Spuds Ahoy! (open)

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❚ Ah, Akiba, one of the rarely enjoyed haunts. There was always a store with rows and rows of shoujo manga, or games, should he be interested enough. He didn't come here often, but on the occasion, it was nice to indulge, right? Besides, no one he knew ever knew he went there, so it was perfectly safe. No one would ever have to know. Surely, he would lose any and all respect from those that knew him if they knew what he was into on the side. He didn't want to be seen as a "weird person", even though he knew all too well that was what he honestly was.

However, he wasn't there for any romantic fantasy novels, or any shoujo manga this time. Nope, not at all. To be quite honest, he was feeling a little hungry for something nostalgic... something that he hadn't seen in some time, and he knew just the place. It wasn't the easiest place to find, but if you knew where it was, it was a gold mine of electronic relics that used to entertain him, and millions of other kids once upon a time. Yes, this time he was looking for some old games to play.

As he navigated the aisles of the store, he couldn't help but gently reach out and ever so fondly caress the plastic covers of the old game consoles, reflecting back on the days that he had played such machines for hours, or even days on end when he was younger. Yes, those were the days. Those were very tender, fond memories, indeed. In fact, recalling them almost brought a tear to his eye.

It was then that his hand brushed the old Super Nintendo Duck Hunt rifle. Ahh, Duck Hunt. How simple of a game you were, yet how much you made him want to go out and literally shoot things because of how ungodly annoying that dog laughing at you was. Why did they even put that in there? To be cute? Well, it wasn't, and he was certain quite a few people would have agreed with him. Oh well. At least it was a half decent game for the time. He had to give it that much. And there was that second player mode where another player could control the duck. That was always interesting... for about ten minutes. After that, he always packed it up and it was time for Contra. If there was anything he could have described as the epitome of awesomeness from an old video game, that was it. It was aggravatingly difficult at times, but oh so worth all the screaming, tears, and airborne controllers. It was oh so very worth all of it.

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[Sheeka Riva]

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❚ Takumi had moved on and let his fingers lightly caress the plastic surrounding a Sega Genesis. That was a golden console if he had ever known one. All kinds of interesting and classic games debuted on the Sega, much like they had on the SNES. Golden Axe, Sonic the Hedgehog, and the more comical Toe Jam and Earl were a few on his favourites list. He was quite partial to Toe Jam and Earl, though. Something about those jam sessions and trapping humans in bottles was just amusing enough to keep his attention, even after all this time. A close second to this was Earthworm Jim, but for a whole different reason. That was a different can of worms entirely, all puns intended.

Takumi's ear twitched to the side as someone entered his otherwise vacant aisle. Stealing a glance over at the boy, the green-haired teen couldn't help but smirk faintly to himself. Well, well. If it wasn't the Mr. Popular who was showing off in front of that crowd before? Finished with his game, was he? Well, who cared about that game. All it had going for it was fast-paced action and overly prettied up polygons. Not much there for substance, like the older games in its series. Seriously, the writers were running out of ideas, weren't they?

However, he just couldn't let him go by without at least acknowledging his presence. He was Mr. Popular, after all. Those people usually got tips of the hat from everyone, right? Pfft, people were so stupid. However, he would at the least say hi. "That was quite a crowd, hm? Seems you're quite the hotshot, eh?" he asked, glancing over at Sheeka again as soon as he drew closer to him. Of course, all puns were intended, yet again. He wasn't expecting him to get the joke, though. Not many people understood his sense of humor, and that was perfectly fine with him. Not everyone had to understand one another, after all.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ Thwonk went the dart as it sailed cleanly into the center of the target hanging from the wall. Giggling, Mio bounced for a moment, hands clapping with excitement. She was winning the game! Not just her first, or fifth, or even tenth, but ninteen straight wins! Ears perked up happily, the Blank looked over at her opponent, long tail wagging with anticipation, infinitely long hair waving from the up and down motion. It was the same guy she had played over and over and over again. Oh, how much fun he was! Visiting a game store called, well, something to do with potatoes, the man walked his way over to where Mio was enjoying some funny manga. He said hi, and then Mio instantly asked to play a game with him! It wasn't weird, right? No! Mio loves to play games! "If I win at darts, you have to come home with me, alright ba-be? We can play some real fun games there!" The man said. Of course she agreed! What fun game could he have been talking about? Maybe he had twister? Or he had some dolls? Ohohoh! What if he wanted to play with her stuffed animals! That would be so much fun! But to bad for her, the old man stunk at darts. He kept on hitting the edge of the middle ring, sometimes even the second closest! How bad was this guy?! As he threw his last dart, it hit almost dead center. Smirking, the old man swaggered his way next to Mio, put his greasy fingers on her shoulder and smiled in a weird way. "Beat that, baby doll." Tilting her head, Mio wondered why he would ask that. Did he actually WANT her to win? Huh... weird. But, well ok! Smiling happily back at the man, she threw the dart with deathly precision, hitting the center hole of the inner dot. Exactly the middle of the board. "There you go♪" Mio giggled in a sing-song voice. Suddenly her ears flattened and she pouted. "But now im bored..." Turning around, her hair flowing behind her, tail down and a slight grin on her face, she waved goodbye to the man gaping at the board. Calming down from the excitement of playing darts, she looked around the Potato game store to find a crowd of people gathering around a, and she does not mean this lightly, quite cute boy. Heck, he was adorable! Going to the near front of the group, the Sacrifice saw what they were staring at. The cute boy was powning a shooting game! To be honest, Mio was mesmerized. The Zombies that would pop up really did scare the innocent teen, but she could not help but look on. Boom! One got its head blown off. Boom another head was gone! Bam! Yet another... head... hmm. Now that she looked on, Mio was getting bored. All he was doing was head-shots! No chest or neck or heart kills, only heads were being blasted off. Pouting, the Blank wondered if she was ever going to find some entertainment. Ears down, tail nearly dragging on the floor, Mio found her way out of the group and made her way to the manga department again. A few minutes later, she was bored again. Big shocker. Looking around the older games department, Mio ran into a surprise! The cute boy was standing alone! Well, not alone. He was with a green haired guy. How fun! The Blank instantly loved that teens hair. Walking over, a warm and friendly smile on her face, Mio went to a place where the three teens made a triangle, almost. "That was some Ok shooting, I liked it!" Mio complimented the cute boy, her wild hair bobbing slightly, her unique boots making a clinging noise as the metal pieces came together for a split second. Of course, she left out the part about hee getting bored soon after, but if you can't say anything nice, dont say nothing at all, right? Clink! [/style]

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[Sheeka Riva]

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Sheeka had been glancing through the old N64 games, his head tilted to the side slightly when the other boy in the isle spoke. He'd played some of these when he was younger...at least up until his mother's death and then everything changed because he no longer had that drive to do anything a normal child would. His head turned to the other as he listened to what was being said.

He was rather pleased with the praise he received, however the lightest dusting of color flushed over his checks as he glanced towards the floor. "Ah. Thank you." He thinks. I mean, the whole hotshot sounded a little bit sarcastic, but he wasn't about to point that out.

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More color dusted across his cheeks as the other voice filtered in and he turned to look at the newcomer, a girl from her voice and appearance. Although, in Japan with the otaku culture...you'd never know. "Ah. Thank you, miss." he stated politely with a smile. "Ah. Ah. My name is Sheeka." To be honest, his last name...there was a lot going on with that. To be honest, he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to change his name to his mothers, Rovati, or his adoptive fathers, Riva. Sheeka Riva. Sheeka Rovati. Although, he liked the idea of changing being Sheeka Rose Rovati-Riva. Or dropping the rose...or..or...well that wasn't important.
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[fufu2]

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❚ Takumi, who had glanced over to see the other boy's reaction, couldn't help but chuckle lightly to himself at the light dusting of colour on the boy's cheeks. He was blushing. Blushing of all things! You'd think he was flirting with him. That could be arranged, but he didn't want to push his luck too far. At least not right away. There was a certain delicacy toward dealing with others, after all. There was always things you could and couldn't do right away. That was one of those things you just couldn't do right away. Well, you could, but you'd look like a slime in the process, and that didn't appeal to Takumi at the moment.

"Ah. Thank you."

Another chuckle escaped the green-haired teen's lips and he turned around to face the other teenage boy. "You're welcome. Talent must always go noticed and appreciated, right? Those people wouldn't have gathered if you weren't something else," he stated simply with a light shrug. He probably was going to wind up unnerving the other boy or at least make him horribly confused, but that was par for the course with Takumi. He was used to receiving such reactions from people, and almost expected it of them. It happened a lot, to say the absolute least.

However, he didn't get to converse with the boy alone for long. A girl dressed in a rather intriguing punky outfit approached and appraised the brunet's skills in virtual sharpshooting. The golden-eyed teen couldn't help but try and stifle a laugh at that. It was just a game. Sure he could shoot a lot of people in the head and amass a crowd, but it was still a game. To be honest, he'd be more impressed if it was real life, but alas, that was hard to come by at all.

What was really interesting, however, was the fact the boy blushed even more when the girl complimented him, as well. He really couldn't take compliments well, it seemed. Well, it was more interesting that way. Good reactions always went far with Takumi. He didn't like being bored much, and whenever he found an interesting person, he intended to enjoy every interesting expression or reaction he could milk out of them. "Sheeka, hm? A bit of a feminine name for someone with that kind of virtual prowess, eh? Well, you can't help what you're given, I suppose. Sorry. Regardless, I'm Takumi. Nice to meet you, headshot king." With those words falling from his lips, he held out his hand, fully expecting either an awkward handshake or to be blown off. That's what usually happened when he teased people like this, after all. But he couldn't help it. It was just so... so much fun!

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[zenkaikira]

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As the raven haired male wondered down the street he jumped on to the crib. Shortly after jumping on to the curb he put his arms out to the sides. Today he was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with draw strings on the collar. Over that he worea black coat with red fur trim on the cuff , bottom , and hood. Around his neck he had a pair of red neon headphones. Behind him his long black tail wagged happily as he jumped over a puddle from a spilled soda. After jumping over the puddle he noticed a cool looking shop across the street. For a moment he tilted his head curiously and his kitty ears twitched. A smile then reached his face as he ran across the street toward the store. The Raven haired sacrifice was in a good mood today.

When he reached the store he looked into the large glass window at the display. Behind him his fluffy black tail waved in joy at the sight. After checking his pocket for money he slipped inside the wonder filled shop. With His eyes filled of cute wonder his curiousity brought him to the video game section. His grandmother had bought him a system to keep him out her hair. His grandmother was so easy to annoy so, he always kept at it. But , in his grandmothers rage she forgot to buy a game for the machine. So, Zenkai figured that he would buy one for himself. But , the catch was he would only play it when no one in the house was home. He didn't see the point if there was other entertainment in the house.

When he saw a gun he ran over to it and picked it up." Ooo" he said out loud even though there was people gathered close by it. The crimson eyed male then wondered if he could shoot creatures with this gun. When he saw it wasn't for his counsel he pouted and put it down. After starting at for a few moments he went to a shelf not to far from it. As he looked at the many games his tail kept wagging behind him. Zenkai loved stores with anime and video games and stuff like that. I wonder if they have a yaoi game he thought to himself with a smirk on his face. Behind him the people seemed to getting heated but , the raven paid no attention to them at the moment. If they got into a fight he would then try to work his magic on them to make it worse.

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[gemmy2]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #2F2F2F; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 40px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 28px; margin-left: -4px;]HAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝ AND NOW YOU'RE KNOCKING ON MY FRONT DOOR, THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN LIVING FOR, EXCUSE ME WHILE I LAUGH MY ASS OFF. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ He really was the cutie~ Blushing at every little thing she said! Mio's smile turned devilish for a moment before returning to its innocent sweetness. "You sure are adorable!" The Sacrifice sing-songed in that pretty voice of hers. Of course, this was only to see how red this boy could get. The thought of him turning into a cherry brought on an adorable little giggle. This was so fun~! Miss? 'Oh, I guess I'm the miss...' Mio thought. No one ever called her 'Miss' before, it was kind of entertaining actually. "Sheeka?" A smile lit up her face once again. "Sooo cute!!" Maybe she should make this a game? Make the Boy Blush? Everyone would love to play it with her! The green haired boy spoke next. "Takumi, eh? I like that name." Mio turned to him and gave the teen a sincere, warm hearted smile. Facing both of them again, Mio bounced slightly, sending ripples through her long hair, taildog tail wagging happily. "It's nice to meet you both! I'm Mio Tomomi, so call me Mio please!" Giving a single chuckle, she threw up a peace sign woth her hand, a sign of greeting to her. Sort of like a wave, only more... well... Mio like! Completely absorbed into her current conversation, she had no idea that there was a raven-haired boy watching them from elsewhere... but a creepy feeling was crawling up her spine. The ex-gangster was tense and ready for an attack instinctively, knowing she was being watched. Though on the outside, Mio looked happy, relaxed and carefree. But oh well, more attention to the blushing boy!! Heehee~<3 [/style]

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[Sheeka Riva]

[cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background: #121212; width: 500px; height: 45px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #467B94; margin-top: -20px;]DUSK LAMENT[/style] [style= background-color: #121212; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #FFFFFF; margin-top: -30;]NIGHT BRINGS PAINFUL TEARS AND TWILIGHT STARS[/style]

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[rs=2][atrb=style,background: #121212] [style=margin-left: 10; border-bottom:dashed thick #467B94; border-top:dashed thick #467B94; height: 460px; width: 300; overflow:auto; background-color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #FFFFFF; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px;] The other boy seemed really amused with something. Was he that amusing? Sheeka delicately flicked one ear as his head tilted slightly towards the other, trying to gauge what he was thinking. Of course, Sheeka wasn't a mind reader...so he drew up a blank in his attempt to figure it out. Some people were easy to read, this guy...wasn't. "Talent must always go noticed and appreciated, right?"

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"I suppose so," Sheeka stated in mild agreement. He wasn't a showboat or anything, so he didn't honestly fully agree with the other on that. Let him think what he will though. They'd probably never meet against after this, after all. Unless they both frequented the Super Potato at the same time, on the same day...which wasn't going to be likely.

"A bit of a feminine name for someone with that kind of virtual prowess, eh?"[/i]

Eh...just a little bit feminine. But Sheeka's mom had named him. It was a variation of the Japanese name of Shika, which honestly was a girl's name in the land of the rising sun. "I think my mom wanted a girl when she named me, to be honest," Sheeka answered truthfully. He loved his mother to pieces, even now that she was gone...but in all honesty..he didn't much care for the name she had given him at first. He'd never change because he'd outgrown the hatred of his name. And besides, it made him special.

"You sure are adorable!"[/i]

Eh? eh? She was calling him adorable. But he'd just met her. Sure, he was...even without the telltale stuffed animal to reveal his honest to god love of all things cute, he was still adorable. More color crossed Sheeka's cheeks."Thank you..." he stated, a bit shyly almost. He was a bit surprised at himself. He'd never really been one to be shy...but all these compliments...he didn't deserve them.

"Regardless, I'm Takumi. Nice to meet you, headshot king."[/i]

Unlike what Takumi thought, Sheeka had a nice handshake. As if he was used to giving it to random people. As future boss of the Riva family, he had to get to know the other family bosses as well as their heir and he had to be rather polite about it too. Which he usually was. "Nice to meet you too," he responded cheerfully, although was still a slight shade of pink from earlier awkwardness. [/style][/td][/tr]
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tagged|| zenkai, mio, takumi, open
notes || LOOK I REPLIED. FINALLY. And Sheeka’s adorable. As always. [/style][/td][/tr]
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[creeper]

[atrb=style, background-color: black; width:300px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius: 30px; border-radius: 30px; font-family: arial;][atrb=border,0,tru][atrb=cellpsacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][style=background-color: #C0C0C0; width:300px; text-align: center; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; font-family: arial; font-variant:small-caps; color: black; margin-top: 50px; margin-bottom: 20px;]sorry i'm not made of sugar, i'm not sweet enough for you[/style] [style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 5px;][/style][style= color: #C0C0C0; font-size: 9px; margin-left: 10px; text-align: justify; margin-right: 10px;]After what seemed like hours, and was very likely more then that, Akira turned away from the tournament two very intense looking otaku had engaged in on the flashing MK screen. His attention now away from the lights and fast moving thumbs and shifting eyes of the players, he noticed just how stiff his joints had been getting and raised his hands and arched his back, causing his brightly coloured Macross Frontier shirt (featuring a very cute looking Ranka and Sheryl) to rise up and distort the print. He didn’t do it often, but every once in a while Akira just enjoyed just being himself and walking around Akihabara. Out of all the places in Tokyo this was the one he felt most comfortable in. Feeling blood finally coming back after the stretch, Akira ran his fingers through his slightly defeated hair and glanced around the store. It was pretty busy, but that was to be expected. This was the gather place for all things geeky. But then, Akira saw something that immediately halted his casually scanning and made him tense up again. He had felt someone odd for a while in the store, but it was faint…like the whisper of a memory you had long forgotten the details of but couldn’t quite let go of. Now, it seemed like the same memory was smacking him in the forehead shouting “LOOK! LOOK! Pay attention to me!”. It was the boy with green hair whom he had seen only days ago at a bus terminal. The person who he had been so oddly compelled to talk to it had frightened him and he had boarded the bus in a hurry and didn’t look back. Akira simultaneously wanted to throw up, run away, say hello, punch him in the face and grab his face and kiss him. The bipolar range of emotions scared even himself, which was quite a feat. But, could he really let himself run away? Obviously something bigger then himself was at work here, and whether it was fate or some kind of higher power he doubted he would be able to forgive himself for passing up the chance to make what could very likely be “friends”. The blushing dark haired boy beside him looked put-together but flustered and the girl of the group was cute-but-spunky in an endearing kind of way as opposed to the false “kawaiiness” that many girls around their age flaunted in front of people. Feeling more hesitant and unsure of himself then he had in a very long time, Akira took the few shaky steps necessary to enter close enough to the conversation and listened for a second, picking up clips of the conversation. It seemed like they were complimenting the dark-haired boy on his gaming skills. A smile crossed his face and he relaxed, his ears perked up and he reached up to touch them, shocked that he had been so nervous as to flatten them against his head in the first place. ”I wish I could have seen it~” chimed in Akira, looking at the dark-haired boy curiously, ” I used to work here and it’s not often we get someone called headshot king.”. -and it was true. He had worked here before -a favour pulled by his Uncle- and it was rare for one person to receive much praise considering the crowd here. Then he winked. -and then he wanted to smack himself upside the head. Akira had merely meant to smile, but the wink had become such a characteristically common thing for him to do it had slipped past his common sense and gotten out like a child into an r-rated movie. Outside, his smile and non-chalant posture remained, but inside he was practically burning down the house. What in the world was he going to do? At the very best this would end awkwardly and at the very worst he’d be asked to leave. Nervously, Akira looked to the side, hoping to see a familiar face he could excuse himself to go speak with, but instead found himself looking into the green-haired boys eyes. Again the rush of emotions came. This time, causing Akira to step back like he had been burned…but, for some reason…he just couldn’t look away from those eyes. [/style] [style= font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; text-tranfsorm: lowercase; color: #232323; text-align: center; margin-rop: 5px;]is that why you always avoid me?[/style][style=text-align: right; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; font-family: arial; font-variant:small-caps; color: #C0C0C0; margin-right: 3px; margin-top: -8px;]that must be such an inconvenience to you[/style] [style= text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: arial; font-variant:small-caps; color: #C0C0C0; margin-right: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-rop: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;]sheeka, takumi, zenkai, mio (it's a party here). idk. LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME.[/style] [style= text-align: center; font-size: 12px; font-family: arial; font-variant:small-caps; color: #C0C0C0;]post template by maria from ote[/style]

[miku3]

Keiko usually didn't come to such crowded places, because it made her more succeptible to making a fool out of herself. Her cheeks reddened at the thought of her tripping or accidently touching someones butt in the crowd. Why was she so nervous? She was usually great around people. Maybe it was because she was surrounded by so many gamers, when she had never really had time to play console games.

Scanning the store she could see many people crowding the isle's and different gaming consoles. She remembered that she had come here to find a birthday present. But what should she get the new boy? He was ten, and most of the boys back at the orphanage had suggested a game. They seemed to be really popular lately. As she scanned the store, her hands balled into trembling fists, she saw a small group of kids, mostly made up of boys and a cute looking girl. They looked to be around her age. Maybe they could help.

She walked up to the group of kids, shaking. She should say something, anything. She didn't want to seem like a creep! "U-uh~!" Keiko muttered out of herself, and then she proceeded to trip, and fall flat on her face in front of the group of kids.

Note: Oh~ Don't mind me. Just gonna squeeze myself in here! Enjoy~
Tags: Takumi, Sheeka, Mio, Zenkai, Akira <3