Play Time (Open)

[amaie]

Amaie liked the beach, at least the beach close to the pier. Not that many people bothered a prety girl that was sunbathing. there were the occasional dark, buff guys that couldn't resist, and were completely ignored, as if she were sleeping. Even for her it was tough to ignore the taught glistening bodies that decide dto block her light. She saw them of course behind the dark glasses that she was wearing. It got so bad in the end, when the sun was starting to fall that she had to leave.

She waited till the last, and most forward and annoying person left, and rolled up her blanket, then beating a hasty retreat. She covered herself in a black tank and cut off camouflage shorts. there was no going around where there were bigger crowds in the designer swimsuit, that was less for swimming than showing off. She wondered if that the bikini was more the reason that she was being harassed rather than it being her. It didn't really matter either way, either way she was driven from the beach before she got to watch the moon rise. Instead of going home though, she wandered the beachfront stores.

She found the arcade as she was wandering. When she slid inside, she reveled in the cold air conditioning, and all the retro upright arcade game's happy voices. She was smiling a lopsided grin as she was weaving through the store, adding credits randomly to the machines, hundreds and hundreds of credits, fifty to a machine. As she was moving from one to the other, she heard a sikly whine from a machine that was plugged in, but nothing showed on the screen.

It was an old gal. Old yet pristine, and she noted that this Mrs. PackMan had it's original paint, not many scars marring the surface, it was what was inside that was whispering it's hurt to her. Standing at the front of the machine, she drifted into it, and shifted things around on the inside, then looked around. Noting no staff around she kicked it, making it shiver slightly where it stood, and the screen came to life, the whining subsiding some. Things were still a bit messed up on the inside, but she would work for a while, until someone actually got in there and cleaned out the oxidized wires and only slightly faultee circuits.

Sighing, she slipped fifty credits into the old girl and reveled in the Waka Waka sound she produced as the round girl with the bow traveled around the screen, deftly dodging the ghosts and eating all the little dots. Amaie didn't have to touch the controls to make the yellow character move, sliding from dot to dot and slipping past, and occasionally eating the ghosts. Her hands were on the controls, just not moving in time with the character, probably a slip up on her part, but she was so entranced in the old school game she hardly saw her surroundings. Level 34.... Start!