Chapter 2
Breezy isn't one for keeping things the same. See, she loves to stir up a change to make things less dull for herself -even if she insists it's for the good of others, a tad lie- and today is a good example. You see, today she has decided to visit Tappers. Not really for a drink, but just to find more faces to irritate.
She never really visits Tappers, mostly because she got in trouble when ever she was there. Never enough to be banned, but enough to mix up a little tension. She loves tension. The burning fire of it seems to warm her soul.
She spoke to Tapper sometimes, but not really much to consider they knew each other, as most of her victims consisted of bad guys from games. They always had the best reactions. She had attempted to irritate Tapper, though it didn't go so smoothly when he decided to ignore her childish taunts, eventually boring the girl into walking of and finding more trouble in the form of a punch to the jaw. Rather blandly, she had gotten up, smirked up at the attacker, spat pink in his face and legged it out of there. She knows better than to stay.
Now, she knows their is a possible chance she'll meet that character again, and she won't be let off so easily. But she strides into Tappers, confidence gleamed from her face, with a michievous, toothy smirk.
The place filled with a few murmers of disapproval. Lot's of people know her as a trouble maker, but mosstly hold their tongues about it, unless she goes to far with her taunts and it's the last option to shut her up, although that usually doesn't work on Breezy.
She walked over to the bar and ploped herself on a seat, happily grinning as she rested both elbows on the surface, leaning slightly. The characters next to her shoots a look, but it is brushed off by the blue-haired female.
Tapper notices Breezy and approaches with a slight frown of consern.
"Breezy?" He sounds almost supprised.
Her smirk widens (if possile), "Miss me Tap'? Been a bit, eh?"
Tapper glances back into the bar quickly, then straight back to Breezy. "I didn't think i'd see you back around here after, uhm... Last time."
He places enough emphasis on the last two words for Breezy to know what he's on about. She flicks a a black-gloved, fingerless hand dismissively.
"Pft, Please." She scoffs with a giggle. "Ya can't keep me away that easy. What, you forgotten who I am?" Tapper sighes.
He knows where she's going to try and head with this conversation and decides to give her the warning.
"Well, If I were you, I wouldn't be to..." He paused, stumbling to find the right word, "...Noticable. He still isn't happy about what you did last time."
Breezys brows raised. "He's here?" Tapper noded.
"Yes, and, as I said before, If I were you I-" Breezy raised her hand at him, frowning.
"Um! Tapper. Am I you?"
He sighes. "Breezy..."
She raises one brow quizically. "Am I?"
"I-"
"UHM! Am I?"
He finally sighes with defeat. "...Very well. Just... Try not to draw too much attention...?"
If she had eyes to roll, she probably would have, though her voice seemed to be an eye roll on its own. "Fine! Fiiiiine. For the sake of the arcade and gamers world alike, I will try not to draw to much attention to myself." She smirks suggestively. "But then the key word their is try, seeing as I can't help beeing so beautiful, Eh?" She nudges the male character in the arm with he relbow playfully. He grumbles and shifts away.
In all honestly, Breezy isn't really beautiful, but at least she seems up beat about it enough, right?
She wasn't really that feminine, both in acts and looks. With a rather flat chest, pencil shaped body and rather deep voice. She was more than often mistaken for a guy in blue short shorts, white, green straped boots and a yellow jacket. It's hard to tell if this offends her until she starts speaking, and bloody murder drips into her voice.
Tapper shakes his head, smiling slightly. "Well, are you having a drink."
Breezy thinks this over again. Maybe one small one won't hurt? It's not like she had much else to do while staying in her seat, which was where she planned to stay untill maybe the face she encountered last time had left.
She insists to herself she's not scared. But thoughts of hiding behind the bar if he caught her eye seemed to speak against her.
She then shakes her head. "Nah. I'm good."
Tapper nods and leaves to attend over customers.
Breezy then begins to scan, scavenging for her first attack of the evening, her goggles like raidars.
She then sees them. Twins, sat only a little walk away. One had his gaze fixed on his drink, monobrow scrunched in thought. The other seemed more alert, looking about the bar briefly. Unfortunatly for him, his gaze catches hers.
She grins peasently, lifting her hand and wriggling her fingers in a greeting gesture.
He glances to the side before waving back, hesitantly and timidly. His gaze then averts down. Breezy grins, knowing this was her que.
She hops from her seat and begins to stride toward the twins location. She is cut short by one simple bellow.
"YOU!"
All colour drains from her face and she gulps the knot in her throat. She hadn't counted on this happening.
Well, she had, but she had brushed it off very cooly. Now she felt her feet plaster into the ground, limbs stiffening in fear.
Damn, is the one word that pops into her mind before a hand grabs the front of her white shirt, and hoists her into the air violently. She comes face to face with the snarling face from before. The same face she spat at.
"Heeeyyy~" She grins cooly, quickly deciding it wouldn't be a good reputation if she cowered for some guy that was probably about to plound her face in. "Didn't think i'd see you 'roud here again, big guy."
His glare darkened as he let out a wicked grin. It's pretty obvious to Breezy -by this point- this guy is a bad guy from some game she didn't know, and frankily didn't want to know.
"Same can be said here. But then again, I was lookin' forward to beatin' that sassy mouth of yours in. Fer' good!" She flinched as a splatter of spit hit her brow. She slowly lifted her hand and wiped it away, flicking it off her wrist with disgust. She then faced the bad guy with the kind of look someone gives of when they smell the most gut wrenching thing.
"...You want a mint or something? 'Cus no offense but, your breath could litterally turn milk off."
His face burns red, anger flickers in his eyes.
Her triumpant smirk is short lived before the grip tightens and her prepares to deliver the first blow. Breezy is grateful to have goggles, because it meant she could hide screwing her eyes shut to prepare for the blow.
"Hold it there!" a naisily voice pipes up.
Her eyes crack open, and she turns to see the owner of the voice. Those twins were stood there, one held his arms up as though it would help stop the girl from recieving the beating.
The bad guy scoffs. "Why should I, pipsqueak?"
The apparently meeker twin wrings his hands together nervously. "I-" The other quickly moves to back him up, his brow still lowered in a frown.
"Because it's stupid that you'd continue something that should've already ended." His frown then falls upon Breezy who simply watches.
"Plus, You shouldn't hit a girl. Even if she dosn't act like one."
The bad guy blinks in utter bewilderment. His gazes snaps towards breezy.
"Yer a girl!?"
Breezy scoffs. "Duh!" She lands on her back, letting out a cry on the sudden impact. The guys laughs.
"Huh, I couldn' even tell!" He then growls at her, pointing a finger in her face. "Alright 'missy'"- He adds finger quotes, much to Breezy's disapprovment- "You get away this time. But if you try anythin' else, yer dead, got it?"
Breezy smriks coyly. "Got what?"
The bad guy huffs angrily and storms away. Breezy's gaze lands upon a hand reaching down to help her up, belonging to one of the twins.
She grins, takes it and stands before brushing herself off.
She grins at them. "Thought I was pudding then! Thanks for savin' my behind."
One twin raised his brow from it's frown. "Your that gamless girl who goes around bugging people, arn't you?"
Breezy blinked, then smiled, looking flustered. "W-why, people know me? I'm famous? Oh, how I feel so honored, I may faint."
The other twin raised his hands, looking worried, "uhm, p-please don't..."
Breezy grinned once again. "Yeah, I'm probably her." She crossed and extended her hands out to them enthusiastically. "Name's Breezy." Both hesitantly shake her hands.
They release her hands.
"So what game you from then?" She questions further.
"Uh, We were from Turbo-Time, bu-" The meeker twin is interupted by a jolt of realisation from Breezy.
"Oh!" Breezy but in. "The game that Tubro guy came from! Oh, sorry to hear 'bout that by the way. Hey, if it makes ya feel better, I'm gameless as well!"
"Well, It doesn't really-" The sterner racer speaks up, before Breezy intrudes once again.
"Hey! We're all racers!" The twins look at each other briefly.
"...So...?"
"We should meet up again!" Breezy grins. Both twins look supprised. Either by how quickly that escalated, or simply by the suggestion.
"W-wha-?"
"You're pretty awesome. I think I owe ya for saving me back there, and I wanna know you better." She shrugs sheepishly. "I dunno, I guess I just thought it would be nice."
The twins glance at each other, almost as though communicatin g with their eyes. The meeker then faces her with a smile.
"Okay then."
Breezy looks up, shocked. See, this wasn't a question she hadn't asked other characters before. She wasn't exsactly good at making friends, but she tried. Unfortunatly she used this method, which isn't exsactly the best of them all. Maybe it's fortunate to have worked here?
"R...Really?" Disbelief fills her voice as small, genuine smile spreads over her freckled face.
He shrugged one shoulder. "Sure. Why not?" He directed his hand towards himself.
"I'm Turbo-twin 2." He directed to the other. "This is my brother, Turbo-twin 1." Breezy nodded.
"Original names." She teases, grinning. Turbo-twin 1 sighs. "We wern't really playable characters, so we never really got names."
Breezy sniggers. "Tell ya what. I'm calling you Ben." She directs to twin 1, "And you, Bob." She points to Twin 2, who frowns in confusion.
"W-why, Bob and Be-"
"Cus they're awesome names! Don't you agree?" Befor eeither twin can awnser, her mouth is open again.
"Anyhoo~ I'll meet you boys after arcade closing time in that new racing game, Sugar rush. I've been wanting to check that place out since it got plugged in, and I havn't seen anyone from it yet." She smirks.
"Don't be late!" She's then gone. Pratically bouncing away.
Twin 1 faces his brother. "This isn't gonna end well."
His brother shurgs. "You never know. She seems... Interesting..."
He is replied with a fustrated sigh. "I guess we're seeing her tommorrow then?"
Twin 2 grinned at his brother. "Yup. I guess so..."
Notice: I'm sorry for how rubbish this one is. Please R and R.
I'll hopefully update more soon, considering if people want to see more ^^;
See ya'll later~