An Adventitious Meeting || Felix & Lilo
Swerve left. Jump right. Kill him, but not him, he’s on your side. She reminded herself. For a piece of machinery she had to admit that it was pretty realistic. Not to mention it was quite a workout. Those full body simulators were not joke — you were either in it to win for, or you were left the incomparable amount of shame that you were so out of shape that you couldn’t handle a videogame. Lilo though, had no shame. She was trying to best to lose.
With her eyes trained in on the game intently, watching every pixel move in correlation to her movement she jumped and ran across a field. She could hardly remember why she choose this game, or what the name of it was. What she knew for certain though, was that she wasn’t going to lose another time.
Her character within the game jumped out from behind the bush, gun in hand as Lilo looked for any sign of the enemy. All the pixels were eerily quiet, the audio of birds chirping playing in the background. She walked forward before the ambush of enemy soldiers attacked for all sides, delivering a fatal blow.
“Dammit, dammit, dammit,” Lilo frowned, throwing her hands down histrionically. “I can’t believe I lost again.” In the mist of all her movements she hardly registered the burning jolt she was experiencing. Her frown deepened as she tried to untangle herself from the mess of wires. “What the hell is happening?”
@leavemealone-todie || Holidays ||
Hawaii here we come! Lindy Fitzgerald had been a little hyper powerhouse for two weeks straight. Her mother had finally managed to save enough money for them to go on a trip to Hawaii.
Dakota, her brother, had no desire to join them, so they’d arranged for him to stay with his girlfriend until they got back.
“So we’re really gonna fly and everything?” Lindy asked, and her mother nodded.
The flight itself took a long time, but Lindy fell asleep half-way through so when she woke up, they began the descend.
Lilo liked airports. She liked the idea of a continual traveling service that could take you anywhere and everywhere. Of course, she had only been on an airplane once or twice; turns out that airplane tickets are particularly expensive. Not to mention without a passport Lilo couldn’t visit any of the places she really wanted to see.
She was very much a fan of old architecture and historical landmarks. Not that the U.S. didn’t have plenty of that; but it’s land missed critical world events that she was interested in. It was good if you were interested in the Civil War, or anything like that; but for the World Wars it was terrible. Given that it was primarily fought in Europe that U.S. had little to show for it aside from memorials. So, for now she watched the airplanes fly back in forth, wishing that they would take her all the places she wanted to visit. But at the moment a photo would have to suffice.
She brought her camera to her eye, snapping the camera as quickly as they could. Unfortunately airplanes were flighty, quick things that didn’t pose for her. Lilo frowned. “These pictures are going to come out horribly.” She groaned miserably.
((I have like… No threads that are really alive as of this moment.
Would anyone be interested in starting one? C: ))
ooc; I’d love to start something. I’ve been sort of slow on starting things on Lilo. c:
“That’s it. I did it.” With a fiendishly gleeful grin, Quorra punched the letters I-S-O into the refurbished Pacman unit. It had taken days of dedication and discipline, but, between her duties, she had managed. Programs, Users… she had beaten them all. “I am the High Score Champion.”
Quorra took this moment to pause in her little victory stretch, leaning her hip against the console. Her eyes swept the arcade, devoid, but by no means unlively before official opening time. Sam was at work, and her well-worn 20,000 Leagues was dog-eared to the last page.
Lilo was impatient, actually impatient was an understatement when it came to her actions. She was more like impatient on steroids with a small child at the helm. Especially when there was a time limit. She had exactly two hours and twenty-seven minutes before she had to get back for her performance. Her hula group had been fortunate enough to raise the necessary funds to go out of state to compete [though Lilo wasn’t really the one competing — Myrtle and her posse had sort of taken that over unless it was a group performance.] and with their little free time to explore, Lilo had decided to go to the arcade. To the best of her knowledge it was a very old, iconic, arcade and if she didn’t want to get in to play the games [which she did] then she wanted to get inside to photograph it. It was said to have some of the best older generation games of the century, not to mention photography-wise they would come out beautifully.
She peered through the widow, hands cupped around her eyes. “Hey—!” Lilo yelled through the glass, camera dangling about her neck. Was someone in there already? She swore that she saw a figure at one of the game consoles. “Hey lady, are you guys open?” She asked, trying her very best to conceal the annoyance in her tone. Lilo stood up straight again, her left hand lightly on her hip, waiting for an answer.
Peter was used to that by now, had he met Lilo any sooner it would have irritated him more. As it was he largely let the skepticism she was showing slide. Of course he realized he’d sucked all the fun out of the situation so he just smiled at her, “You’re right though….I’m not really THAT much older than I look.” After all she clearly wasn’t going to buy that he was over 1,300 years old. “How old do I look by the way? I’m always curious how old people think I am….”
Admittedly he was fairly taken aback at her reaction the question. Of course people thought it was about them, she had taken a picture of them. Tilting his head as she spoke he took in all that she said, he was actually impressed by her vision, “Well then…I suppose….I should compliment your vision. You are clearly very talented.” He gave her another smile, “And you’re more than welcome to keep the photo. Though if it’s possible I’m sure my mother would like a copy of it….”
Lilo tilted her head slightly, considering the question with care. Age was a touchy subject for most people, and while she was fine to disagree with his opinions she didn’t necessarily want to offend him. “19 at the youngest, 23 or 24 at the oldest.” She muttered hastily, hoping that they didn’t have to dwell on that topic for too long. Once, she’d gotten Nani a birthday card — said Happy thirty-second Birthday, she had only been turning twenty-sixth, to say she was moderately offended would have been a huge understatement. Her hands messed with the camera again, smiling uncertainly. “Least that’s how old ya look,” She said shrugged, looks were occasionally deceiving.
She shrugged,” It’s just a hobby,” Lilo supplied, shrugging her shoulder loosely. It embarrassed her to dwell on it, which was why she spoke of it to hardly anyone. Especially people around her own age. She was always afraid that they wouldn’t understand … it wasn’t a common trait that was shared among her peers. She didn’t need another thing Myrtle could use against her. “Of course!” Lilo said, rummaging through her bag for a moment before pulling out an old receipt and a marker. “Just write her E-Mail down here.”