::Veronica walks into the arcade and stares around it in appreciation. It's pretty huge. She walks through all the games before going and buying herself some credit. She grimaces as she feeds the money into the machine.::

(Mom better send me more soon. I can't afford that penthouse any more.)

::She thinks about Azura's stupid face if she found out Veronica had to move into a shitty apartment like hers. Narrowing her eyes at the very thought of Azura's stupid face, Veronica sticks her card into a zombie gun game and starts blasting like crazy. She's not bad, yo! In fact she's good.::

::Veronica shoots some more.::

"Take that, goddamn Julie."

::She smirks as the zombie falls to the ground, shooting it more for luck.::

(Wish I could do this in real life.)

::A huge zombie with big hair attacks her.::

"Patience!"

::BLAM BLAM BLAM!::

"Showed her."

::... she's still here. Still cursing Julie, Patience and Azura's names. Still shooting zombies. She's almost completed the game now. That's a lot of dead birdnest-headed zombies!::

::After twenty days of hardcore shooting, Veronica completes the game and smiles, putting the gun into the slot and shaking herself off. She watches the end credits and looks around, now convinced that there are really zombies around every corner. Just in case, she creates the projection of a pistol and solidifies it, turning it into a real gun. She walks out to the mall.::

::Aidan slides over to the dance machine in glee. He puts the bags safely to the side and slides some money into the machine. He hops onto it and bites his tongue in concentration picking a song, a really fast one. As it starts, we see our hero doing seventies dancing on the machine, turning, twisting, even sliding, but somehow managing to hit every step.::

"Yeah baby!"

::A crowd of people start to gather round Aidan, all clapping and cheering him on.::

"Go white girl!"

(Girl?)

::Either way, he likes the boost the attention gives him, although he goes a little bashful. He continues to dance, moving up to the next level, round two. He misses a couple, but other than that is doing really well.::

[Aidan forgets everything. In particular, how to dance. Take that, hero.]

::Aidan suddenly trips up and falls over. Bam. He looks around, completely confused, but then again, at a complete blank at the same time, he stares into space for a good few minutes.::

(Where...who...what...?)

::There's a bag next to him, full of ice cream, but, he has no clue who owns it, it could be, wait, nothing makes sense. He decides he needs to leave and so does so, to the mall.::

(What...)

"My children!"

::Aidan rushes over to his bags of ice cream, hugging them, they're melting, but, they can be re-frozen easily enough. He takes the bag, along with his other bag and heads towards CW.::

::Katarin enters, opening the door and looking around, seeing lots of people playing a multitude of different games. The sounds of clanking machinery and screeches of human joy are surprisingly pleasant to her sensitive ears.::

(Surely there will be some adventure to find here.)

::Katarin nudges a random child out of the way of the pinball machine with her hip, getting a disapproving glare from his mother. Not caring, she puts her money in the machine and starts to play.::

::The aforementioned small child punches Katarin in the thigh.::

::Katarin glares at the small child, eyes shifting to black.::

"Don't mess with me, little boy."

::Little Boy stares defiantly up at Kat's imagined-black eyes.::

"You're a fat whore!"

::Katarin shakes off some of her rage, feeling it build deep within her.::

"Silly boy."

:She clicks her tongue in disapproval, voice growling deep. She fights the urge to pick him up by the throat in the middle of everyone.::

"I suggest you leave me to my game."

"Why? So nobody sees how crummy you are at it?"

::The boy looks at the screen and laughs.::

"You SUCK!"

::Katarin picks up the small child and growls fiercely, her hands growing warm around his throat, but not enough to kill, yet.::

"I do hope they have arcades where you're going."

::Without another second passing, Katarin moves to snap his neck, hands poised and ready.::

::The grip around his neck isn't tight enough to choke him, and the boy grabs onto Katarin's arms. His legs squirm in the air and he lands a sharp knock to her crotch whilst squealing.::

"Hey!"

::A large man smacks his hand onto Katarin's shoulder from behind.::

::Katarin tightens her grip around the boy's throat, using all her muscle and then drops him, hard, after she feels the tap on her shoulder.::

"Problems?"

::She shoves the bouncer, using all her strength.::

::The child lies on the floor, choking and crying now. Several other kids have crowded round and look at the situation with fear.::

"If you're not out of here in three seconds, I'm arresting you and having the cops haul your ass outta here."

::The bouncer glares at Katarin, barely able to believe what he's just seen. He then leans in and lowers his voice so only she can hear.::

"You can't act like this in this world! You'll expose yourself and get killed."

::He leans back.::

"Out!"

::Katarin pulls the bouncer to her by the front of his shirt, keeping her gravelly voice low.::

"Tell them there's a new big bad in town. I'm not afraid."

::Katarin smiles and lets him go.::

"Fine. I'll get out. Give the boy his machine back."

::Tosses three dollars in tokens to the boy on the floor.::

"Next time, punk, I expect you to move."

::Katarin exits out to the mall.::

::The bouncer just rolls his eyes and helps the kid up.::

(Noobie demons. Think they own the place.)

::He sets the kid up with his machine and wanders off.::