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Post by Minori Rimasono on Nov 25, 2011 14:23:04 GMT -5
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Minori sat on a metal bench in the middle of the mall. Her long blonde hair pulled back in the usual ponytail with a large white bow. Dressed in a sandy brown jaket that covered her dark blue dress and knee high socks and perfectly polished black dress shoes her small form stood out in the crowd that consumed the large building. She was a fifteen year old girl with french and japanese blood in her veins. Fluent in English, French, Japanese, and German the young teen was a student that sat at the top of her class. She was a future performer, mainly because she was trained in classical violen as well as the self defense skills of martial arts; judo to be exact.
Although this perfect little child was also a the consumption of a sinful affair between her married father and loving mother. Her father who was a very wealthy business man gave her the foundation any child would dream of for a successful future as well as much more than the adverage child would ever dream of. It was because of this that the young Minori Rimasono was also a very spoiled young lady as well.
Minori got up from the bench and walked into the store across from her way. A video game store that held everything possible for the adverage nerd. Although she hated this setting personally. She was here to pass the time and maybe find something for the half-brother she had from her father's side of her family.
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Post by Takeuchi Chiasa on Nov 25, 2011 18:54:29 GMT -5
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[/div] There's nothing you could say, Nothing you could do, There's no other way when it comes to the truth So keep holding on
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So. Many. Games.
Chiasa hadn't been to the mall in ages, especially not the game store. She had last been here to pick up her copy of Skyrim, which had been less than a month ago. To Chiasa, not going to the game store at least once a week meant the last time she had been there had been ages ago. She was currently obsessing over the latest titles for the 360. She wasn't a fan of the Wii or Sony, and portable gaming wasn't really that fun to her.
The eighteen-year-old was squealing with delight when her eyes settled on the Skyrim game guide. She already had the Collector's edition that came with a large concept art book, map, and dragon statue, but not this. Chiasa flipped through the pages eagerly but careful not to tear any of them. It was cheap enough to get, along with a couple other games that were on sale, but she debated. Most of the information in here she already knew. However, being a big fan of Skyrim, she decided to get it for the sentimental value.
Shuffling over to the shelves full of Xbox games, she couldn't hold herself back and pressed herself right up to them, reading the titles and backs carefully. The jingle noise of someone walking into the store caught her attention for a moment, diverting her gaze to a small girl who had walked into the store. She bounced over to her, the Skyrim guide under her arm.
"Ah! Hello! Are you lost? Or are you looking for a game about princesses? I can help you."
Chiasa didn't work at the store, but with her attitude, it sure sounded like she did.
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Post by Minori Rimasono on Nov 25, 2011 21:58:07 GMT -5
Minori looked up at the weirdo that approached her. They wanted to know if she wanted a princess game? As if. She hated video games AND lazy gamers too. Honestly she thought games were a useless waste of time....but she would humor this person for the time being. Although she knew exactly what game her older brother wanted. Gears of War 3.
It was an action packed military based strategy game. He loved to play games with action and he enjoyed them even more when they were in first person view point. She may look young, but the teen knew what she was after. Eventhough she didn't like it for herself, she loved the way her brother's face would light up when she brought him a game.
Minori observed the person in front of her. Whoever this girl was...she was lazy and a bit annoying and obviously didnt work here. "Umm...no thank you. I know what I'm here for." She then walked over to the game section for the 360 games. Instantly she found the title of games she was searching for and grabbed it. Observing the case, she was absolutely certain that this was the game she needed.
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