Yours Are Nice

[charmedprestige]

Characters: Declan and Open
Time: Evening
Location: Rec Room
Format: Action
Content: Some game playing.

Comments

[explosivehero]

*Santo wandered into the rec room, his personal controllers in his bag. His hands were a bit large and rock-like for regular controllers. CoR was not his usual choice for shooting things, but he could manage.*

Alright Prettyboy, how's this tourney gunna be run?

[charmedprestige]

[Prettyboy? Declan gave this rock thing an annoyed look.] Your name goes on the bracket and you play til you lose.

[sword_and_rain]

[Yamamoto wasn't big into games, but like any teenager he had the basic knowledge pre-programmed into him that allowed him to pick up a controller and immediately understand any and all of its functions.

He wandered in, having done is workouts for the day and deciding that staying in his room till lights out was just plain boring, he'd wandered down to see who was up and about. Luckily, there was Declan.]

What are you playing? [He leaned over the back of the couch to peer at the television.]

[charmedprestige]

[Pretty much, Declan was button smashing through a stage, because he was bored and no one had come in yet.]

Ugh, Cry of Responsability. [Absentmindedly said.]

[sword_and_rain]

[He hopes over the couch and lands on his but with a little spring.]

Need someone to play against?

Sorry so late!

[charmedprestige]

[He looks up and nods.]

Yeah, better than smashing through levels out of boredom.