[While everyone's out and about doing actual useful, healthy things, Baroona's standing in front of an arcade fighting machine, watching as various fights play out, showcasing the characters' special moves. While some of the movesets are plainly ridiculous, he can't help but be intrigued by the ones he doesn't know. After a quick glance around to make sure no one's watching, he starts to practice them, following the movements closely and studiously.
Until someone inevitably comes up behind him, that is. Then he'll clear his throat and pat the machine as if he knows what he's doing with it, faking cool.]
b.
[You know what sucks? The future. You know what sucks about the future? Vending machines. It's an odd problem, really. Baroona's had trouble with machines before for being too complex but this one is almost too simple. It's just a lonesome box, staring at him, filled with miscellaneous treasures-one of which he desperately needs. The problem is, he has no idea how to get to them, even after a good half hour of careful examination. Before, it had told him to put his money in, so he had, yet when he had pushed the numbers for cigarettes they refused to fall out. Caught on something inside, maybe. It didn't matter, really. The point was, Baroona didn't have them, the machine did, and he was doing his best to turn the tables.
Even if that meant kicking the damn thing. Or shaking it. Or reaching up the slot-someone please just give him a hand.]
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[While everyone's out and about doing actual useful, healthy things, Baroona's standing in front of an arcade fighting machine, watching as various fights play out, showcasing the characters' special moves. While some of the movesets are plainly ridiculous, he can't help but be intrigued by the ones he doesn't know. After a quick glance around to make sure no one's watching, he starts to practice them, following the movements closely and studiously.
Until someone inevitably comes up behind him, that is. Then he'll clear his throat and pat the machine as if he knows what he's doing with it, faking cool.]
b.
[You know what sucks? The future. You know what sucks about the future? Vending machines. It's an odd problem, really. Baroona's had trouble with machines before for being too complex but this one is almost too simple. It's just a lonesome box, staring at him, filled with miscellaneous treasures-one of which he desperately needs. The problem is, he has no idea how to get to them, even after a good half hour of careful examination. Before, it had told him to put his money in, so he had, yet when he had pushed the numbers for cigarettes they refused to fall out. Caught on something inside, maybe. It didn't matter, really. The point was, Baroona didn't have them, the machine did, and he was doing his best to turn the tables.
Even if that meant kicking the damn thing. Or shaking it. Or reaching up the slot-someone please just give him a hand.]