Punchy's already shirtless. Not because it's hot, but because he is (hah, hah). If the point of the Games is to be entertaining, Punchy's fairly certain that all the time he spends doing situps and pushups will pay off with some audience appreciation.
He trips over the tracks while he goes, catching himself on his hand. He's already somewhat beat up - he got a slice on his ear at the Cornucopia, even though he wasn't fighting. Now his palms are cut up too. He slings his shirt and hoodie over his shoulder and rests against a wall, eyes adjusting to the dim light.
This is all silly. Everyone got so hopped up into killing each other so quickly. No one even bothered to protest with...civil disobedience, which offends him somewhat, because he's totally a fan of whatever that guy was who advocated not doing what you're told by evil corrupt governments that throw you into death matches in grody train stations. Someone must have written that at some point. Someone famous.
After a moment to catch his breath, he starts walking along the metal bar of the track, as if practicing his balance.
Re: FIRST LEVEL TRACKS
He trips over the tracks while he goes, catching himself on his hand. He's already somewhat beat up - he got a slice on his ear at the Cornucopia, even though he wasn't fighting. Now his palms are cut up too. He slings his shirt and hoodie over his shoulder and rests against a wall, eyes adjusting to the dim light.
This is all silly. Everyone got so hopped up into killing each other so quickly. No one even bothered to protest with...civil disobedience, which offends him somewhat, because he's totally a fan of whatever that guy was who advocated not doing what you're told by evil corrupt governments that throw you into death matches in grody train stations. Someone must have written that at some point. Someone famous.
After a moment to catch his breath, he starts walking along the metal bar of the track, as if practicing his balance.