A Robot Heart for a Theme Park World [Open]

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Who| Punchy and anyone
What| Punchy makes music and plots rebellion.
Where| Space Mountain.
When| Week 2.
Warnings/Notes| He's missing an eye.

The music of Space Mountain has been replaced by beatboxing and freestyling. Punchy finds silence oppressive, and since the only speakers in the place are his current project, he's got to fill the air with his own music. The fact that this may draw people to him doesn't seem to be much of a concern. He's confident in his own bossness. He's also confident that the large room holding the loading dock to Space Mountain will echo sounds loudly enough for him to notice is someone tries to sneak up on him.

He dangles his legs over the edge of the track, his project on his lap. He's down to just pants, having discarded his boots a d socks for the time being. The bandage covering his brutalized eye socket had gotten smelly and moldy, so he tossed that aside, and now is regretting that his Sponsors haven't sent him any eyepatches. He could totally rock the pirate look. It's a little more punk than hip hop, but it's also less likely to horrify anyone who'll see him.

Aw well. At least the rest of his body still has his good looks. He fiddles with the wires in the speaker, trying to figure out if there's a way to turn it into a sort of amplifier for something besides just the tapes he found with it.

His cloth and wooden puppet sits on top of an abandoned roller coaster car. Sometimes he wishes she'd at least bob her head along with his phat beats.

Comments

[doc_holi]

What... the hell?

After awhile of debating it, the Doctor decided to approach Space Mountain to find out what the music was all about. More than likely it was a trap, but she didn't really have much a choice anymore. She had plenty of supplies and no wounds, but she also didn't have food and very limited water. Something needed to change.

So she tried to stealthily approach.

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Punchy wouldn't have even heard her coming except that he's taken a moment to pause in his beatboxing. He just ever so slightly hears a noise.

He gets up, holding the stereo with its wires all exposed like a swaddled infant. "Yo, someone out there?"

[doc_holi]

No. Holiday stops moving and hides in the shadows...

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"Stay here, shawty," he says to his puppet, then gets up, brushing some dirt off his pants. He frowns a bit and looks around, raising his voice slightly.

"Look, whoever you are, I ain't one of those crazy-ass muthafuckas looking to cap the first bizzle I see. Come out now without any fronting or I'mma find you, and I might get misimpressions, you know?"

SUPER LATE. I'm sorry.

[doc_holi]

... Like she was dumb enough to do that. Holiday already knew she trusted some of these people far too much.

On the other hand, she didn't want to tick someone off either. She didn't know the kinds of weapons the sponsors were handing out or what was around here. For all she knew, he could pick her off a mile away.

Holiday stayed in her cover, but decided to go ahead and give herself away. "I don't think I really want to come out, if it's all the same to you."

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Punchy looks around, then decides to respect that he can't see if. If she was going to snipe him he's already made himself wide open.

He talks to the air.

"You sound like a fly-ass shawty, voice like that. Shame I don't get to see you."

[doc_holi]

What did he call her?

"And you won't if you keep talking like that." Or at all, really.

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Punchy manages to look outright offended. I looks both comical and grotesque on his marred face. "What's wrong with how I talk?"

[doc_holi]

"I'm not anyone's fly shorty." It wasn't the way he talked really. Just the way he referred to her. One of Holiday's things is that she demands respect from every place imaginable... It's not weird.

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"I didn't say you belonged to no one." Punchy scratches the back of his head. "I won't look if you don't want me to, but this is my pad up here. I got some eats, if you wanna share, but I know that sounds like I just wanna shank you."

[doc_holi]

"... That's exactly what it sounds like." Still, she didn't have much other options. There was no one else near by and he already knew she was there.

Holiday peaked out from around her hiding spot.

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Punchy catches her out of the corner of his eye and, in a strangely innocent gesture of politeness, turns away. "I can just set it over here if you want to nab it. I don't need to see if you're packing heat or how jacked you are or nothing if you don't want me to."

He takes his can of meat and slides it towards her. "But I just gotta say, you got a cute voice."

[doc_holi]

... Holiday raised an eyebrow at him. "Thank you... and it's okay. I have nothing to hide out here." Not this time, at least.

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"It's not even good meat, it's like veal or some shizz. I'd shank a brother for good old-fashioned spam."

He turns around, grinning in an innocent, puppy dog-ish way. "What's a honey like you doing in a game like this?"

[doc_holi]

Despite herself, Holiday gives him a cautious smile and starts to approach. "The same as you, I'd imagine. You don't have to worry about getting anything over on me, though. I have no food to speak of."

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"Sponsors made it rain for me because I got sick pecs," Punchy says, touching his bare shoulders. "Not even kidding with you, they called me a 'hunk of meat'."

He looks so pleased by this.

"I'm just trying to shut this joint down. You?"

[doc_holi]

An eyebrow popped up at that claim, before he clarified. "My mentors have mentioned things about my looks helping me out, too, but I haven't seen much of that so far."

Not that she was even trying to flaunt it or anything.

"Just trying to live. What do you mean shut it down?"

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"I took my threads off," Punchy says with a shrug. "Seemed to get a response."

He gestures towards nothing in particular. "Shut this whole jam down. Box down the cameras, ice out the microphones, make them come to us. Then take out our real enemy."

[doc_holi]

She gave him a tired look. "I am not taking off my shirt."

Holiday looks around as he speaks, before looking at him bewildered. Well, he certainly has the right idea... but these people seemed a lot more powerful than they could even realize.

She gave him a polite smile, not willing to give herself away, too, on the live TV... if they were even still on TV after that proclamation. "Don't you think you might be aiming a little too high there?"

In her mind, she suddenly liked the kid.

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"I didn't say take off your shirt!" Punchy says, putting his hands up as if he were being totally innocent. "I just said it got me some prezzies."

And then he looks at her as if she's just said that the sky was made of cheese. "I'm a superhero, my bizzle. Ain't no spot too high I can't top that shit."

Self-doubt? What's that?

[doc_holi]

My bizzle...

"I'm not sure you entirely know what you're up against. Shouldn't one know his enemies?"

She's been keeping a low profile and she still didn't know anything.

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"Ain't got time for recon." Punchy looks serious again, almost sombre. "Every time one of those cannons goes off, it's because another homie's in the ground. Acting fast is more important than acting safe right now."

[doc_holi]

She had eventually figured that out at some point. A horrible realization, really.

"Is this your first arena? Our lives don't stop here. The Capitol does something to put us back together so we can continue to compete."

Translation: Slow down. You have time. They'll just eat you alive like this.

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Punchy pauses.

"Wait."

He pauses again, blinks, opens his mouth to say something, closes it again, blinks again.

"What?"

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Holiday gave a smile.

"You need to know your enemies. When we die in the arena, we'll wake up right back in our suite. The Capitol puts us back together somehow. I've had it happen to me once before."

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"Whoa." Punchy runs a hand over his forehead and through his bangs. "That's fo' shizzy jacking up in my headspace."

He takes a deep breath, then looks at her. "Sorry. Sorry it happened to you."

[doc_holi]

"It has that effect on most people," Holiday told him, shifting a bit. Despite how insane it was, she's glad he knew ahead of time.

"... Thanks, but... it's not a big deal..." Just don't think about it, really.

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"If you say so, shaw- Holiday." He's clearly having trouble with that verbal tic. "Don't they get bored? I mean, even getting your rocks off to the aggro's gotta stale up."

[doc_holi]

She couldn't help but smirk at the "shawty" comment.

"You would think so, after some time. On the other hand, I wouldn't like to be the one to give out more ideas either."