The Xbox Player (Revised)

With long tanned arms, he slowly bends down, and lets out a small quiet groan. His big boney hands each take a handful of white vinyl and the he rises, picking up the large white beanbag chair made to look like a giant soccer ball. It has rip in the side of it, and I can see white cotton stuffing sticking out of it. As it rises into the air, two light brown beens fall from the rip and land on the carpet, disappearing into the thick brown shag. He takes two short steps toward the center of the large rectangular room and drops it directly in front of the tv. As it lands, I can hear the air rush out of it and it makes a loud "whump," He bends his knees, and falls on top of the bag, making another softer whump. The remaining air in the bag rushes out, and I can see individual beans pressing against the thin vinyl.

He grabs the legs and readjusts his tan shorts to be more comfortable. He reaches out to the side of the beanbag, and picks up the long rectangular, gray remote control and presses the button to activate the television. He sits still while the large black television, three feet infront of him, comes to life.

The tv slowly brightens into a white screen displaying the xbox 360 logo in green and gray. The boy waits, tapping his index finger on the side of the white controller, his left foot bumping up and down on the carpet, as the label "Ghost Recon" appears on the screen. His long fingers press the buttons in rapid succession, guiding the screen through a series of pictures, until it reads "loading." His fingers flex and unflex as the loading bar slowly moves from left to right.

As he begins to play the game, he works the controllers, moving the sticks with his thumbs, his eyes never leaving the screen. His mouth twists into different shapes as he plays. First he grimaces, then smiles, then grimaces again. He frowns in concentration, eyes never blinking, he opens his mouth into a snarl, and jerks the controller upward two times, and then laughs, a smile on his face.