MANCAVE [OPEN!!]

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WHO: Hiruma Youichi, Hell Towers residents, YOU??? Lyrics and name aside, both guys AND gals are allowed! ANYONE.
WHERE: MANCAVE. HELL TOWERS. BROOKLYN.
WHEN: Freitag! Tonight! 8? 9? I forgot when I put the time for starting.
WARNINGS: Rated H for Hiruma. Underage drinking, gambling, and all the other fun stuff that an "H" rating implies!
SUMMARY: The MANCAVE is now finished! Time to break it in, party style.
FORMAT: YOUR MOTHER.



The rec room on the 10th floor of Hell Towers, or The Mancave as Hiruma had lovingly christened it, was finally finished after months of construction. Delays had been few, despite earthquakes and missile attacks. Hiruma found himself still upset as he laid out some of the finger foods he'd purchased for the occasion. He had really liked that girl, and now she was gone, ported out right from under his nose before he had really fessed up to her. Would she ever come back? If she did, would she remember him? Youichi usually wasn't one to mourn for things that could have been, but he just couldn't pull himself out of the emotional hole that had been dug. He was hoping this party would fix that.

The first person to arrive was the hired barkeep, who Hiruma didn't feel like speaking to beyond basic instructions. He had to finish putting together a second pool table before the real guests arrived. Not to mention make sure all the hidden cameras were functioning... after all, no reason to miss out on possibly useful information.

But, for the most part, the mancave was complete. The TV was huge, LCD, complete with a combination bluray/DVD player and a cabinet full of movies next to it. There were extra chairs in addition to the comfortable furniture available and plates of typical party fare laid out on the tables. The walls were, of course, plastered with things Hiruma liked; mostly posters of football teams and players. There was a print of that famous painting of the dogs playing poker. A jukebox in the arcade room was playing lively music and contained everything from American classic rock and metal to Japanese pop. The arcade machines were set to accept quarters as credits; a reduced price tonight of just 25 cents a play!

But in all honesty, Hiruma didn't care if anyone showed up at all. He could have fun all by himself.

Or at least that's what he told himself.

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[whatselfcontrol.livejournal.com]

"Ka! Not worth it," he huffed, turning his back on Hiruma in a deliberately over-exaggerated snub. "I wouldn't want to break you."

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"Che, sissy. You just know I'd kick yer butt."

Hiruma leaned on the machine and watched. He wasn't too good at videogames, really. He preferred to watch other people play, rather than play himself.

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"Would not! I could take ya any day!"

Rui started the game again, choosing a new character this time. He took great satisfaction in winning the next three rounds in quick succession. Holding up another quarter, he flicked it at Hiruma.

"C'mon, one round."

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"In a real fight?! Tch! Your crappy street punk style ain't nothin' compared to real martial arts!" One thing Hiruma was pretty proud of; how quickly he'd picked up on and mastered Melee's martial training.

He watched, taking in Rui's strategies and his play style, though mostly to keep his mind occupied. Hiruma snatched the coin out of midair and rolled his eyes, then popped the coin into the slot.

"You know I'm not good at these fucking things," he grumbled as he looked through the characters before selecting the token buff main character. His stats were the most well rounded.

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Yeah, well...! Okay he had nothing for that one. Stupid martial arts training. Took all the fun out of a good dirty scrap.

"Obviously," he said with a rather devilish grin. His character of choice wasn't the strongest, but had the advantage of speed and the fact that Rui actually knew the combos available. The round began, and he threw out some of his better starter moves, determined to at least have one small victory over Hiruma tonight.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Nothing wrong with putting a dirty fighter in their place using some real moves.

Hiruma didn't say anything, just growled and hissed and sneered at the screen. He didn't have any idea how to use the combos, just mashed the buttons as fast as he could. It worked, for a little while. Until a combo from Rui's character knocked his off his feet. "Augh! Dammit! Get the fuck up!" he wriggled the joystick furiously.

[whatselfcontrol.livejournal.com]

Quickly pressing his advantage, Rui cackled and focused on keeping Hiruma's character down until he'd beaten the other thoroughly.

"Ha!"

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Hiruma growled as his character was down for the first round. He kicked the machine and didn't even bother with picking it back up again. "Tch. I hate this game."

[whatselfcontrol.livejournal.com]

Rui rolled his eyes and flicked his tongue at Hiruma. "Sore loser," he accused, picking up the machine and righting it.

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"Damn right I am!! I don't play games I can't win!" He found a perch on another machine and pursed out his lower lip in an obvious pout. He even folded his ears to match. He hated losing. SO much. But video games, despite his nimble fingers, were just not something that appealed to him.

[whatselfcontrol.livejournal.com]

Rui really had to wonder if Hiruma knew how good he looked when he was pouting. He considered for a moment pushing his luck, but it was a considerably temporary thing and Hiruma'd probably end up kicking his ass or worse, kneeing him in the groin for seeing him as any kind of vulnerable. Damn.

"That's never been true," he scoffed instead. "What, ya thought ya were winnin' all those games before ya got Eyeshield on your team?"

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

He probably did have an idea, somewhere in the back of his mind. Though this pout was genuine. As for the rest, all true. Rui would get his ass kicked. But Hiruma did love when other people took initiative...

"There was always a nonzero chance, even if it was tiny!!" He gestured at the machines, "There's a nonzero chance on these, too, but they're not NEARLY fun enough to make me care."

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"Ya just need ta practice more," Rui smirked. "It's fun if ya win." He leaned against the Tekken machine, arms folded over his chest. "Besides, it's not like we get to play half as much football here as we do back home."

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Hiruma put his fingers on his forehead and ran them through his hair, looking frustrated. "That's mostly my fault. I haven't been advertising nearly enough and I've been way too lenient on practices," he groaned and sneered a bit, "But this place ain't exactly home, where the worst thing we have to worry about is a fucking thunderstorm. Training should be hard, but not deadly."