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▼ ([personal profile] cutshort) wrote in [community profile] thearena2013-03-20 01:55 pm
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o.1 ( ARENA 06 ) | OPEN

Who, Hyperion and Open!
What, First impressions.
Where, Main street, for now!
When, Shortly after Hyperion is throw into the games mid-Arena.
Warnings/Notes, Language? TBA!

His steps are slow, careful, treading the ground like every moment traces a silent, invisible map in his head. His fingers curl into his palm (missing one finger on his right hand, barely a reminder of his past anymore), tense and relaxed, his breath escaping warmly to breathe in the colder air. He can feel it in his arms, behind his eyes - something is wrong with the cybernetic implants, like they were made dormant. His eyes can't focus as well, his arms don't carry the same lightweight sensation. Something was done to him, something beyond the obvious.

He doesn't like it.

It shouldn't be a good idea to walk out in the open like this, but he doesn't look too focused on the dangers around him. Whatever he's looking for - it seems to be one of those times where he'll only know it when he finds it.
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-03-27 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Hyperion can only shake his head silently, revealing nothing beyond the answer. "You're the first I've found."

He wonders what it means. If he was simply given an easy target or if coincidences dictate he should take advantage of calm beginnings and wait to move on to a bigger challenge.
nunpunching: (Sounds wack.)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-03-28 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good. Some of these bitches out here is cray. You'd need to be a pro like me to handle them." He gestures to his slashed-up face as if it's a badge of doing something well, rather than of making a mistake; truly, it was both luck and skill that got him out of the Cornucopia without any fatal wounds.

"But stick with me and I'll look after you, a'ight?" Punchy's now taking it as a measure of faith that Hyperion's a good guy. After all, shady people don't act sad about the dead or give out their real names!
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-03-28 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you're a pro?" He nods, seemingly amused, arms crossed and relaxed, the same way an adult would be entertained by a child's bravery. There's some room to appreciate the wounds on his face, another to appreciate the fact that he wears them with pride. "I might think about it, Punchy. I got no idea what I'm up against anyway."
nunpunching: (Why you frontin'?)

[personal profile] nunpunching 2013-03-29 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I'm a pro," Punchy says, looking a little bit defensive. The one visible eyebrow knits into a peeved furrow. "So you can put your faith in me, a'ight? No second-guessing or nothing."
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[personal profile] cutshort 2013-04-01 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He lifts his hands, as if to show his intentions have been disarmed.

"No second-guessing. Got it."
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