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Log; Open
When; Feb. 7, Late Afternoon
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Mikaela Banes (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justpopthehood) and anyone who responds.
Summary; At the arcade.
Log;
She usually tried to appear somewhat feminine around people. It was always easy to tell which guys were disturbed by women who liked cars and played gory video games and which ones were okay it. Unfortunately for her, the hot ones were usually in the former category. Maybe it was their huge egos. They couldn't stand to be in a relationship with someone who could beat them at Midnight Club.
Not that she cared anymore. She hadn't seen one hot jock walk by and doubted they'd be flooding in any time soon. Even if they did, her mind was set. She was done focusing on how incredibly, undeniably sexy those guys were. They weren't worth the time.
Which is why she felt completely comfortable standing in the center of the arcade using a plastic orange gun to shoot down an impossible number of zombies. Her marksmanship, she had to admit, was exceptional. Those stupid minions never stood a chance. When she finally beat the third level after her seventh attempt, she let out the kind of scream most guys reserved for Superbowl Sunday.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Mikaela Banes (
justpopthehood) and anyone who responds.Summary; At the arcade.
Log;
She usually tried to appear somewhat feminine around people. It was always easy to tell which guys were disturbed by women who liked cars and played gory video games and which ones were okay it. Unfortunately for her, the hot ones were usually in the former category. Maybe it was their huge egos. They couldn't stand to be in a relationship with someone who could beat them at Midnight Club.
Not that she cared anymore. She hadn't seen one hot jock walk by and doubted they'd be flooding in any time soon. Even if they did, her mind was set. She was done focusing on how incredibly, undeniably sexy those guys were. They weren't worth the time.
Which is why she felt completely comfortable standing in the center of the arcade using a plastic orange gun to shoot down an impossible number of zombies. Her marksmanship, she had to admit, was exceptional. Those stupid minions never stood a chance. When she finally beat the third level after her seventh attempt, she let out the kind of scream most guys reserved for Superbowl Sunday.
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"Sorry, I'm being totally obnoxious. I can't control myself sometimes."
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"It's cool. No biggy." Was he really trying to talk to this girl? Oh well, might as well go for it.
"I'm Tommy."
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"Hey," she said. "I'm Mikaela."