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Post by karma on Jun 5, 2012 6:08:11 GMT -5
DANCE, DANCE REVOLUTION!!! A loud voice boomed from the huge machine. He was next in line and got onto the small dancing area, looking at the board and picked out what kind of music he wanted and waited for it to begin. Once it did though, he took off, stomping on the correct arrows like a pro and the crowd started cheering. Once he was done, the game announced that he did a perfect combo and gave him a very high school. He stepped off the area and went over to where his friends were. They were the members of his band; all had the scene hair, piercings, tattoos and wore something from hot topic. Perfect score? One asked and smirked. Karma just smirked back and tried to sit down in his friends lap who was trying to get him off. I thought we had something special! Karma cried out playfully. Course they always attract some unwanted attention from people...guess everyone thought they were gay with one another or something. Karma was bi-sexual, but he had never really been with another guy before, he just found guys to be attractive as much or maybe even more than women. Lately he had been to busy to even date anyone with his job and band. Karma left his friends to play a game of pac-man, he had to wait in line because their was another boy in-front of him and took out his cellphone, starting to play around with it as he waited.
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Post by Brandon Delvecchio on Jun 5, 2012 21:25:50 GMT -5
Brandon spent all afternoon playing on the buckets downtown. He watched as the crowds gather around him and the little kids danced to the beats he was producing. He concentrated as he watched people toss all types of donations in the buckets, and he knew he wouldn't be hungry tonight. He played for a while till his wrists started hurting and he got up putting all the paper donations in his pockets. He walked across the street to the store and grabbed a Gatorade and then returned to his post on the busy street corner. He removed his shirt and smirked at the lovely feeling of the sun warming his back. Brandon went into his marine survival pack and grabbed some medical tape and wrapped each of his wrists. He'd play for just one more hour. The small boy picked up his drum sticks and moved close to his bucket set and moved around a couple pots and pans for a different beat. He began to play again watching the crowd gather while he was in his zone. Brandon played and played his heart out watching the money float and be passed into his donation bucket and when he was done he got up and gathered his drum set and put them into his wheeling card. Brandon took out all the dollars and change before shifting through the quarters. He'd go play at the arcade for a bit.
He walked into an alley stashing his buckets behind s little hole in one of the fences he knew as safe and made his way to the arcade. He saw a homeless guy along the way and he reached into his pocket pulling out a 5 and handed it to him offering a friendly smile. He banked at least a hundred what was 5 bux to him? Brandon walked into the arcade and looked around seeing the usual geeks, playing their hearts out and he played a bit at the driving games. He then walked over to the Pac man machine and played, he kept inserting quarters getting a high score. He was always a pro at this game. He played for a bit and when he was done he turned around and bumped into an older guy. He seemed to be covered in art, tattoo art and it caused Brandon to smile. "That's some pretty awesome art you got there, they all mean something to you, or just do them out of impulse and desire?" Brandon asked trying to make casual conversation. It hit him, he was pretty sure this boy was in the senior class at Degrassi. Brandon held the straps to his marine pack and looked over the tattoos smiling at how good the artist must have been for these to look this sick. |
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Post by karma on Jun 5, 2012 21:45:12 GMT -5
When he felt someone bump him, he looked up to find it was the boy who was in-front of him. He wasn't sure if the bump was intentional or by accident, but he kept his eyes on the other. The boy was rather cute, but looked way to young for him to even take a interest.
The boy opened his mouth and started to try and make some small talk about his tats. Looking down over his arms that were exposed, he glanced back up at the kid. Most mean something......some though I got out of impulse.....I think two of them I got when I got wasted. He said.
My brother did them. He said. He had drawn out the tattoos and shown them to his brother. It was from then on that his brother hired him to be the tattoo drawer, it paid alot of money because people would actually come in and ask him to draw something, but they don't even get a tat. That was just how good he was.
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Post by Brandon Delvecchio on Jun 6, 2012 14:33:34 GMT -5
Brandon listened to the other boy speak and he nodded a little crossing his arms over his chest. "Yeah, I know how that feels, impulse the only reason I have my tongue and eyebrow pierced." Brandon said looking up at the boy. Brandon was only 16 or he might have gotten some ink, he really didn't hang out in one place long enough to make friends that would do them under the table. Brandon looked around the room watching the Asian kids from school dominate the DDR machine. He smiled a bit, it must have took a lot of practice to be that good and to do tricks on the mat. Brandon shifted his eyes back to the scene looking boy. "I'm Brandon by the way, I think I've seen you floating around school you go to Degrassi?" Brandon asked cocking his head offering a friendly smile.
He adjusted the straps to his pack and clipped it around his waist and then reached into his pocket pulling out a quarter looking over at a gumball machine he walked over and put the coin in watching it spin round and round til it hit the bottom and he reached down and picked it up popping it into his mouth. He walked back to the older boy. "I didn't catch your name?" He said trying to get past introductions. |
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Post by karma on Jun 6, 2012 16:12:43 GMT -5
Names Karma.....and yeah I go to Degrassi, I'm a senior. He said and smiled.
He looked over to the DDR machine, watching some Asian kids dominating the game. They were always good at it, better than him and his friends. Speaking of his friends...he looked past Brandon to watch them try and steal some coins from a machine, shaking his head and looked back to Brandon.
You look really young...how old are you? He asked.
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