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thearena2013-05-07 02:24 am
nunpunching) wrote in thearena2013-05-07 02:24 am
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The Weak or the Strong, Who's Got It Going On [Closed]
Who| Punchy and Hyperion
What| Punchy makes a bad decision and finds out the hard way.
Where| Tomorrowland orchard
When| Week 7
Warnings/Notes| Death and treachery.
Punchy's given up, and Punchy has never, ever before given up. Having seen two people he was trying to protect die in his care, and having killed a third with his bare hands, has done something deep and injurious to his sense of resolve and his faith in people. He's no longer attempting to corral up an army. He's no longer attempting to take down the Gamemakers from within.
Now he's just trying to do a little good before he dies. And that means hunting down muttations.
He takes a break where he's standing now, over the corpse of a giant rabbit with claws and curved sabre-tooth fangs. It got a good gash in on his bare shoulder, and he has to admit that even with all the conditioning superhero school put him through, and as used to long nights as he is, he's exhausted. He wipes sweat from his brow - it's dripping down into his empty eye socket - and grabs a cloth from a nearby store to cover its dead, staring eyes. Its black fur is matted with blood, his and its.
"Now you won't be jacking up any of the remainders, bitch," he says to the corpse.
What| Punchy makes a bad decision and finds out the hard way.
Where| Tomorrowland orchard
When| Week 7
Warnings/Notes| Death and treachery.
Punchy's given up, and Punchy has never, ever before given up. Having seen two people he was trying to protect die in his care, and having killed a third with his bare hands, has done something deep and injurious to his sense of resolve and his faith in people. He's no longer attempting to corral up an army. He's no longer attempting to take down the Gamemakers from within.
Now he's just trying to do a little good before he dies. And that means hunting down muttations.
He takes a break where he's standing now, over the corpse of a giant rabbit with claws and curved sabre-tooth fangs. It got a good gash in on his bare shoulder, and he has to admit that even with all the conditioning superhero school put him through, and as used to long nights as he is, he's exhausted. He wipes sweat from his brow - it's dripping down into his empty eye socket - and grabs a cloth from a nearby store to cover its dead, staring eyes. Its black fur is matted with blood, his and its.
"Now you won't be jacking up any of the remainders, bitch," he says to the corpse.
no subject
Minutes pass. The blood pouring from Punchy's face means very little in the pause to observe its color and flow, before he readies the weapon in both hands. His foot nudges Punchy's shoulder, rolling him on his back, chest exposed.
At long last. The boy will not speak to him again.
The spear strikes down, still bloody and infected from the muttations he killed. Punchy deserves no better.