAL DISGRACE」"
Tired eyes rolled around from flashing lights to retro 32-bit graphics all around the dimly lit room. Pool tables and a bowling alley to boot. The redhead couldn't deny the room wasn't impressive, if not a little creepy. The monotonous color of the bear seemed to be the overwhelming theme of the room, maybe to an obnoxious point. Akane supposed that it was one way to get past copyright infringement, supposing that was the case; but she wouldn't put it past the bear to have done it out of total narcissism. The vocalist couldn't deny that the thought wasn't appealing, having your face plastered all over products in place of name brands and logos. The bowling ball was a nice touch as well on a symbolic level, to her it was obviously not a coincidence that the pins seemed to resemble the group of students. She was content with the resemblance of her own, at the very least.
A black glove slowly ran along the glass top of a flashing pinball machine as she eyed down the bowling alley, slowly turning in place to face the game to her right. The neon reminded her quite fondly of home, golden eyes wandering from machine to machine. She kind of figured this room would be a bit more popular than others, offering a sort of reprieve from the harsh reality of the hotel. As a kid she tended to frequent the arcade in earnest efforts to make new friends, if not just to sink her sorrows into a handful of quarters and a few hours. She'd always leave with a sore back after a period of slouching and a lightened pocket, but never discontent with her time and money spent.
After all, she'd be rich one day, right? If a break meant renewed determination, there was no harm...
The punk girl laughed to herself softly. When was she going to stop being so reminiscent? At a time like this it was practically a weakness to focus so much on the past. She was here to cast away her depression – not put more thought into it – but being alone had that effect on her.
Her hands spread against the transparent surface of the pinball machine, not worried about smudging the pane through thin satin gloves. She didn't suppose these things costed her coin but she honestly had no desire to submit to the bright appeal of the game at this very moment. She was complacent with loitering around room from room. Restaurant, laundry room, bedroom. It was practically all the same to her, only the people around her varying from place to place—although it seemed there was no one here for the time being.
"Surprise, surprise." Akane scoffed. She shook her head slowly at the lack of presence in the room, turning so that her back was to the retro neon lights of the Monokuma grade monstrosity. It wouldn't be the first time this week that someone stumbled upon her, she hoped. She didn't particularly hate the idea of interacting with others, but she wasn't intent on seeking out potentially interesting people off of the e-Handbook. She appreciated the quiet – however rare or common it may be – although at the very moment her thoughts were being drowned out by the surrounding arcade.
A black glove slowly ran along the glass top of a flashing pinball machine as she eyed down the bowling alley, slowly turning in place to face the game to her right. The neon reminded her quite fondly of home, golden eyes wandering from machine to machine. She kind of figured this room would be a bit more popular than others, offering a sort of reprieve from the harsh reality of the hotel. As a kid she tended to frequent the arcade in earnest efforts to make new friends, if not just to sink her sorrows into a handful of quarters and a few hours. She'd always leave with a sore back after a period of slouching and a lightened pocket, but never discontent with her time and money spent.
After all, she'd be rich one day, right? If a break meant renewed determination, there was no harm...
The punk girl laughed to herself softly. When was she going to stop being so reminiscent? At a time like this it was practically a weakness to focus so much on the past. She was here to cast away her depression – not put more thought into it – but being alone had that effect on her.
Her hands spread against the transparent surface of the pinball machine, not worried about smudging the pane through thin satin gloves. She didn't suppose these things costed her coin but she honestly had no desire to submit to the bright appeal of the game at this very moment. She was complacent with loitering around room from room. Restaurant, laundry room, bedroom. It was practically all the same to her, only the people around her varying from place to place—although it seemed there was no one here for the time being.
"Surprise, surprise." Akane scoffed. She shook her head slowly at the lack of presence in the room, turning so that her back was to the retro neon lights of the Monokuma grade monstrosity. It wouldn't be the first time this week that someone stumbled upon her, she hoped. She didn't particularly hate the idea of interacting with others, but she wasn't intent on seeking out potentially interesting people off of the e-Handbook. She appreciated the quiet – however rare or common it may be – although at the very moment her thoughts were being drowned out by the surrounding arcade.
Walker Hyde | 553 words | notes
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