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thearena2013-03-29 06:59 pm
nunpunching) wrote in thearena2013-03-29 06:59 pm
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A Robot Heart for a Theme Park World [Open]
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The music of Space Mountain has been replaced by beatboxing and freestyling.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.
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The music of Space Mountain has been replaced by beatboxing and freestyling.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.