Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 21
YEN : 10,000
PLAYED BY : frost
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Post by KESSHO EIEN on Nov 10, 2016 0:04:13 GMT -5
A COLD RAIN IS FALLING BGM: Shining Collection(Gravitation)Colorful lights flashed across the arcade, the sounds of various games and their music echoing off the walls as patrons hustled and bustled in and out of the establishment. One of the more popular cabinets was a famed rhythm game renowned throughout the world. And honestly, who could blame the fans for saying so? Dance Dance Revolution was one of the few games that introduced body movement in participating in the gameplay - something that people could use to incorporate physical exercise as well as test their coordination skills. But you already knew all of that, didn't you? There was one patron in particular currently who had taken up quite some time on one of the machines, the sound of his feet tapping upon the tiles barely audible in comparison to the beats of the song playing from the machines' speakers. Kessho Eien, eighteen-year-old young man who worked as an idol since the age of ten. It was only natural that this man would excel at a game that was all about rhythm. Singing, dancing, and acting. These were all things that came with the job of working in the industry as an idol. And honestly, he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Well, save for his love of Air Trecks. But that was a completely different beast altogether. But that's a story for another time. The movement of Kessho's feet were swift and fluid, his body moving in tandem, treating it no different than if he were actually on a stage before a live audience. His body swayed to and fro as the music's tempo took hold, a bright smile curled upon his lips as a stick of Pocky sat clenched between his teeth, blue eyes fixated upon the screen as he timed his every step with each one on-screen. His score only continued to climb higher and higher, a series of "Perfect!"s and "Flawless!!" coming one after the other. The young man had managed to draw in quite a crowd, as most people who enjoyed the game tended to do when one already occupied the machine. The young man was quite the spectacle it seemed, working the entirety of two dance pads as his dance floor. Then again, it was hard for one not to feel the urge to dance with the song choice that was playing. At long last, the song would finally come to a close, and Kessho's performance ended in tandem, an arm shooting up into the air with a clenched fist, as though the young man had claimed victory over a hard-fought battle. Considering how many steps he had made per minute, it wasn't terribly far from the truth in his book. WITHOUT YOU, I'M STRUGGLING, MY LOVE MADE BY ★MEULK
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Tuner
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 13
YEN : 10,000
PLAYED BY : GEM
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Post by TAKEO TSUGUHITO on Nov 10, 2016 19:43:00 GMT -5
[attr="class","bfbase"] [attr="class","bftop"] [attr="class","bficon"] [attr="class","bfboxbase"] 호르몬 전쟁 [attr="class","bfbox"]School was over. Nii-san was looking after the shop. That meant the ginger was free to do as he pleased for the remainder of the day! The excitement that swelled within the belly of the boisterous beast named Takeo was immense. So much so, if he didn't release it soon, he would surely burst into nothing more than a pile of confetti. Well, that's what he assumed would happen anyway, one too many cartoons and being an impressionable soul. After leaving the all male school's grounds, Takeo took off to find the first secluded area he could. An alleyway proved to be the first location that he sought refuge within. Not because he was running away from anyone, on the contrary, he was trying to run to someone. Or well, something to be precise.
His loafers came off and his Tool Toul tote in backpack form had opened up. The teen slipped his footwear into the bag and replaced them with his A•Ts. Slipping them quickly onto his feet, a Cheshire grin curled at his lips. This would be much faster than catching the subway or the train. Nipponbashi was a literal hop, skip, and jump away using these bad boys. Not being a pro storm rider or anything of that nature, the boy had been taught by his older brother and he was quite well off in the skates. In tandem with his tuner ability, he reckoned himself to be a threat. Of course, he wouldn't say such things around the pro Storm Riders. Lest they show him up and he landed flat on his ass.
But he couldn't help it. He had always been told to spread his wings. And wings, well, they were made to fly.
Takeo rolled the wheels of his A•Ts against the ground below. Looking up to the sky and chuckling before taking off. Kicking his feet as frequently as he could before taking leaps into the air. Wheels skidding across sturdy buildings as to propel the boy skyward. He wouldn't stop until he high-fived the heavens! Or, y'know, arrived at his destination.
The duration of his trip consisted of risque flips and A•T powered parkour. Making sure to be as elusive as possible until he arrived at his destination. Nipponbashi. The district for the inner and outer otaku. Takeo's kind of people. They always welcomed him by his gamer tag, Takecareyo. It was nice to be welcomed and liked among them. So much so, it felt like any time he arrived, there was someone waiting to play him at a game. Card, electronic, you name it. And any other day, The ginger would have happily obliged. But, after taking off his skates and switching them out for his loafers, he had to decline. Tunnel vision rang, reminding him of his prior engagement.
Strolling into one of the many arcades that laced the place, His bright amber hues darted about the scene. Where was it? He had heard from some of the guy's at school that there was a new Dance machine in place. And he wanted to try it out. Well, in truth, he wanted to be the first to do so. But school quickly washed that dream down the drain. Gutter bound with no hope of savior. So, he settled for simply playing it. Curiosity took the lead as his feet moved on their own. Leading him closer to the desired attraction.
That's when he saw it.
Bright lights, addictive catchy tune blasting from it as the epicenter. He found it. And well, he would have had a much happier expression had it not been for someone already sing and playing it. Dammit. That meant he would have to wait. His posture slouched in exasperation. Why now, of all times..? Could this person hurry it up? Takeo didn't have all day to just stand around an—oh, hey, he was pretty good.
Eyes watched on, body growing excited, anxious. He wanted to play it so bad. But for some reason, he liked watching this person's feet become slave to the rhythm. It was amusing in a manner that the teen couldn't explain. His heart beat quickened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he decided to vocalize his excitement. "Go go go!!" A fist raised skyward. This guy was going to get a high score for sure! And sure enough, he did just that. Matching the gesture Takeo had done prior with his completion. "You're pretty good. You play these often?" He spoke out, taking a step onto the second player platform of the game. Slowly removing his school blazer and laying it onto the machine. "Too tired to play another round~?"
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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 21
YEN : 10,000
PLAYED BY : frost
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Post by KESSHO EIEN on Nov 10, 2016 20:36:37 GMT -5
A COLD RAIN IS FALLING "You're pretty good. You play these often?" The sound of a voice accompanied by feet stepping upon the dance pad beside him met his ears. Looks like he would have himself a dance partner. Looking over, for some reason he expected it to be someone around his height. However, he instead found himself looking up at the ginger-headed male beside him, his expression nearly turning to one of shock and annoyance at first. Yet another person who was taller than himself. Dammit, what was it with all the guys he came across feeling like giants in comparison to him?! It wasn't fair! Why couldn't have he been born with genes to make him taller?! After a brief moment of griping and grousing in his mind, he'd pass a smile to the taller guy who seemed to be giving him a rather smug grin As he continued with a question. "Too tired to play another round~?" Kessho's ears seemed to twitch upon hearing those words. Oh? Was this guy challenging him? Normally, Kessho would have felt a bit heated about someone trying to contend with him. Then again, that was typically within the industry of his work. That was always to be expected. However, since it was over a friendly game of DDR, there was no real harm behind it. It just meant he'd have to show the guy what he was getting himself into. But instead of showing any signs of anger or annoyance, he would meet that grin with one of his own, finishing the stick of Pocky in his mouth in one go before pulling out another one with his teeth as he spoke. "Heeh~? I'm only getting started! The better question is if you can keep up? I do this for a living!" he stated with pride behind his voice. He'd take a moment to stretch himself side to side, dipping down to a quick squat before jumping back to his feet, a hand gesturing for the ginger to go ahead and make his selection. "Go ahead! Pick your poison. I'll take you on."TAKEO TSUGUHITO WITHOUT YOU, I'M STRUGGLING, MY LOVE MADE BY ★MEULK
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Tuner
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 13
YEN : 10,000
PLAYED BY : GEM
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Post by TAKEO TSUGUHITO on Nov 15, 2016 18:37:53 GMT -5
[attr="class","bfbase"] [attr="class","bftop"] [attr="class","bficon"] [attr="class","bfboxbase"] 호르몬 전쟁 [attr="class","bfbox"]Ah, so this guy was fit for excessive dancing then huh? Excellent! That would make the entire venture all the more entertaining. It wasn't what he had planned on getting into that day. His original plans were to simply play the game alone and rack up all of the high scores. Then well, leave and probably grab a snack of some sort. But, this was a very nice change of pace. The tuner would admit that. These games were always more fun playing alongside another individual. The thrill of competition, he assumed. It made him work harder. Focus on the beat and rhythm, tuning the outside world and it's distractions out. He had a reputation to keep up after all. "You got it~" He retorted in jest, foot tapping against the arrows on the dance pad. Listening to snippets of the songs before he finally selected a [song] of choice. It only took a moment for the infectious beat to begin and the arrows to ascend to the top. With a nod, he clinched his teeth and let a grin of sheer determination expose his confidence as he began to step in tune. Legs and feet moving from sheer memory and will to become victorious. That, and well, this song was really addictive! It was one of his top five if he had to choose only five of them. This installment of the game had surely been tailored to the players, that's for sure. A warm smile of competitive friendship and thumbs up would meet the other before the games began. The song had been selected and it was apparent that the two weren't going to cut each other any slack in their choices. Which was perfect. Takeo wanted to earn this win. Not be given a hand out. Whatever song played, the red head would do everything in his power to keep up. Losing was not an option. The notes began to fly in at their usual rapid and almost blink-of-an-eye pace. They played this game on levels in which only the cream of the crop dared to venture. Feet moving at break neck speeds to tap at the arrows as they flashed below. Hips swaying and hands moving in performing fashion. All the while, the prospect of getting one "good" or "great" being his demise loomed within his thoughts. But his face never showed it, rather, his visage remained sturdy and showed his wrought iron will and flame of passion. The song he had chosen was not meant to deter the ice blue haired male from the path to victory. But instead, it was used as a muse multiplier for the tuner himself. Takeo usually chose songs that he personally had a connection with. The infectious tunes he couldn't stop humming for hours after hearing them. The more he liked the song, the easier and more fluid his movements in landing on the arrows in tune with the screen to land "perfects" instead of landing "goods" and "greats". Which was exactly what he was going to have to do to keep ahead of his competition. It was clear this guy could match his energy levels with ease, which seemed to be a feat for most people. But this guy seemed to do it effortlessly and effectively. And that caused Takeo to grow even more pumped in the engaging of the dance competitions. Feet continued to pound against the pads below. Rhythmic, and as precise as they could be. Takeo took into consideration all of the factors that could very well cause his untimely demise. If his loafer moved the slightest of centimeters from the center of the arrow pad, that would cause a deduction in the optimal amount of points he could earn. So his moves had to be fluid. Sharp and accurate but smooth and fluid. It sounded like an impossible task when he went over it within his head. But in actuality, it seemed as if he had been doing a decent job so far. All it took was imagining that he was on stage, performing for a cheering crowd. Microphone to his lips and the lights shining down on him. His imagination was quite vivid. Maybe too vivid at times. Numbers growing higher and higher. He dared not look over at the others screen. For the fear of discouragement would stunt his progress for sure. It was best to just simply continue on with the thoughts of being neck and neck. Even if that wan't the case. Strands of red-orange hair alongside the bangs against his forehead bounced and swirled in rhythm with his movements. "You're even better than you looked. I'm impressed!" He spoke over the music and between breaths. 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Storm Rider
STATUS : OFFLINE
POSTS : 21
YEN : 10,000
PLAYED BY : frost
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Post by KESSHO EIEN on Nov 16, 2016 0:28:51 GMT -5
A COLD RAIN IS FALLING The upbeat tune started pumping from the speakers of the machine, Kessho closing those blue eyes as he began bobbing his head in time with the beat. His right leg soon began thumping lightly upon the panel before the arrows made their appearance in tandem with the song. Legs and feet began moving, as well as his arms. While most people merely stepped on the panels, Kessho had the confidence, and ability to go into a full on dance. Each of his moves resonated with the song's rhythm, each note successfully landed reading with either "perfect" or flawless". Every step, every movement held a flair of its own, some seeming like masculine movements, others feminine. Some even seemed to almost tell the story the song spoke of. As the crowd of patrons watched the pair in awe, the bluenette couldn't help but giggle to himself softly, unable to help but admire the ginger-haired male for this opportunity. How long had it been since he was able to experience a fun time with another person outside of work? It seemed like ages ago since he last had an encounter like this. Not to mention, that this guy was actually a decent player He may not have been getting perfect scores like Kessho, but that didn't change the fact that he was determined to keep up with the idol in steps and score. Not bad. Not bad at all. The scores continued to count higher and higher, his sneakers tip-tapping upon the panels in sync with the music, his body constantly moving in a fluid motion as he danced, twirled, and posed upon the dance pad. They were nearing the halfway point of the song, when the ginger-haired male spoke up over the music. "You're even better than you looked. I'm impressed!Kessho couldn't help but put on a small grin, chuckling softly at the compliment before making his reply. "Haha. I told you, I do this for a living. Along with singing. And acting. And some other neat stuf."TAKEO TSUGUHITO WITHOUT YOU, I'M STRUGGLING, MY LOVE MADE BY ★MEULK
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