Punchy saw Holiday head up to her room. He saw the tension in her jaw. He's good at patterns, Punchy, good at fixing separate pieces of a puzzle together and making a whole image. No matter how calm Holiday looked, the anger seeped through the cracks.
"You're not allowed up there," the Peacekeepers say.
"Just five minutes," he says, then, gesturing to his bloody face, "shawty's a doc, fo' sheezy, need her to wrap up this road pizza."
Maybe it's an act of mercy that they let him visit, especially after he acted up. Maybe they just want to get him out of their hair. But he does end up standing in front of her door in District 8. He knocks.
His eye is already swelling shut; his lip is split. A patch of his hair was ripped off, and he has bruises the size of oranges forming under his clothes. He made the mistake of trying to use the chaos as a way to get a jump on the Peacekeepers, and he's learning that was a dire mistake indeed.
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"You're not allowed up there," the Peacekeepers say.
"Just five minutes," he says, then, gesturing to his bloody face, "shawty's a doc, fo' sheezy, need her to wrap up this road pizza."
Maybe it's an act of mercy that they let him visit, especially after he acted up. Maybe they just want to get him out of their hair. But he does end up standing in front of her door in District 8. He knocks.
His eye is already swelling shut; his lip is split. A patch of his hair was ripped off, and he has bruises the size of oranges forming under his clothes. He made the mistake of trying to use the chaos as a way to get a jump on the Peacekeepers, and he's learning that was a dire mistake indeed.