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thearena2014-06-08 11:35 pm
nunpunching) wrote in thearena2014-06-08 11:35 pm
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On My Knees, Saying Prayers in the Streetlight [Open]
WHO| Punchy and open.
WHAT| Punchy wanders around and finds a pharmacy, dissects a walker.
WHEN| Before Hellrena, week one.
WHERE| Near the town green.
WARNINGS| None.
Punchy hasn't eaten in nearly a week. His body, though used to somehow pulling nutrition out of a diet of nothing but gummi worms and sports drinks, is running on fumes. He feels his skin starting to get tight over his cheekbones and his lips starting to chap, and what's worse, he's feeling unfocused. It's a strange and unpleasant feeling for someone who can sit down and hammer out a computer program overnight; it's the way he felt back in class, as if nothing is interesting and nothing matters.
Of course, given that he's in a death Arena, feeling detached and listless isn't exactly a proper response to the circumstances.
He's set up his hideout inside an old pharmacy, one that would no longer be deemed fit to sell drugs due to the sheer amount of mildew sprawling out over every surface. He'd hoped to find candy, but the mints and lollipops he found practically crumbled to pastel-covered dust in his hands. He really only comes here to sleep during the day, catching quick catnaps and escaping from the more suffocating part of the heat.
At night, he goes out and kills these weird machinations the Capitol has put here, these walkers and insects. He has burns all over his hands from one of the giant spiders, but he's dragged a walker back to the pharmacy and is trying to take it apart, to see if there's a machine inside. How does it hunt with no eyes, no nose? If it has a sensor beacon, it could be used to find his allies.
He's hunched over this stinking, hideous corpse and so enraptured with his study that he wouldn't even notice someone coming in.
WHAT| Punchy wanders around and finds a pharmacy, dissects a walker.
WHEN| Before Hellrena, week one.
WHERE| Near the town green.
WARNINGS| None.
Punchy hasn't eaten in nearly a week. His body, though used to somehow pulling nutrition out of a diet of nothing but gummi worms and sports drinks, is running on fumes. He feels his skin starting to get tight over his cheekbones and his lips starting to chap, and what's worse, he's feeling unfocused. It's a strange and unpleasant feeling for someone who can sit down and hammer out a computer program overnight; it's the way he felt back in class, as if nothing is interesting and nothing matters.
Of course, given that he's in a death Arena, feeling detached and listless isn't exactly a proper response to the circumstances.
He's set up his hideout inside an old pharmacy, one that would no longer be deemed fit to sell drugs due to the sheer amount of mildew sprawling out over every surface. He'd hoped to find candy, but the mints and lollipops he found practically crumbled to pastel-covered dust in his hands. He really only comes here to sleep during the day, catching quick catnaps and escaping from the more suffocating part of the heat.
At night, he goes out and kills these weird machinations the Capitol has put here, these walkers and insects. He has burns all over his hands from one of the giant spiders, but he's dragged a walker back to the pharmacy and is trying to take it apart, to see if there's a machine inside. How does it hunt with no eyes, no nose? If it has a sensor beacon, it could be used to find his allies.
He's hunched over this stinking, hideous corpse and so enraptured with his study that he wouldn't even notice someone coming in.
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"Anyways. I got an itch that these monsters might got some tech in them. Since they don't got faces and they be hunting a fool, they might got some little computer chip or sonar or some shit. That's what I's looking for." He looks back to her, grinning, and then wipes some grime off his lower lip. "You up to help?"
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The innuendo is not lost on Rosalind - she picks her gaze up from the bloody mess to shoot a withering look at the young man. There are few things that she dislikes more than the leering men seem to think they can get away with scot-free.
However, if he keeps it up, it is completely within reason for her to kill him with no real repercussion.
That may be what tips the scale, making her decide to roll up her sleeves and crack her knuckles. "Fine. Do you have a procedure planned in taking this apart?" Cold, clinical.
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"Just been cutting it open and setting pieces aside." Which is about as charming as it sounds - the plastic bag he's set out as a tarp is littered in weird bloody hunks of this thing's insides. "Started up at the head."
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"I'll start at the ends of the legs and work my way in. It will go quicker that way."
One thing is for sure - she's not squeamish.
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There's a crack as Punchy splits the skull with his bare hands. The brains are...well, they aren't pleasant, and they don't really look like grey matter. They seem more like tangles of worms and hair coated in blood.
If Punchy had a weaker stomach he's be gagging now.
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She digs right into the guts and blood and viscera without hesitation, slender fingers prodding and probing and tearing and becoming slick with blood very quickly.
"Somewhat," she mumbled, throwing a hunk of exoskeleton aside, "All worlds have monsters. It's just that some are more obvious than others."
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He can't believe that. Can never believe that.
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Rosalind doesn't care about his beliefs, really. She has been through universe after universe, has seen things that people wouldn't believe even if she told them. As it is, she had made a city fly. Her opinions on other people are bleak - and as she believes, rightly so.
She wipes some grime off of her hands and onto her pants. She doesn't care about a lot of things at the moment.
"Perhaps if you had seen what I have, you would understand what I mean."