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[color=slategray][sub]Location: The Thomas Residence —> School
Interacting with:[/sub][/color] [color=269fb7][sub]Echo,[/sub][/color] [color=slategray][sub]her Assistant[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[indent]Kit had been a potato in front of her computer for so long that she wasn’t [i]exactly[/i] sure how long she’d been there. It was the weekend! It was Sunday. She had time! So, it didn’t really matter to her parents, nor to her. She had pizza on her desk, er, well… she had an empty box on her desk that had once housed a medium pizza with extra bacon, light red sauce, and chicken nuggets on it.

The mini-fridge beside her desk was filled with delicious Coca Cola (cherry vanilla ONLY) and peanut butter. Kit was of the opinion that peanut butter was far tastier when chilled, and her parents had agreed without much argument when she’d asked for a mini fridge, so it was stocked to the brim with her two life bloods.

In her ears, blared the [url=https://youtu.be/zVl2oQ__GDE?t=49s]music[/url] of the evening, through expensive headphones. On her screen, was Tekken 7 (while an older game, it maintained a relatively large player base, thanks to a recent relaunch). On her desk was her beloved [url=https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1Q0cdHVXXXXbNXpXXq6xXFXXXE/Qanba-Q2pro-LED-Arcade-fight-stick-white-for-PC-P3-Android-TV-Android-Box-Android-4.jpg]fight stick[/url]. She was playing [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4f/e9/ce/4fe9cec54dc031005ca5c695c9eca27f.jpg]Xiaoyu[/url].

Kit had been [i]grinding[/i] the ladder since breakfast, and she didn’t plan to stop until the game recognized her prowess. Until it officially recognized her for what she was! Until she reached the upper echelons of the community. Until she promoted to the rank she’d been working her entire life to achieve.

She would be recognized as a Tekken God if it resulted in her untimely death at the computer.

With red, bloodshot eyes, she continued to hit the same combos, before the screen froze and the new challenger splashed across her screen. [color=7FC19E][b]“FINALLY. This takes forever! It’s not worth it.”[/b][/color] She smashed the button on her stick in front of her, and the loading screen appeared. [color=7fc19e][b]“PROMOTION.”[/b][/color] She said, as the screen presented in shiny letters: Promotion Match.

This was it, this was her chance to ascend to the ranks. She shook out whatever nervous jitters she had left, and looked across the screen at her opponent [url=http://cdn3-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/2017/01/Tekken-7-Bullet-Club.jpg]Bryan Fury[/url]. She put her hands on the buttons and the match began. Maybe it was nerves, maybe she was just plain outclassed, maybe she’d been playing too long and needed rest… whatever it was, Kit was not having a good time in the first round.

It didn’t help that her scumbag opponent WOULDN’T STOP SPAMMING SNAKE EDGES. [color=7fc19e][b]“That move’s so CHEAP, dude! STOP!”[/b][/color] She couldn’t respond offensively or defensively, and though she desperately searched for an opening, there wasn’t one to be found. She got angry and mashed the rage art button, and when her enemy closed the round out with ANOTHER SNAKE EDGE, Kit had nothing to say, instead complaining again. [color=7fc19e][b]“That’s so cheapppp. Why?! Why are you like this, Namco?”[/b][/color] She was ready to punch her screen, but she had to regain her composure. This was important.

The second round came up, and this time Kit was more mentally sound. She was able to punish the barrage of Snake Edges, and the enemy realized he had to mix up his game in order to beat her. [color=7fc19e][b]“See, I knew the whole time. Quote me on this, Bryan players are bitches. Watch this, Echo.”[/b][/color] She said, then hit a few of the buttons on her pad, finishing off the second round. [color=7fc19e][b]“BAGOOSH!”[/b][/color] She yelled, grinning wildly.

Round three was about to begin and she took a deep breath. This was where it got tense, she realized. She had to win two more rounds in a row, to close this game out. She drummed her fingers on her buttons calmly, and waited for the next round to begin. Inside of her headset, the music paused and was replaced with a feminine voice (slightly accented Irish). A voice Kit knew very well. It belonged to her assistant, Echo. [color=269fb7][b]“Kit, I think you should get some rest… You have school tomorrow!”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“Shut the FUCK UP, Echo! No homos in Tekken!”[/b][/color]

[color=269fb7][b]“Aren’t you in love with a woman?”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“That’s irrelevant, shut up!”[/b][/color]

Fight.

This was a bit more interesting, now that she’d found her groove and was dealing with the Snake Edge spam, both players had to make their best moves. Kit, naturally an aggressive player (why did she play a defensive girl? Because Xiaoyu is fucking cute, that’s why), was on the offense almost the whole round, pushing the other player back against the wall. Now, normally a rushdown as expertly played as her own would end in a victory, but this guy… this guy was really good at blocking things.

And then he got a Snake Edge in to punish her whiffing something (LIKE A FUCKING NOOB, WHAT THE FUCK KIT?). [color=7fc19e][b]“NO! Could this be the end of our hero!?”[/b][/color] Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Almost instantly, the flow of the round changed, and it was Kit who was on the defensive, frantically trying to block and parry, but to no avail. She was button mashing. Nerves got her, and she lost round three.

Luckily, there were two more rounds!

[color=7fc19e][b]“Echo, quick. Check the NORAD Santa site. Because I’m gonna need a Christmas miracle to win this, dude.”[/b][/color] Kit was standing up now, and the screen had moved with her to match her eye height. Technology was awesome. This was it though, she wasn’t about to lose this game, not to this fucking Bryan player. [color=7fc19e][b]“Kit Thomas comin’ in BIG on BIG Sunday.”[/b][/color]

[color=269fb7][b]“Actually, it’s-”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“Shut up, Echo. It’s time to throw down.”[/b][/color] Kit muttered, fully focused on her screen by this point. In sixty seconds, Kit would have either put the fuck up or shut the fuck up. This was honestly why she played this game, this was that hype shit. And she was gonna pop off and style on this kid if it was the last thing she did.

She either won here or she lost and the entire time she’d spent playing was for naught. She had to win! This match would be her masterpiece, by the end of it.

She wave dashed across the stage, intent this time on putting this dude in his place with her rush down. Remembering the last round, and what had left her open, Kit avoided the high crushes. Instead, she went low, and hit him with the sweep. [color=7fc19e][b]“Eat a dick, beeeetch!”[/b][/color] As he stumbled, Kit knew she had a 100 to 0 here if she could hit every input just right… she stared at the screen, one eye watching as the health bar dropped, with the other eye waiting for the wall to get in range… [color=7fc19e][b]“Come onnnn. YES. See that shit, Echo? THAT’S SIMPLE MATHEMATICS! Basics! Kindergarten shit!”[/b][/color] Kit had nailed the wallsplat, and clinched the round.

[i]Perfect.[/i]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6awV2p758VI]Final Round.[/url]

[color=7fc19e][b]“I’m a professional, and I’m about to wipe this PRETENDER’S blood from the throne and retake my rightful place atop the mountain as a TEKKEN GOD.”[/b][/color]

[color=269fb7][b]“You [i]do[/i] know there’s a rank above Tekken God… [i]right[/i]?”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“Shut UP, Echo. Gawwwwwd.”[/b][/color] Kit complained, wiggling the stick as the match began. This was a match between two titans, two Tekken Gods to be, trying to prove their worth and earn a coveted spot on Mount Olympus. Both players approached cautiously, throwing out lazy jabs. Kit had to do some quick thinking. They were almost evenly matched!

It was going to be a fight to the death for the win. No rush down would work here, this had to be calculated. So Kit waited patiently, standing in place as she waited for him to throw something out. She’d take advantage of Xiaoyu’s defensive kit (haha, Kit with a kit) — this time. Her patience paid off, after eating a few low attacks, and one juggle, the opponent made a fatal mistake.

He threw out a Snake Edge.

[color=7fc19e][b]“GET PARRIED! Fuck outta here with that cheap shit!”[/b][/color] Kit threw him to the ground, hit a low sweeping kick, knocking his HP bar down to just under half, and as he stood up, she triggered the rage art in the tight window, and it hit. [color=7fc19e][b]“I DID IT. You see, Echo? I got a lot left in the tank!”[/b][/color] Kit happily clapped her hand as the victory screen played, signifying her climb in the ranks to Tekken God. Only one way left to go! Up! She sat down in the chair and let the hype begin to leave her body, resting her headphones on their stand.

Almost as soon as she did, the ‘ring ring!’ of an alarm sounded off, and Kit blinked carefully, looking at the ceiling. She hit a button and the blackout curtains on her windows peeled open, letting the early morning sunshine. [color=7fc19e][b]“Echo, what time is it?”[/b][/color]

[color=269fb7][b]“It is 7 AM Monday morning. First day of school.”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“...how long have I been awake, exactly?”[/b][/color]

[color=269fb7][b]“26 hours, ten minutes, and twenty seven seconds.”[/b][/color]

Kit spun around in her chair, looking longingly at her bed as a wave of tiredness very suddenly washed over her. [color=7fc19e][b]“Echo, I’ve fallen ill.”[/b][/color]

[color=269fb7][b]“Is that so?”[/b][/color] Echo asked, and then, an echo (haha, get it? An echo from Echo) played:

[color=7fc19e][b]“[i]I got a lot left in the tank![/i]”[/b][/color]

Kit squinted, narrowing her eyes at the wall, knowing that Echo could see it, wherever she was. [color=7fc19e][b]“Bitch.”[/b][/color]

[color=269fb7][b]“I already drew your bath.”[/b][/color]

Almost twenty minutes later, Kit was standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for school. Through her speakers, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djeOkEg5pmQ]her music of choice[/url] played. She yawned widely and looked over at the two different outfits she’d picked out. Getting ready for her used to be simple, but nooo. Now she has to be pretty, and for what? All so some girl can never look at her. Why couldn’t she just like a boy?! Boys were simple and easy. They weren’t picky. They didn’t care if you wore red or purple or even green! Green was kinda gross, though. Or at least, she looked gross in green.

She changed into the first one, which made her look more like a punk than anything. Red and black plaid skirt, a blue flannel shirt over an older t-shirt with the Tekken logo on it. [url=https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61MrHpcpUDL._UX342_.jpg]It[/url] was a goddamn classic, she bought it at EVO! She grabbed a [url=http://epicsports.cachefly.net/variants/19722/80871/300/richardson-pts20-uform-pulse-flex-fit-baseball-cap.jpg]hat[/url] off of the vanity table and grinned in the mirror, tugging on the bill as she bounced along to the music. [color=7fc19e][b]“What’s that I didn’t hear you~ [i]Shut the fuck up![/i] Come on a lil louder~ [i]Shut the FUCK up![/i] Everybody n2gether now…”[/b][/color] She grinned, satisfied in her outfit choices and her admittedly lazy makeup. [color=7fc19e][b]“I look [i]great[/i], Echo. A little sleepy, but… well, I am sleepy.”[/b][/color] She was genuinely happy for a moment there, before she sighed woefully, and pulled off the shirt.

She let it fall to the ground, and then she pulled off the comfortable t-shirt, then she pulled her hair out of the ponytail it was in, and unzipped her skirt. She blew a raspberry toward the mirror, and got to work…

The end result was almost a different person. Kit had done up her hair, done her makeup, and changed into a pleasant, soft, pastel purple colored dress, even going so far as to abandon her flats for a pair of heels. She was beautiful, anyone could see it…

[color=269fb7][b]“You look great, Kit. You’re gonna crush it.”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“I look like a fucking girl! I [i]feel[/i] like a girl. This just doesn’t work for me, I’m gonna like… what if I need to do the splits! Or karate! I know I don’t have to do those things often, but it could happen. It [i]could[/i] happen.”[/b][/color] Kit grumbled, standing up from the vanity table in a huff and heading downstairs, to the kitchen where she grabbed an orange, before jumping on the bus (she rode the bus as a personal choice).

After the busride, Kit arrived at school (surprisingly on time, all things considered!) and she walked to her homeroom class, stumbling in and rubbing her eyes. She glanced at Winship, noted that the old woman was asleep, and took a spot at a desk all on her own, laying her head down in a way that she longingly stared at the prep table. For all intents and purposes, Kathryn Ingrid Thomas now [i]looked[/i] the part of a freshman prep, which was a far trade from how she’d last looked when she was here. Maybe one of them would notice her and she could sit closer to Selena! Kit grinned. It was just a waiting game now.

Or, something like that.

She shoulda stayed home…[/indent]