The man on the street, Chase Horion, a young man with fiery orange spiked hair and hazel eyes, was doing some sort of….dance? To “Quell the spirits of 8-Bit”. Apparently the last edition of the special report found Chase visiting a street shaman for advice on what to do about the current going-on’s in town, and this…embarrassment was what the shaman managed to pull out of his ass.
“Thank goodness this isn’t on national TV. People would start pulling our funding like crazy…” Xavier pinched at the space between his eyebrows; his frustrated air gave a much older look to his person for that instant. The Don, seeing this, couldn’t help but chuckle at Xavier’s distaste for the news’ antics.
“I would have thought you’d be all for shenanigans like this Xavier, whaaat you don’t like the dancing boy?” The old man couldn’t help but cackle at his own words, after all, The Don thought he was a regular riot himself, how could a regular riot not laugh at his own jokes? Xavier grimaced, shrugging dully.
“Yeah right, that garbage. There’s no doubt that something weird’s going on in 8-Bit…but doing that—“ He broke his speech pointing with one large finger to the television, he was now doing what seemed reminiscent of a rain-dance. The wailing however, that was coming from the alley Chase and all of the people around him (cops and citizens) watched with enthused expressions. “Doing that’s not gonna solve a thing…” After shutting his eyes for a brief moment, he rose from his seat at the counter, and strolled over to the windows on the eastern walls.
The steel shutters were still up, so he could see clearly what was going on in the bustling street. Nothing but the norm, car after car whizzed by, tight clusters of folk passed on by, ranging from the elderly, to the young adult, to the teenager, struggling to shake off the idea of school starting the next morning. At the latter, he had to laugh, thankfully, this was his last year at the esteemed Atari High. He glanced to the last of the line of three wall length windows, the one which held the flashing neon sign that indicated whether the shop was open or not.
“We stay open late Noodles?” Xavier said, a bit amazed. As dead as the place was on a good day, he found it hard to keep track of the spot’s business hours.
“Of course! Late night eating is the future Wallace! You should learn this!” His boss replied with a matter-of-fact tone.
“Rrrright. I’m gonna step out and…stir up a crowd.” He was lying of course, he just needed to get some air, the smell of the Don’s newest creation ‘Rainbow Ramen’ was way too fresh in the air. Xavier didn’t know just what was in the Rainbow Ramen…but it seemed…foul.
Outside the shop, there was single wooden chair which he kept outside for his own use during breaks, much like this one. With a tiny satisfaction he removed his brown apron, and draped it over his neck and shoulders, sort of like a gym rag. Letting out a breath of relieved air he took his seat, legs spread out far, almost far enough to be an obstruction on the side walk, arms folded comfortably behind his head to form just the right amount of cushion that the wooden foundation of the restaurant behind him could not.
Xavier proceeded to people watch, casting a few soft glances at some of the people he knew. There was a flashing LED billboard atop the line of complexes across the street from them, between adds of new, cutting edge spots, it also displayed the time in the lower right corner.
“How late does the Don want me to stay…doesn’t he have sons to take my shift?” He scratched at his sideburn with a frustrated context.
“Hey, didja hear what’s going on in the shopping district?”
“Yeah! Another one of those…things happened right?”
“Yeah, but we can go see it live now! Chase Horion’s going to try and calm the spirits!”
“Seriously? Let’s go Maki!”
The duo of gossiping girls broke out into a hurried trek to the monorail, causing a few others around them to do the same.
“It’s like the hipster version of a witch hunt. Sheesh.” Xavier shook his head, no interest there. Instead, he reached into the left pocket of his jeans and removed one of his prized possessions, his white PSP, complete with the Vader decal on the backside. With a grin, he booted up his E-Boot of 'Legend of Mana', hacked PSP's were the best kind of PSP's.