Post by cutiepuppyfire on Oct 10, 2016 0:10:39 GMT
The sounds of clanking metal plus the aroma of burning wires filled the alleyway. Most evidence on the robot fights between young adults were masked by the small fire pits coming from all four corners of the arena. Scooching her way through the drunken crowd into the alley was a tall seventeen year old girl; normally one her age would be repulsed at the idea of being in such a dirty, greasy, and dangerous area, but Sunset didn’t mind. She liked this place, ever since she was little. She blew her long red hair with long yellow vertical stripes out of her face and polished the small hunk of metal cradled in her left arm with a loose part of her leather jacket. “Don’t worry about it, MO, just a few more updates and it will be us in the championship…” The cubic robot beeped twice and a yellowish glow exuded from a panel where its eyes would be.
They finally made their way through the crowd to ring where the action was happening. A woman with an eyepatch over her right eye and her hair in a geisha bun stepped in front of her and outstretched a bin filled with betting money. “No thanks, ma’am,” Sunset pushed the container away, “I’m only watching for now.” The lady scoffed and let her pass. Even though she didn’t get a good view of the brawl, Sunset smiled and made well with being in the fifth row the action. From across the way, diverting her attention from fat Yama and the scrawny challenger, she noticed someone. The stranger wore an army green bandana which covered part of her long blonde hair in a ponytail. I swore I’ve seen her somewhere before… Wasn’t she at last year’s science fair? Oh goodness she was... Sunset waved at her, hoping that she’d recognize her as the runner-up for the high school science fair. Her thoughts were soon interrupted as MO’s top sprouted a danger in the area.
“Hey!” the challenger noticed something as the next round of the match was starting.
The lady in the eyepatch sighed and turned towards the boy. “What is it?”
“Shouldn’t he be disqualified?”
“Look, kid, I know he’s good. Too good actually, but you can’t DQ somebody because they’re better than you.”
“No! It’s not that; his robot was never fully deactivated in between matches.”
Sunset, come to think of it from what she had seen, noticed that too; Yama’s bot looked overheated, as if it would explode at any second. “He’s right you know.” she piped up.
“Sorry guys.” The one in the eyepatch decided to ignore their complaints and started the match. With every waking minute of the final round, white hot anger fueled in Sunset’s body. “You know the rules by now! Two bots enter, one bot leaves!” Yama and his competitor sat on the circular mats as Eyepatch put an umbrella in between the fighting space. The spectating teen in the leather jacket took one glance at the red-haired kid competing with the large man, one at Winry, and one down at the sugar cube-like robot in her arms. “Ready…” She placed Mo down and pulled out a remote control from her pocket. “And fight!”
Metal fractals flew around the arena as the robots bashed against each other. While the fight was going on, Sunset squatted in between two people in front of her for bettering the view of the match. The legs on the Little Yama were growing tired and smoking like crazy as the grooved tracking of the caterpillar tractor wheels and the side plating bumped and rammed constantly into the robot. Observing the match, she kept her eyes on MO as she controlled his movements, maneuvering him through the legs of the crowd. The match kept going, and Yama’s opponent’s robot tried its best to stay alive while the fat man’s fighter continued to smoke and push the smaller one out of the ring.
Meanwhile, the daughter of robot engineer Emmett Brown, Sunset, had her eyes constantly flipping between the modified remote control, the robot that sneakily slid through the crowd’s legs and behind the Yama, and Yama’s jacket where little green flakes peeked from the folds in his body. How could he fail to notice that there was a small hand going up his back, picking at all of the loose dollar bills? It wasn’t as if he had more in there. After taking about a couple hundred sweaty dollars, MO surveyed the rest of the area, picking up loose change and more money that had fallen out of people’s pockets. They then retreated to a small corner of the ring, counting the money that MO had collected. After a good ten minutes and the sounds of cheering and jeering from numerous people, it had signaled to them that the match had ended, so they had to wait a few minutes for crowds to disperse.
“Hey!” she called from her spot, but the kid didn’t seem to hear her, so she walked up to him. “Hey, kid. You did great out there.”
“Thanks,” he shyly responded, blushing as scratched his head, ruffling his spiky red hair.
“What’s your name?”
“Phineas. Phineas Flynn-Fletcher.”
“Thanks, I’m Sunset. Sunset Brown.” She smiled and stretched her hand for a handshake while she used the other to bring out the remote controller used to control MO. Her robot scuttled over towards his feet and dumped the stolen prize money onto Phineas’s robot. “Don’t worry about it. You deserve it.”
“Really?” He knelt down and counted the dollar bills, summing the amount in his mind. One hundred, two hundred, five hundred, a thousand, thousand fifty, two thousand, it just kept rolling in! “Holy crap! How much is this?”
“I don’t know,” Sunset smirked. “I know we had at least a few hundred bills in there, right MO?” MO beeped excitedly.
“All I know is that it’s more than I’ve ever bid to go into one of these.” He put one $100 bill up to one of the street lights.
“No need to do that, Phin. It’s got Yama’s body odor all over it, so you know it’s the real deal. After pointing out the technical error, I thought, why not pull a Robin Hood? If he can win by having a leaky, smoking, out-of regulations robot, why can’t I steal some of his earnings from cheating?” She smiled and looked at her phone. “Crap! I gotta get back home! Dad would freak if I don’t get back soon! It was nice seeing you Phineas.” Sunset ran with MO back in her arms. In the distance, Winry was finished sealing an envelope to 1640 Riverside Drive; not to the famous doctor, but his daughter.
They finally made their way through the crowd to ring where the action was happening. A woman with an eyepatch over her right eye and her hair in a geisha bun stepped in front of her and outstretched a bin filled with betting money. “No thanks, ma’am,” Sunset pushed the container away, “I’m only watching for now.” The lady scoffed and let her pass. Even though she didn’t get a good view of the brawl, Sunset smiled and made well with being in the fifth row the action. From across the way, diverting her attention from fat Yama and the scrawny challenger, she noticed someone. The stranger wore an army green bandana which covered part of her long blonde hair in a ponytail. I swore I’ve seen her somewhere before… Wasn’t she at last year’s science fair? Oh goodness she was... Sunset waved at her, hoping that she’d recognize her as the runner-up for the high school science fair. Her thoughts were soon interrupted as MO’s top sprouted a danger in the area.
“Hey!” the challenger noticed something as the next round of the match was starting.
The lady in the eyepatch sighed and turned towards the boy. “What is it?”
“Shouldn’t he be disqualified?”
“Look, kid, I know he’s good. Too good actually, but you can’t DQ somebody because they’re better than you.”
“No! It’s not that; his robot was never fully deactivated in between matches.”
Sunset, come to think of it from what she had seen, noticed that too; Yama’s bot looked overheated, as if it would explode at any second. “He’s right you know.” she piped up.
“Sorry guys.” The one in the eyepatch decided to ignore their complaints and started the match. With every waking minute of the final round, white hot anger fueled in Sunset’s body. “You know the rules by now! Two bots enter, one bot leaves!” Yama and his competitor sat on the circular mats as Eyepatch put an umbrella in between the fighting space. The spectating teen in the leather jacket took one glance at the red-haired kid competing with the large man, one at Winry, and one down at the sugar cube-like robot in her arms. “Ready…” She placed Mo down and pulled out a remote control from her pocket. “And fight!”
Metal fractals flew around the arena as the robots bashed against each other. While the fight was going on, Sunset squatted in between two people in front of her for bettering the view of the match. The legs on the Little Yama were growing tired and smoking like crazy as the grooved tracking of the caterpillar tractor wheels and the side plating bumped and rammed constantly into the robot. Observing the match, she kept her eyes on MO as she controlled his movements, maneuvering him through the legs of the crowd. The match kept going, and Yama’s opponent’s robot tried its best to stay alive while the fat man’s fighter continued to smoke and push the smaller one out of the ring.
Meanwhile, the daughter of robot engineer Emmett Brown, Sunset, had her eyes constantly flipping between the modified remote control, the robot that sneakily slid through the crowd’s legs and behind the Yama, and Yama’s jacket where little green flakes peeked from the folds in his body. How could he fail to notice that there was a small hand going up his back, picking at all of the loose dollar bills? It wasn’t as if he had more in there. After taking about a couple hundred sweaty dollars, MO surveyed the rest of the area, picking up loose change and more money that had fallen out of people’s pockets. They then retreated to a small corner of the ring, counting the money that MO had collected. After a good ten minutes and the sounds of cheering and jeering from numerous people, it had signaled to them that the match had ended, so they had to wait a few minutes for crowds to disperse.
“Hey!” she called from her spot, but the kid didn’t seem to hear her, so she walked up to him. “Hey, kid. You did great out there.”
“Thanks,” he shyly responded, blushing as scratched his head, ruffling his spiky red hair.
“What’s your name?”
“Phineas. Phineas Flynn-Fletcher.”
“Thanks, I’m Sunset. Sunset Brown.” She smiled and stretched her hand for a handshake while she used the other to bring out the remote controller used to control MO. Her robot scuttled over towards his feet and dumped the stolen prize money onto Phineas’s robot. “Don’t worry about it. You deserve it.”
“Really?” He knelt down and counted the dollar bills, summing the amount in his mind. One hundred, two hundred, five hundred, a thousand, thousand fifty, two thousand, it just kept rolling in! “Holy crap! How much is this?”
“I don’t know,” Sunset smirked. “I know we had at least a few hundred bills in there, right MO?” MO beeped excitedly.
“All I know is that it’s more than I’ve ever bid to go into one of these.” He put one $100 bill up to one of the street lights.
“No need to do that, Phin. It’s got Yama’s body odor all over it, so you know it’s the real deal. After pointing out the technical error, I thought, why not pull a Robin Hood? If he can win by having a leaky, smoking, out-of regulations robot, why can’t I steal some of his earnings from cheating?” She smiled and looked at her phone. “Crap! I gotta get back home! Dad would freak if I don’t get back soon! It was nice seeing you Phineas.” Sunset ran with MO back in her arms. In the distance, Winry was finished sealing an envelope to 1640 Riverside Drive; not to the famous doctor, but his daughter.