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mcxnevermaxine :

hearing chloes voice, max shook her head; coming back to reality. what she had just seen, the nightmare, it was so real so terrible it made her shutter to think about it. “this is my storm, i caused this.. i caused all of this” the brunette started looking out at arcadia bay as the waves crashed against the shore line. what had she done? “i changed fate and destiny so much that… i actually did alter the course of everything. all i really created was death and destruction.”

looking up at her best friend, she saw the look in her eyes. the fear, the emotion. max wan’ted to grab her and shake her, tell her that everything was going to be okay; but this time she wasn’t so sure if it was. as chloe spoke max felt tears brim in her eyes. she had done this for chloe. she had saved chloe and she didn’t regret a second of it.

turning her head to the small town of arcadia bay, max felt a surge of emotion. guilt, sadness, happiness, love. she had come back arcadia, not sure of what she was going to find. but she found chloe. chloe, the girl she had saved, the girl who broke into blackwell in the middle of the night, the girl she used to play pirates with, the girl she loved. taking the photo out of the blunettes hand, she looked down at it. “i - i feel like i took this shot a thousand years ago” she admitted looking up at the taller girl, unsure of what she was about to say.

before chloe could even explain herself, max stopped her. “fuck that! no.. no way. you are my number one priority now” she told her, turning around to the girl placing her hands on her shoulders so she could really see her. in all this mess, after everything they had gone through, max would not give up chloe not for anything. “you are all that matters to me.”

Chloe couldn’t bare to hear Max blame herself for this - what she had done was selfless - completely and utterly selfless while Chloe had been bitchy, mean, selfish. She had spent the whole week doing what she wanted, testing Max’s boundaries and powers. She might’ve fallen hard for the brunette but in no way would ever be worthy enough of her feelings returned. Chloe could never be someone that anyone would be proud of, that anyone would want or would put first. She knew that her life had already run its course and this was death ready to catch up with her.

“You could use that photo to change everything.” She said, her voice small and held a vulnerability she hadn’t had since her dad died. Change everything, more like fix everything. “All that it would take it for me --- to ----” Dying at the hands of Nathan Prescott, she hoped he rotted wherever he might end up in the new world.

Chloe wished that Max would just agree, because her words hurt her more than any death ever could. The tears burned against the edges of her eyes as lone tears slipped down her pale cheeks. “I know --” Her words came out broken, unable to understand how Max couldn’t just go back and do it, just step away from her and leave her here - or whatever would happen to her. “You’ve proved that over and over, even though I don’t deserve it.” If it had been reversed, she knew she wouldn’t do it for Max but not in a hypocritical sense - because Max’s life meant a lot more than Chloe’s did. And Chloe’s did not equal the whole town dying. She couldn’t live with the guilt of being the reason Joyce died.

The thought of Joyce brought fresh new tears rolling down her cheeks, hands clenching and unclenching by her side. “I’m so selfish -- not like my mom.” Stepping closer to the edge of the cliff, her eyes tried to pinpoint where Joyce would be right now -- probably two whales. “Look what she had to give up, and live through.” Gaze falling back to Max, eyes now red either from the amount of tears of the wind constantly hitting against her face. “She deserves so much more than to be killed by a storm in a fucking diner.” The begging was obvious in her tone, please choose her over me, please.

“there are so many more people who should live.. way more than me.”

#&& CANON ( verse )#&& THE STORM ( thread )#;; sorry?#but also not sorry #lmao

mcxnevermaxine :

“well don’t worry” the smaller girl said with a laugh, “i wouldn’t do that.” looking up towards the signs above the stage. she had to admit, this place was dangerous but she had gotten up on that stupid speaker by herself.

holding the broken piece of equipment in her hands, max nodded her head. “i have a few analog ones at home, polaroids and film cameras; i use this one for work” she told her with a smile. “actually got a few good ones of you making your way through the crowd” she told the bluenette, before a small blush rose on her cheeks. wowzer max wait to blow your cover.

“well still thank you,” she admitted looking up at the taller girl and how she fixed her hair. max couldn’t help but smile at the colour of the girls hair. she seemed so fearless, like she just didn’t give a damn about what anyone else thought about her. “people are always tweeting me about you actually, this is my first time at one of these” she laughed. “i’m max,” she said holding out her hand to the girl in front of her.

Warped tour had been known for its constant dangers, people falling, getting trampled on - yet every year more and more people came back for more. Not that the girl could disagree, she had been coming for longer than remembered it was only recently she was offered a place because of her youtube position, and with the way youtube had been screwing up any way to get her name out there was good enough for the blue haired girl. “What were you even doing up there?”

“If you want we could see if someone could fix it?” She asked, eyes casting down to the camera, someone here must be tech-savvy enough to fix it. Maybe not anyone that was in Chloe’s usual circle, but surely someone came prepared in case something broke. “You did?” Eyes lightening up like a child’s would after they’d been told about santa, Chloe couldn’t hide the excitement from her. “I must’ve looked fucking awesome ! Wish I coulda’ seen them though.”

Chloe couldn’t help but to glance down at the smaller girl, admire the pink within her cheeks as she blushed from her own words. She’s cute. “Oh! Shit! You’re that Max.” The relasation dawned on her, causing a ton of laughter to slip from her lips. “You’re like the second most person that I’m shipped with.” Of course Chloe never thought before speaking, most people had no problem with who they were shipped with - but most of the people she hung out with tended to get high. “I’m Chloe, but you already knew that.” Along with a handshake, she also send a wink at the brunette.

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watching as a blue hair girl surfed the crowed, the brunette could not help but let out a slight giggle. she snapped photos of her, catching her expressions and the way she let the crowd carry her. she looked so carefree in the shots it made max jealous.

grabbing onto the strangers arm, max got up off the ground quickly. “yeah i’m fine” she shouted to her over the music with a genuine smile. “my camera may not be though..” she mumbled picking up the smashed camera lens off the floor panels which had been placed for the concert. “fuck.. this cost a bomb” she said under her breath, opening up her camera bag to place the broken lens and camera into. looking down slightly the smaller girl shook her head, “nah, i’m cool thanks” she told her, giving her a smile. “i’m max by the way; thanks for saving my ass.” looking up at the girl more clearly, max recognized her; but from where? OH SHIT! its chole price, she thought to herself. although max wasn’t a smoker sometimes she dabbled over to weedtube late at night and of course she knew her from all the tweets she got about her from her viewers. “you’re chloe price, right?” she asked her, raising her thin eyebrows.

Pulling her beanie off a second, the girl ran her fingers through her blue locks attempting to sort out the mess -- it had always been, really. “Good, cause this place don’t take well to being sued.” She laughed, meaning mostly to the signs that they had above all the artist’s clearly stating - if you moshed or crowd surfed and got hurt suing them would only close the place down. Crazy really when they still allowed bands which had once injured their fans with a micstand.

“Shit, bummer about your camera - you got a spare?” Chloe asked, eyes finally landing on the brunette and being able to see her clearly, or as clearly as she could in the middle of a concert. She looked like someone she had seen before, perhaps a previous show? With a simple shrug she brought the blunt back to her lips. “More for me.” Left her lips, followed by an impish grin, and smoke.

“Hey, no problem. Falling over in here is like a death wish - just be glad you weren’t near the moshers.” Placing the beanie back over her head, and yes maybe she was wearing her own merch - the colour was hella rad. “Yep yep, the one and only!” She grinned, eyes resting on the female’s face. “You look familiar, did you go to any of the past shows?”

#&& TBD ( verse )#&& WARPED ( thread )#;; chloe is cluless but whats new

Listening to Max talk about how all of this was her fault had brought a pain into the blue haired girl, a one that she had thought had faded away, replaced by the joy of having her best friend back in her life. Yet once again the world was ready to screw her over. Reaching out to the girl she had only just gotten back, her hands closed around her shoulders, turning until the brunette faced her. “Fuck all of that, okay? You didn’t ask for it --- and you saved me.”

And Chloe mean that in more than one way, while Max had used her powers to saved her life, she had also saved her mentally, and emotionally. She had made her feel like she had a reason to try again, something that she hadn’t felt since Rachel. “You were destined to get those powers, it had to happen - all of it.” Her heart ached at her words, as her eyes cast down. “ --- except for what happened to Rachel.” The words were like knives in her, tearing her apart from the inside - that fucking asshole had taken one of the most important people to her, she wasn’t about to lose everyone else. “But without your power, we wouldn’t have found her.” She assured, remembering that no matter how much she was hurting, Max had more of the blame - not that she deserved any of it.

“Okay so you’re not a god damn time master, but you’re Maxine Caulfield..” Chloe held onto her best friend, as if it would be the last time she would ever see her, longing to remember the sparkle of her eye, or the way that her hair falls, her fingers ever so gently curling into her jacket. “And you’re amazing,” If it was possible she felt her heart shatter as her arms dropped away, and realisation dawned in on her. She knew now how this had to end - she couldn’t be selfish and hold onto Max when the rest of Arcadia Bay would fall.

“Max, this is the only way.” And out in her hand was the picture, the one that started everything and the one that would finish everything. It was surreal really, only days go she wanted to see the town burn. But Chloe guessed that’s what falling in love did to a person - made them selfless. Her death would save everyone, it would save Max.

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#&& CANON ( verse )#&& THE STORM ( thread )#;; lol bye #i hate myself

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pushing her way through the crowds of people, max made her way up to the journeys right foot stage. camera in hand, she showed the security her vip tag allowing her to have it with her as well as entry into the vip area. quickly opening the lens, she started to shoot whatever band were on the stage. she had never heard there music before but they were pretty good. it was weird being at something like this alone, usually her best friend warren tagged along for company as well as to help her with her so called ‘artsy’ shots. although she had a following on youtube it wasn’t enough to pay the bills so any photography jobs she got, she took. as the lead singer on the band moved with the beat of the music, the small brunette stood up on a speaker to capture a photo of the crowd shouting out the lyrics to a pop-punk song. as she turned around, she felt herself fall from the height she was on and land on her boney ass. “ are you cereal? ” she said to herself, pulling herself from the ground.

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Chloe had just finished up her meet and greet, along with the rest of the youtubers group that was around her - better known as weedtube. The green haired male sat beside the blue haired girl, flashed a large smile as he handed over a joint. “As promised, the best shit around.” His British voice beamed out and the pale female took it with a quick thanks and holding the end between her teeth as she fixed her beanie, short messy blue hair pooling out at the bottom. “Biersack just turned up, I’m off to get an interview.” The blonde best friend, known to many as Rachel Amber - the girl who got high as fuck and interviewed anyone she could find beamed out and left with a bounce in her step. As a familiar tune played out Chloe instantly jumped out of her seat almost knocking it behind her. “Of mice and men! - you comin?” She asked finally lighting the blunt between her lips, and barely waited for the male to shake his head before she was off finding her way to one of the stages where the music was coming from.

Chloe was caught in the music and the sound as soon as she hit the crowd, instantly searching out the closest mosh to join, but hands grabbing at her waist and pulling her into the crowd - easily caught the blue haired stoner off guard but let the crowd carry her. Crowd surfing was fucking great. Reaching the rail and security, she was safely placed onto the ground along with everyone else that joined in. “That was fucking awesome!” She beamed head banging to the music before her eyes caught sight of a brunette falling. At first a laugh escaped her lips, loud enough for anyone to hear. Until she realised just where the girl had fell, she would be trampled if she wasn’t quick to get back up. “Holy fuck are you okay?” She asked out, hoping her words were loud enough to reach the brunette over the music, arms reaching out in an attempt to help her get back up. “Do you need a hit? Might take the edge off your fall?” After another drag she held out the blunt to the girl.