"Can You Resist My Resistance?"• • •
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" . . . That b***h! " Underneath a pitiful exhale slowly blowing from his lips his words gingerly followed. The outcome struck him like he lost the gold during the Olympic. His head fall without resistance and silently bobbled in a dangle as his brothers words touched his sensitives eardrums. How could the time had ran out? Tempest knew he had a couple of more seconds. He plans his moves precisely down to the last second. Cammy was going to be kicked and that last bar of health was going to drop! The nerve Shima had to challenge Chun Li's speed and those enchanting limbs. He was a fool and Tempest was about to school him. He knew it! " You got lucky f**! " He replied as his head kept in his defeated dangle. Them plum shaded strands left Tempest's expression a mystery to his brother. Underneath the veil of his scattered hairs. His teary eyes would struggle holding on to the tears and keep them from strolling down his pale cheeks. He took a lost hard. Failure was not an option. Beneath his veil of frustrated mumbles and broken breaths from exhaustion. His studied the battle in his head. Where did he go wrong and why couldn't he drain that last bit of health from Cammy's manlike body. He searched his memory bank until the fight replayed in his head like a recorded television show. He couldn't find his mistakes. Shima kept him on the defense as much as he back. They were evenly matched but Tempest did not want to accept the truth. He was tired of second place and although the outcome was indeed a tie. Because of Shima obvious older age. He'll technology be crowned winner. His Giant Gentle a**! " Pffft! "
"What's over there...?" The Arcade was loud, filled with energetic children running about, screaming and joyous laughing. He almost kept his head down. He wasn't sure puzzled filled voice came from his brother or one of the curious little kids that ran near. He wanted to the ignore to the words but the sole sense to know something caused his gentle plum strands to drift in the wake of his shifting head. To his surprise his brother was already on the march. That b***h was going to just leave him!? Oh now he was truly pissed. He jumped out of his seat. His loose fitting close ruffled in the resisting breeze trying to stop his body from breaking its airy current. He'll teach him to just leave him upset. Some older brother he was! " Hmpt! I'm hungry! " He'd cried while casually leaning back while he pressed behind his brother. His hands met the inside of his pockets and in his strut. He never once looked from the floor. He wasn't worthy of holding his head high. He was a failure. He kept his blind struts until his foolish ignorance brought him to crash into his brother while he stood amazed by the Holographic Stage. " What where you stand you Big a** Tree! " His collection of tall jokes were endless it seem. Gathering some distance him Shima. Tempest eyes wouldn't glance towards the screen until he readied himself to jump at his brother just out of pure foolishness and frustration. " I'm tired of y- " He'd went to scream. However as his words met lips. The volume in which his voice cast outward had subdued to just a distance whisper. " . . . . Amazing . . . . " He mused in awe. Spheres of finest wine widen to the breathtaking screens. His mouth dropped from the disbelief in what he saw. " What show is this . . . ? " He asked Shima with his childish innocence spreading out from within his deranged heart.
Those people moved like they were airless. He flew like he could fly on the breeze and drift on the everlasting winds. They hopped from pillar pillar. This was a platform styled battle. Tempest's steady studying hues paid careful attention. He couldn't answer his countless questions that started to drown his mind but neither did he want them answered at the time. He just wanted to watch and watch he did. " Shoot at him again! " Boorishly his voice would sudden fill the environment. His body now bounced in place as his excitement started to elevate. " Shima! Do you see them!? That's ******** amazing! " His anger had completely vanished. The misfortune of before was now overtaken by the thrill of this moment. By force he took hold of Shima's hand and moved forward. His brother kind guy attitude wouldn't dare resist the urgency of a child. " Come on! " He'd commanded. He kept his hold on his brother until they made it to the two kids they just had the pleasure of watching. Disrupting them out of their cries with his own two cents about the battle. His first impression wouldn't be remembered kindly. " Man! You two suck! " Spoke the boy who was completely unaware of how the game was even played. " Get off the controllers! Its our turn! " Only once them words left his mouth, his grip to Shima hand would release. Shoving them long arms forward. He split them inbetween the two terrible playing boys and then pushed them out the way. " Shima! You ready to try this out Man? " Inspired by the new game and the new chance to finally break his brother's "Luck". He knew he grasped to games quicker than Frankenstein. He had this in the bag. Heading over to the helmets. He picked up his and then took hold of his brother's. " Here, " He mused as he came to look toward his brother direction. Handling the helmet toward him. There would be a sudden hesitant that would cause Tempest hand to stop midway. The large screen televisions lit up the Arcade as the information started to scan into its software. Then in a moment notice. A new picture would lay across the large screens and in a columns on the bottom. Words ran across giving those had unfortunately could not hear well, the chance to read up on the news. [ Little Ame's Night's [News][Parts War] Livestream From Hurricane Bridge Thread ]
As the words ran across the screen. The recording was what truly interested the bewitched teen. In an instant he went quiet. His mouth came to a settle close and his body stopped its bouncy hop in a silent postage. The helmet dangled in lifeless fingers. His eyes were glued to the screens. Already two out of the three that was partaking in the event dashed off giving the cameras a show to record. " Woah! Shima . . . " From his stunned body his voice would cast in its curious filled whispers. His expression was dull and still. Deadpan to total belief this child was far from completely being frozen. Orbs bathing in the coolest shade of periwinkle stared bright and wondrous with life overfilling those observing beauties. " We're going . . . right? " Never once did his eyes leave the screen as his puzzling question met with reality and lingered in his brother's hands. Tempest wouldn't even give his brother the pleasure of looking for an excuse. Letting the decision rest on time. He dropped the helmet back from where he picked it up from and then gather his things. In seconds he was too his brothers side. His head completely tilted upwards, arms hugged tight to his lengthy body, and his eyes were as wide and open as this arcade. " . . . . Pleaseeeeee . . . " He asked in one slow and exhaling breath. Surely Shima couldn't say no to him after using the word please. He knew how much he despised lowering himself to ask people an authority typed question. Deep within where his true self rested hidden from outside world. He dared his brother to answer with an no. Yet he realized as he stared toward Shima longer. He too carried a high interest with the situation. Something told him Shima couldn't resist neither. At least he hoped that what he was reading from his Gentle Giant of a sibling.
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