oracleinpink (oracleinpink) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-03 17:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | bart allen, maxine gibson, open |
Who: Maxine Gibson and OPEN
What: Max is kind of trouble prone. Help her out?
When: Afternoon
Where: The streets of LA
Rating: PG-13
Status: In Progress
"I thought you said you'd never played this game before."
"I haven't."
"Bullshit."
"I haven't!" Max looked at the guy in front of her, shrugging and making innocent eyes at him. Clutched in her fist was a wad of twenties which she would happily ease into her back pocket once she was left alone. She shrugged again, biting her lip after smirking slightly. "I'm just good."
"No one's that good, and I want my money back," said Guy One (she hadn't bothered to learn his name, or the name of any of his friends). Guys Two, Three, and Four grunted their agreement. It definitely wasn't just Guy One's money she had. They'd sucked at videogames collectively!
"Just 'cause you got hustled by a girl…" She was used to this reaction. She was also used to people trying to kill her just because she was better than them at things. It was a disturbingly continuous trend, though she'd kind of hoped that maybe it would just stay behind in Gotham. But, Nope. These guys weren't Jokerz, but they were beefy and bulky enough and looked to have the collective IQ of a single goldfish. Sometimes, that was more dangerous than any crazed supervillain alone and for someone so smart herself, she really should have known that taunting them? Was not the best idea.
Tall Dark and Stupid nodded back at his friends before turning to address her again. "You're right, we got hustled. Now give us our money."
Rolling her eyes, Max shook her head. "I've never even heard of 'House of the Dead' before, or whatever it is we were playing. It's really slow, by the way. I mean, maybe I'm just used to playing games with faster reactions. 'Cause, really, if zombies actually moved that slowly why would we actually ever be worried about getting eaten? And like—no, wait. The point is, just shut up. I beat you, deal with it?"
"No one gets a score like that on their first go."
"Ever heard of beginners luck?" Max smirked again.
"You bit—" His words were cut off when he lunged at her, followed almost immediately by his three friends. Max jumped back from his grasp with a grin and shoved the nearly three hundred dollars she'd won in her pocket. She turned quickly on her heels and started running through the arcade, dodging past the antique and bulky (to her) machines as she made her way towards the exit.
Ignoring the shouts from the owners and employees, she burst through outside, onto the streets of LA. She paused briefly to look over her shoulder, and seeing that she was indeed being pursued, it appeared as if it was time to do some outrunning.