captain chloe @c4ptaingirlw0nderchlo3 - Tumblr Blog

you think I’d give up valuable info about myself to you rando’s? you’ll have to work harder than reading some dumb intro post to uncover my secrets…

i am the designated captain of this ship, but i’ll still chat if you’re interesting enough. really, i’m only here for one girl. she knows who she is. we’re heading “home” together, and she’s convinced me to hop aboard this hellsite. she doesn’t know i’m a veteran ‘round these parts.

so, i’m back you internet freaks! ask me whatever, maybe you’ll be lucky enough to get an answer

#life is strange #lis #lis ask blog #life is strange ask blog #ask blog to #lis rp #life is strange roleplay #send me asks #ask blog #pls send asks #send asks #ask me stuff

Do you like aquariums? What about zoos? Parks?

aquariums & parks have always been my jam.

#ooc: they make her think about max and rachel if you care

c4ptaingirlw0nderchlo3

Maxine Caulfield does not crack under pressure. Not anymore, at least. But it’s increasingly hard to pretend that what happened in Arcadia Bay didn’t affect her. She had all the choice in the world, yet she had no choices at all. Max lay in her bed, beside Chloe, reblogging each other’s posts and giggling. Nudging each other and laughing, in this safe bubble they’ve found themselves in. Max cannot be in this space for much longer, feeling this safe and secure, without shattering in front of her partner in time.

So, Max gets up and leaves , nudging Chloe with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes on the way out, promising she’ll be right back. Max creeps down the stairs, pushing the front door open and shutting it. Man, she should tell her dad to put some WD-40 on that. That puppy creaks like hell! Max makes a mental note of that as she sits down on the porch, eyes flitting up towards the sky. Locusts buzz, and lightning bugs dance, and Max stares out at the stars with an expression that’s hard to read. Her arms curl around her knees, resting her head against her legs as she sighs. Just one minute, Maxine thinks to herself. One minute outside watching the clouds becomes ten minutes, becomes fifteen minutes, becomes thirty minutes. She hardly notices. She’s hardly grounded, anyway. She hasn’t been for a while.

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Chloe Price is worried. She’s been worried since they got on the road. She’s been worried since they arrived at Max’s parent’s. And she’s worried now. Max has been gone for a while now, and after her many near-death experiences, Chloe could be likened to that of a shivering puppy with separation anxiety.

So, of course, once Max’s absence hits 35 minutes, Chloe gets up off her ass to look for her.

She finds Max on the porch, curled in on herself, lost in her head. Chloe’s footsteps are uncharacteristically careful as she finds her place at Max’s side. Her partner in crime. She feels the need to clear her throat, but refrains in doing so, instead nudging Max’s elbow with her own. “What’s up, dork? You camping out here, or something?”

n0irang3l

Max's head jerks up, eyes wide when she feels a elbow against her own. Her body tenses, and she almost instinctively raises her right hand to rewind in case it's danger, or Nathan, or Jefferson or-- Chloe. It's just Chloe. Max breathes a sigh of relief, letting go a breath she was hardly aware she was even holding as she puts her arm at her side, smiling in an awkward fashion. She pulls her arms up to her knees, and she hugs them tightly to her chest as she looks up at Chloe, . "Hey." Max murmurs breathlessly. "No, haha.. I'm just-" Max didn't really think of an excuse. She doesn't have a good one. She looks back up to the sky, watching the dark clouds paint the stars in dark blues and grays, muddying the bright glow slightly. She wonders if the stars ever get upset that their view on the earth down below gets blocked by stupid clouds. She thinks she would be! Oh-- Right, "..Thinking. But, it's fine, Chloe. I'll be back inside in a few minutes, okay?" Max looks up at Chloe, offering a nervous smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

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That doesn’t help her worrying at all. Chloe quirks her brow, entirely unimpressed with Max’s acting skills. She gives her a once over, taking in every little tell and detail that are so entirely Max. Chloe scoffs, though her voice softens at the end, “Right… You’re a shit liar, yknow that, Caulfield? …What’s really going on?”

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Max’s eyebrows knit together as her nose wrinkles, and she shakes her head. “I’m fine, Chloe.” Max snaps back. This anger is so foreign to Max. So much so, it almost looks like a mask. And, Chloe wouldn’t be wrong for thinking so. “I just needed some fresh air. That’s all.” Max can’t look at her when she speaks. She’s half tempted to rewind from before Chloe walked out here, but she doesn’t.

c4ptaingirlw0nderchlo3

Chloe nearly recoils at the hostility from Max, but she knows her well. Still, even with all the love care she has for Max, a challenge rises up in her chest. Chloe’s being unfair, she knows that, but it hurts. It hurts that Max is acting like she’s the only one who got burnt and who’s lost—like she’s not the only person Chloe has left. At least, that’s what it feels like.

“Oh, that’s such bullshit, Max! What the hell is going on with you, man?”

She knows, deep down, what’s wrong. How couldn’t she? But, after everything, Chloe thought her partner in crime could be honest with her. She thought they were close enough to have that.

(What a hypocrite, as if she isn’t pushing everything down, as if she isn’t running from what and who she’s lost)

c4ptaingirlw0nderchlo3

Maxine Caulfield does not crack under pressure. Not anymore, at least. But it’s increasingly hard to pretend that what happened in Arcadia Bay didn’t affect her. She had all the choice in the world, yet she had no choices at all. Max lay in her bed, beside Chloe, reblogging each other’s posts and giggling. Nudging each other and laughing, in this safe bubble they’ve found themselves in. Max cannot be in this space for much longer, feeling this safe and secure, without shattering in front of her partner in time.

So, Max gets up and leaves , nudging Chloe with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes on the way out, promising she’ll be right back. Max creeps down the stairs, pushing the front door open and shutting it. Man, she should tell her dad to put some WD-40 on that. That puppy creaks like hell! Max makes a mental note of that as she sits down on the porch, eyes flitting up towards the sky. Locusts buzz, and lightning bugs dance, and Max stares out at the stars with an expression that’s hard to read. Her arms curl around her knees, resting her head against her legs as she sighs. Just one minute, Maxine thinks to herself. One minute outside watching the clouds becomes ten minutes, becomes fifteen minutes, becomes thirty minutes. She hardly notices. She’s hardly grounded, anyway. She hasn’t been for a while.

@n0irang3l

Chloe Price is worried. She’s been worried since they got on the road. She’s been worried since they arrived at Max’s parent’s. And she’s worried now. Max has been gone for a while now, and after her many near-death experiences, Chloe could be likened to that of a shivering puppy with separation anxiety.

So, of course, once Max’s absence hits 35 minutes, Chloe gets up off her ass to look for her.

She finds Max on the porch, curled in on herself, lost in her head. Chloe’s footsteps are uncharacteristically careful as she finds her place at Max’s side. Her partner in crime. She feels the need to clear her throat, but refrains in doing so, instead nudging Max’s elbow with her own. “What’s up, dork? You camping out here, or something?”

n0irang3l

Max's head jerks up, eyes wide when she feels a elbow against her own. Her body tenses, and she almost instinctively raises her right hand to rewind in case it's danger, or Nathan, or Jefferson or-- Chloe. It's just Chloe. Max breathes a sigh of relief, letting go a breath she was hardly aware she was even holding as she puts her arm at her side, smiling in an awkward fashion. She pulls her arms up to her knees, and she hugs them tightly to her chest as she looks up at Chloe, . "Hey." Max murmurs breathlessly. "No, haha.. I'm just-" Max didn't really think of an excuse. She doesn't have a good one. She looks back up to the sky, watching the dark clouds paint the stars in dark blues and grays, muddying the bright glow slightly. She wonders if the stars ever get upset that their view on the earth down below gets blocked by stupid clouds. She thinks she would be! Oh-- Right, "..Thinking. But, it's fine, Chloe. I'll be back inside in a few minutes, okay?" Max looks up at Chloe, offering a nervous smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

c4ptaingirlw0nderchlo3

That doesn’t help her worrying at all. Chloe quirks her brow, entirely unimpressed with Max’s acting skills. She gives her a once over, taking in every little tell and detail that are so entirely Max. Chloe scoffs, though her voice softens at the end, “Right… You’re a shit liar, yknow that, Caulfield? …What’s really going on?”

Maxine Caulfield does not crack under pressure. Not anymore, at least. But it’s increasingly hard to pretend that what happened in Arcadia Bay didn’t affect her. She had all the choice in the world, yet she had no choices at all. Max lay in her bed, beside Chloe, reblogging each other’s posts and giggling. Nudging each other and laughing, in this safe bubble they’ve found themselves in. Max cannot be in this space for much longer, feeling this safe and secure, without shattering in front of her partner in time.

So, Max gets up and leaves , nudging Chloe with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes on the way out, promising she’ll be right back. Max creeps down the stairs, pushing the front door open and shutting it. Man, she should tell her dad to put some WD-40 on that. That puppy creaks like hell! Max makes a mental note of that as she sits down on the porch, eyes flitting up towards the sky. Locusts buzz, and lightning bugs dance, and Max stares out at the stars with an expression that’s hard to read. Her arms curl around her knees, resting her head against her legs as she sighs. Just one minute, Maxine thinks to herself. One minute outside watching the clouds becomes ten minutes, becomes fifteen minutes, becomes thirty minutes. She hardly notices. She’s hardly grounded, anyway. She hasn’t been for a while.

@n0irang3l

Chloe Price is worried. She’s been worried since they got on the road. She’s been worried since they arrived at Max’s parent’s. And she’s worried now. Max has been gone for a while now, and after her many near-death experiences, Chloe could be likened to that of a shivering puppy with separation anxiety.

So, of course, once Max’s absence hits 35 minutes, Chloe gets up off her ass to look for her.

She finds Max on the porch, curled in on herself, lost in her head. Chloe’s footsteps are uncharacteristically careful as she finds her place at Max’s side. Her partner in crime. She feels the need to clear her throat, but refrains in doing so, instead nudging Max’s elbow with her own. “What’s up, dork? You camping out here, or something?”