At the large baseball stadium was a pretty fascinating place. It was almost like a mall how it was set up. Of course there was a stadium, but there were many more building complexes that were either merged with it or built around. One of them was a pretty large arcade and one of the last of its kind. Nothing could possibly be more glorious than this complex, even in the 90’s when arcades were strong would still not be able to compare to the vastness of this lovely building that groups of all ages would like from children, teenagers and even adults. Inside the arcade was merged with a bar & grill, most likely for the adults to lounge while their children are having fun with their own thing.
Little Adam was in the arcade just within that very stadium. He was here because he wanted to kill time before the game started. As he was running around inside, it was like a casino going on with all the flashing lights and the sounds of tickets and tickets going on. "Hmm.." he says to himself wondering what he wanted to play. Looking around, he had the dollar bill into his hand in which he was far too small to even reach.
"Excuse me.." he would ask up to people and they would simply walk away. He continues to move around in hopes to find someone. As he begins to walk around and always the fear of being stepped on, he looks with excitement and waves his arm down only to be ignored again. As he continues to walk, he notices a small little girl who seemed to be on her own, she was much smaller than the rest of everyone else and with that he waves his arms only for her to turn around to not notice him. "Excuse me.." he pleads up to her as he jumps as high as he could to reach the hem of her dress only for his finger tips to barely brush through it in order to try and gain her attention. "I need your help." he pleads up to her
Never Ending Scribbles, A Literate Roleplaying Guild
A semi-lit/lit/adv. lit guild.
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