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The music of Space Mountain has been replaced by beatboxing and freestyling.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.

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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?"

[doc_holi]

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.

[nunpunching]

"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."