Asher``Eating Ghosts and Fruit

[viper]

``Nice legs, Daisy dukes, Makes a man go whoo-whoo

That's the way they all come through Like whoo-whoo whoo-whoo Low-cut, see-through shirts That make you whoo-whoo That's the way she come through Like whoo-whoo whoo-whoo

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Quarter four. Quarter seven. Quarter eleven. Quarter twenty. Minx sighed as she took the millionth journey towards the machine that took her money and converted it into shiny corners that she continued to waste on useless arcade games. Every moment she stood in front of the illuminated screens, the pixelated images dancing across her corneas, Minx felt her IQ slipping away from her perfectly proportioned female brain. She pulled her wallet from her back pocket, as she was currently without a purse, and opened it regretfully. Some people gambled, Minx spent her time at the local arcade. Both being useless ways to waste hard earned money. Sighing again, nonchalantly, she pulled a few singles from her wallet and converted them into hard, cold quarters. As soon as her fingers touched the ridges, she felt the itch to thrust it into the slot of the nearest arcade game.

Finally making her way back to the machine she was currently attacking, she placed her hands on either side of the machine, staring at the screen and watching as each character was introduced, one by one. Glaring at it, she felt the anxiety set in as her fingers tapped the side of the machine. She was perpetually beaten by this machine, but no more. This time, she would triumph. She would be swift with the joystick, and clever in her routes through the little dots, avoiding the colored ghosts, devouring them when they were blue. Oh yes, this time, she would triumph.

The quarter fell into the slot with ease, just as it should. However, she took this as a challenge. Nothing was easy and as infantile as it was, not even this old fashioned PacMan game. She listened to the taunting start up music and tapped the top of the game, taking her stance in front of the game, her hand placed firmly on the yellow joystick.

"Ohh. This time, this time, little yellow man, you are under my control, and we shall win," she mumbled as the screen blared start. With every movement she made with the joystick, she exemplified with her body. If she turned right, her body swayed swiftly right, if she turned left, her body swiveled to the left and so forth. Every time she was directly followed by one of the ghosts, she couldn't breathe, and every time they transformed into a blue color and she chomped them down her animated throat, she felt smug. "Little bastards had it comin'," she blurted as she ate one, her scottish accent thick on her words as she spoke.

[ASHER HART ELLIS]

He needed to cool off. Really needed to, before he did something stupid. Not that Asher was unfamiliar with doing stupid things. He was practically the king of it. And really, the situation was nothing new either. Asher and his brother fought all the time. All the time. They were too different from each other, Aiden being the golden boy and Asher being the son his father wished he never had. It was one thing to know you were a disappointment, but an entirely different thing to hear someone else say it to you. To hear those words that had been repeated in your head so many times out loud. It made his teeth grind together, made every vein in his body burn like the fire he controlled. He wanted to shout or destroy something. Instead, he did something unwise; he decided to go out.

It wasn’t smart, not when Asher was so unstable at the moment. But he felt the need to get out of the Ellis household, away from anyone who was related to him. It was suffocating, really, being in a house that contained people who were so full of themselves. And he felt as if he needed fresh air so he wasn’t pacing in the house like a caged animal. Asher wasn’t even sure where he was going at first, with his head down and his hands shoved in his pockets. People moved out of his way, realizing that they could either do that or get run over. Then he found himself in front of the arcade, hand resting on the handle of the door.

Even as a child, Asher would run to the arcade whenever he was upset. There was just something soothing about the machines and the metallic music that blared from them, the jingle of coins in hands, groans of disappointment and shouts of success. He really shouldn’t find so much solace in a place like this, yet he found himself here time and time again. Sure, the visits have gotten less frequent as Asher got older and as he had found other ways to cope. But not today, not after the argument with his brother. Asher needed to feel some sort of connection before he lost himself and apparently the arcade was the place for that.

The young man walked through the door, the atmosphere that washed over him as comforting as a child’s blanket. He headed straight for the PacMan game – his favorite. There was only one issue; some girl was already there playing it. Out of all the games in the arcade, why this one? Asher stood back, far enough that he wasn’t breathing over the girl’s shoulder but still in her personal space bubble. He kept his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat, aiming a look at the girl as if to say, What do you think you’re doing?

[JURATE]

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