Sonic doesn't NEED a story {Alex}

[gwendolyn beatrice benson]

Gwen glared at the screen in front of her that flashed the words 'GAME OVER'. She rolled her eyes, examining the controls before giving up on the game of Galaga, and pulling out her iPod. She quickly changed the song to be one by Alex Day. The catchy little tune quickly had her smiling and the English singer went on about Sonic not needing a story. She could appreciate someone writing a song that, basically, made no sense other than to say they missed video games the way they were before. It made her smile to see people being creative with their art. Sighing, Gwen looked around the arcade and planted herself behind a table with chess set up. Gwen wasn't one for chess, but she did admire those who skillfully played and outwitted each other.

Gwen scowled at her bandaged arm, wondering why she only ever hit her arm when it was sore or wounded. In today alone she had managed to knock the sore arm into every doorway she went through, and against all the railing along the stairs. Yes, she was having oodles of fun with her burned arm. Luckily, she managed to make it out with less of a serious burn than she thought, but that was the only good thing to come of it. Well that, and she got to spend some time with her mother. Gwen ran a hand through her hair, carefully propping up her bandaged left arm on a table. had it been her right arm, she wouldn't be able to do most of her school work. But since it was her left; she was still required to finish her writing work, though they were cutting her some slack in mechanic, gymnastics and computer classes. It was hard to use a keyboard with one hand.

The tune changed to a song about Pokemon, and Gwen couldn't help but a laugh a little. Who hadn't played Pokemon at some point in their life? Video games weren't what she grew up loving, but she could definitely appreciate letting lose and spending some time with a controlled in her hands. Gwen sighed, apparently not many other people were thinking of the arcade, since she was surprisingly the only one here.

[alex renee malcolm]

Outfit

How long had Alex been in school? She didn’t know, she had lost track of the days. So long. And funny thing was, Alex was enjoying it. Academic things mixed with a lot of athletic activity? She was in tomboy genius heaven! Yes, she knew. She was a walking contradiction of a sort, but that was only if you got really technical. She loved school, she loved sports, and she was good at both. And apparently the girl that her bitch of a step mom wanted her to be didn’t play sports. So she wasn’t considered a girly girl. She had to be the opposite. A tomboy. That much was for sure. Either way though, that just made this school the perfect choice for her. And that’s what she had convinced her dad into believing. At least she wasn’t lying. She knew some of the grounds other kids were here for, and she was glad she at least wasn’t in their shoes. Running from the law, brought in because they were good but their home lives weren’t great, their family happened to work in the CIA or had ties, they had stumbled upon the opportunity, etc. She guessed she could’ve been placed in the last category, but really, they had found her, she hadn’t found them. That’s how being a genius worked. You got your picture in the newspaper once, and it was in federal archives forever. She wasn’t a town celebrity though. People in her town were more concerned with who won what beauty pageant and when they’d get their next fake tan. They lived in TEXAS, and yet people still got artificial. The irony was overwhelming. Alex would never put herself through pageantry…or fake tanning. It was like…in fifty thousand years, architects would be digging up tanning beds and thinking people from this generation fried people alive for sacrifices or something. That was the way that Alex saw it. As you could see, over-thinking was just too natural for Alex. She did it so often, you could almost consider it…possibly a hobby.

And hobby wise, Alex didn’t really have many. She used to love taking pictures and trying to collage them on her wall but that was in the only small artsy phase she had had. In like…seventh grade. Most of the pictures were of things people couldn’t figure out like in those “guess what this is” books they used to have – wasn’t it by the same company as ‘I spy’? She didn’t know, but she knew she hadn’t kept the pictures. Only one she did of a close up of Christmas lights. That was still her ultimate favorite. Another hobby she had was bike riding, but she didn’t think that counted as a hobby. She knew a lot of people didn’t like doing it though. She didn’t know what it was with some people – they viewed exercise as a personal vendetta. Was that the word she was looking for? If it wasn’t, oh well. If they wanted to miss out on fun, that was their loss. She liked to do other things as well. A lot of techy kind of things…well, not techy, but very 80’s nerd. Watch movies, play video games, or sword fight. Well, at least there was something active. She believed people needed hobbies – it kept them busy. Though she thought maybe everyone just had hobbies automatically. That’s why things like hunting and tennis existed. Other people liked them. Because if everyone was forced to have the same hobby, other hobbies would die out and people would be miserable. And some would suck at it. Since everyone was good at different things. She sighed – this was getting exasperating. She needed to give her brain a rest. So she headed off to do one of her favorite “hobbies” or activities. Video games. And with as long as she had been in the school already, Alex already knew where to go to find the perfect place for that. Sub Zero. The basement students only game room. More power to the students for having more covert things in a covert school.

Since Alex already finished her homework, she had no worries. She could spend her entire night gaming if she wanted. Because they’d already called dinner. She had gotten some mashed potatoes and some turkey. She was craving a hamburger really bad, but you knew fancy schools only had those gourmet lunches off a buffet. But she wasn’t complaining. She got better meals here than she did at home. Swinging her arms at her sides a bit, hanging onto her open sweatshirt sides as she did so, she made her way down the dorm hall, down the stairs and to the door that led to the basement, heading into subzero. Many times, Alex found herself alone in the room, but apparently this time she would have some company. She couldn’t recognize the girl at the moment – her back was turned. Alex shrugged to herself, moving to the machine and getting herself some twizzlers. Pop rocks were her candy of choice, but twizzlers came in a close second if she couldn’t get any pop rocks right off. After the machine gave her her candy, she turned, walking nonchalantly passed the table where the girl sat, glancing and figuring she really didn’t even know who the girl was, so there was no harm in striking up a conversation. She looked around for something to state, before seeing the bandage. ”What happened to your arm? Did you cut it open or something? That’s kind of cool actually. Think of the scar you’d have from that.”

[/color] She hooked her foot around the leg of the chair, pulling it under her bottom and sitting down with a plop. ”You play chess? I have once or twice, but if you play it traditionally, it gets kinda boring. That’s why I change the rules.”[/color] She picked up a pawn, looking at it, before back to the girl. ”You look new, are you new? I’m kinda new. Well…eh. I’m Alex. Alex Malcolm. Put’er there.”[/color] She held out her hand for the girl, offering a smile. Some people would call her forward and kind of aggressive. She just called it friendly.[/size][/blockquote]