Timothy sat at his table, elbow pressed against it as he munched on some pizza he had just bought for himself. He wouldn't say that it was the best pizza he's had, not in the top five or ten at least, but it would do for now.
Dear ole' dad had seen to throwing another fit at him earlier for his grades, and he didn't feel like dealing with it at the time. He rarely did, but that was besides the point. It meant his house was a nuclear zone for the rest of the day till he would sneak back in for the night.
He just had several hours to kill, that was all. No biggie.
Swallowing down the last bit of pizza he had, he slid out of the seats and went over to the arcade machines to see if he could get anything out of those. A bit of miracle if he did considering how worn down and crap some of the machines were, but that could be part of fun too.
Swiftly putting his hands into his pockets on his jacket, Timothy walked along the machines and made a mental note of each he saw, and which he could have some fun with.
When?
Another Sunday, another Sunday afternoon with nothing to do. Amos was getting pretty tired of just walking up and down the harbor, so here he was among the rows of flashy arcade games doing their best to seduce him and his quarters. But unfortunate for them, he was a man on a mission after slapping a fiver in the change machine.
And there she was, The House of the Dead 4, in all her freaky, kinda archaic splendor. Amos didn't play games a whole bunch, certainly wouldn't call himself a gamer or anything like that, but he always wanted to play this one since finding out the arcade still had it despite it being about as old as Amos himself. He never played this one, honestly the only one he played was back on the Wii at his cousin's places when he was way too young and way too impressionable, but it's seeming rarity always kinda drew him in. Plus, you got to fire a God damn MAC-10! How cool was that?
Unfortunately, dontcha know, the few times he stopped by here there were always a few people hogging the machine, or at least people Amos'd rather just not associate with... like that group of older fellas he'd see a few times that must just hang around arcades all day instead of having jobs, or just people that rubbed him the wrong way. Not that he was really "scared" of people like that since when you're tall and kinda ugly people pretty much just moved outta the way and let you be, but still.
Amos made it to the video machine, and there was nary a soul nearby. He picked up the submachine gun from the 1st player side and flipped it back and forth in his hands. He felt the surprising heft and the unsurprising plastic casing, stroked the well-worn trigger a few times. This was probably the closest he'd ever get to holding one of the real things, so he'd make sure to enjoy it while it lasted.
He looked over at the second gun, still in its stock as if Amos expected something different. He patted his gun against his palm a few times before setting the gun down and reaching for the quarters in his jacket's pocket.
And there she was, The House of the Dead 4, in all her freaky, kinda archaic splendor. Amos didn't play games a whole bunch, certainly wouldn't call himself a gamer or anything like that, but he always wanted to play this one since finding out the arcade still had it despite it being about as old as Amos himself. He never played this one, honestly the only one he played was back on the Wii at his cousin's places when he was way too young and way too impressionable, but it's seeming rarity always kinda drew him in. Plus, you got to fire a God damn MAC-10! How cool was that?
Unfortunately, dontcha know, the few times he stopped by here there were always a few people hogging the machine, or at least people Amos'd rather just not associate with... like that group of older fellas he'd see a few times that must just hang around arcades all day instead of having jobs, or just people that rubbed him the wrong way. Not that he was really "scared" of people like that since when you're tall and kinda ugly people pretty much just moved outta the way and let you be, but still.
Amos made it to the video machine, and there was nary a soul nearby. He picked up the submachine gun from the 1st player side and flipped it back and forth in his hands. He felt the surprising heft and the unsurprising plastic casing, stroked the well-worn trigger a few times. This was probably the closest he'd ever get to holding one of the real things, so he'd make sure to enjoy it while it lasted.
He looked over at the second gun, still in its stock as if Amos expected something different. He patted his gun against his palm a few times before setting the gun down and reaching for the quarters in his jacket's pocket.
Timothy stopped and raised his shoulders a bit as he felt a pop in his back before lowering them again. He'd seen all the machines at this point and picking them out was going to be hard, or at least it was going to be hard till this one cabinet caught his eye, both for the game and for the person next to it.
Timothy rarely played games, mostly sticking with music and physical activities, and the few games that he did play were mostly shooters. Lucky for him this cabinet seemed like the natural counterpart to his rare gaming venture.
And then of course, there was the person. Amos. tall, gaunt and pale, easy to pick out of a lineup which was funny to Timothy considering Amos's main thing was sitting on the fence. He was not a bad guy, but not exactly someone Timothy would say had his back. Good to shoot the shit with though.
"'Ey! Amos!" He let out as he made his way over whilst making a wave, hand raised to his head before making it's way back into his pocket.
"House of the dead 4? You good at this kind of stuff?" He inquired with a smile.
Timothy rarely played games, mostly sticking with music and physical activities, and the few games that he did play were mostly shooters. Lucky for him this cabinet seemed like the natural counterpart to his rare gaming venture.
And then of course, there was the person. Amos. tall, gaunt and pale, easy to pick out of a lineup which was funny to Timothy considering Amos's main thing was sitting on the fence. He was not a bad guy, but not exactly someone Timothy would say had his back. Good to shoot the shit with though.
"'Ey! Amos!" He let out as he made his way over whilst making a wave, hand raised to his head before making it's way back into his pocket.
"House of the dead 4? You good at this kind of stuff?" He inquired with a smile.
"Hmm?" said Amos in a knee-jerk staccato, sharply turning his head to the newcomer as the quarter clunked inside the coin slot.
His dry hand hovered another quarter over the slot before replying. "Oh, hey, Tim-uh-thy. Not really, just uhhh," he drawled, muttering a swear under his breath as the quarter slipped from his hand and rolled along the floor towards Timothy.
His dry hand hovered another quarter over the slot before replying. "Oh, hey, Tim-uh-thy. Not really, just uhhh," he drawled, muttering a swear under his breath as the quarter slipped from his hand and rolled along the floor towards Timothy.
He stopped and knelt down to pick up the coin that had rolled towards him, clinking ever so slightly against his right shoe. Once he stood up, he held the coin his right hand, carefully made the motions to move it towards his thumb before closing his hand and started flipping it into the air.
He gave it a couple of trips in the air, made a point about it to Amos.
"Wanna give it a go with someone then?" He said with a grin, pulling his hand slightly down before sending it up whilst flipping the coin sending it flying towards Amos.
"Unless you don't want, plenty of machines 'round here."
He gave it a couple of trips in the air, made a point about it to Amos.
"Wanna give it a go with someone then?" He said with a grin, pulling his hand slightly down before sending it up whilst flipping the coin sending it flying towards Amos.
"Unless you don't want, plenty of machines 'round here."
"You got 'giving it a go' money?" Amos held back from replying. Force of habit, Pa always dropped that line on him. He always meant it as a joke, but something about it always rubbed Amos the wrong way.
Amos cupped his hands, barely catching the quarter as it sailed to him. He inserted it into the coin slot, this time careful not to drop it. He pulled out another quarter from his pocket and stuffed it in the slot.
"Sure, pal. If you want."
Amos cupped his hands, barely catching the quarter as it sailed to him. He inserted it into the coin slot, this time careful not to drop it. He pulled out another quarter from his pocket and stuffed it in the slot.
"Sure, pal. If you want."
"Thanks man!" He uttered as he walked over to Amos, and stood next to him in front of the machine with a look of glee on his face. He had seen these be played before around here, hard not to with the undead creatures on the sides and the guns up front and it had always been rather exciting to watch, a part of him had wanted to find out for a long while how it was to play this cabinet.
A good way to pass the time.
"Have you done this before?" He asked, whilst looking at the screen in front of him. His right hand hovering for the gun controller on his side of the cabinet.
A good way to pass the time.
"Have you done this before?" He asked, whilst looking at the screen in front of him. His right hand hovering for the gun controller on his side of the cabinet.
