Oh, Please

  "I was raised to be charming, not sincere.” Maxwell Goddard, Investigator aka Meddling kid, 18, Don't hold a grudge cause you can't hang. Closed RP for Mystery Inc. HQ  

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maxwell-goddard:

Max sat on his bed, laptop in his lap as he worked on his paper for English, which he had been doing for over an hour now, but he couldn’t seem to near a finish at all. Max groaned and rubbed his face, closing his laptop. There was no finishing this tonight. Deciding he had better things he could be doing, Max grabbed his phone and jogged down the steps, intent on figuring out what to order for dinner, seeing as he would be eating alone once more. He grabbed his cat, Boots, and was about to dial for pizza when he heard a knock on the door. Raising an eyebrow to Boots he walked over and opened the door.

“Emma are you okay?” He asked the girl standing on his porch, she looked upset about something. “Is it about Reese?”

Before saying anything, she welcomed herself into his home and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her as she let out a long deep breath. It was nice to be with someone that actually sounded like they cared about what she was saying. Everyone else seemed to feel that being ‘chill’ was a coveted attribute but to Emma, there was nothing wrong with feeling emotions openly. “Yeah.” She nodded, “I found something.” 

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Max is about to question her again when she lurches at him, giving him a hug, and he can feel the force she is putting behind it. Max frowns and brings his hand up to the back of her head. He isn't used to seeing Emma like this, sober or not. And he can tell she's sober, at least he is pretty sure she is. "Emma, what's wrong, do you want to come in?" He asks her, mostly to be polite, and he shuffles them back a few steps so he can close the door. "What did you find?" He asks, obviously it was big.

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The blonde sat in her parked car in front of Max’s house with both hands on the steering wheel, trying to process what had just happened. She didn’t really trust anyone at this point except for Max and Gabby but Gabby didn’t have the kind of care and comfort she needed. She needed someone strong who could protect her and keep her feeling safe for the night which is how she ended up here, her breaths slow as she tried to calm herself down. It was harder this way. Without a cigarette or any weed left in her glove compartment, she was forced to rely on her less reliable breathing skills. Taking her key out of the ignition, she exited the vehicle and found herself in front of the front door. 

She knocked three times. “Max? It’s Em.”

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Max sat on his bed, laptop in his lap as he worked on his paper for English, which he had been doing for over an hour now, but he couldn't seem to near a finish at all. Max groaned and rubbed his face, closing his laptop. There was no finishing this tonight. Deciding he had better things he could be doing, Max grabbed his phone and jogged down the steps, intent on figuring out what to order for dinner, seeing as he would be eating alone once more. He grabbed his cat, Boots, and was about to dial for pizza when he heard a knock on the door. Raising an eyebrow to Boots he walked over and opened the door.

"Emma are you okay?" He asked the girl standing on his porch, she looked upset about something. "Is it about Reese?"

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queensol:

She felt her hands ball themselves into fists before she quickly released them when she heard him call her by her full name. Everyone knew how she felt about her full name. “I don’t need to worry about looking nice. Not when I had have top call breeding on my side,” Vi scoffed, feeling the familiar feeling of rage surface in her. Ignoring the need to deck him, Vi took a swig from the flask she carried on her. One of the downfalls of being a vampire was that it took her harder to get drunk.

It was out of pure spite for her visiting family that today she chose to wear her shortest dress, a black slip dress so short and tight that would give her grandmother a heart attack if she were still alive. “Oh, you know how my mother is all about the feminist movement now. She’ll think I was empowering myself.” Not a complete lie, her mother was an avid supporter of feminism. However, the woman would be more annoyed at the complete disregard Vi had for her clothes than worried for Vi’s health. 

Max saw the way Vi tightened, he knew what calling her by her full name would do to her. But he could never resist riling the girl up. “I think you should, considering that’s all you have going for you.” He says, scowl still on his face as he looks to the girl. Vi had always been a bit bad, but it was much worse now. He is pretty sure she is in a constant state of trying to get drunk. “Is she now, that’s new,” Max remarks looking at Vi. 

“Anyway, what are you doing out in the park alone as is?” He asks her, “Much less at night.” He adds on. She may hate him, and he had disdain for her, but he still cared, in his own way. She had so little regard for herself it seemed that it scared him. While she was strikingly different from Reese, it was still dangerous for any girl to be out at night alone with no protection.

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queensol:

“Your failure at hiding the bags under your eyes,” Vi replied lazily from her seat on the park bench, “Too late to be wearing sunglasses, don’t you think?” Even if he wasn’t wearing sunglasses, she could still tell that he reeked. Granted, it was possible that her own personal bias clouded her judgement, but he really did smell like he hadn’t showered in the last couple days to her. Or did humans just reek? Either way, Vi wasn’t pleased at the sight of the boy her parents adored. 

“I wonder what your mother would say if she saw you like this,” she stated, barely keeping venom from slipping out. One day, she would break Max, but not tonight-not when her strength wasn’t at its peak or the fact she didn’t a contingency plan for her parents just yet.

Max scowled harder as he looked at Vi. Of course he would run into her of all people. He was just coming from the gym too, the best place to be coming from. “It’s never too late to look good, Virginia. But obviously you don’t know that I’m guessing.” Max says to her, not even feigning to be nice. He liked Vi, he had at least, but something flipped in the girl and all of a sudden she hated him. He just didn’t get her, and he could tell she was pit falling, and while he wished he could help, she didn’t like him.

 “I’m pretty sure my mother would be quite happy I was staying healthy.” He tells her, unlike the Sols, his mom actually cared about him. At times he felt quite bad for the girl. “I wonder what your mom would say if she found you sitting on park bench looking like that?” Max says, but he knows she probably wouldn’t care, the Sols are very about appearances, and they rarely cared for Vi. 

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maggies-ghost:

“I guess…” replied Maggie with a small frown and a gentle shrug. How could Maggie even forget about the new found danger? It was all the town could think of now, all they could talk about. It was an absolute crying shame what had happened to that poor girl, but Maggie tried very hard not to think about it. She especially tried not to think about the fact her own death was entirely nondescript in comparison, or that she was a ghost stuck in town, and this girl, loved by many, was very much stuck in the land of the dead.

As Max sat across from her, Maggie instinctively pulled her hands and drink back towards herself. It would likely appear a reaction to a stranger sitting near her, but in reality she couldn’t risk someone so much as brushing against her. Her frown deepened slightly before she spoke. “What do you mean? No choice for… what?” Now she looked more confused than anything.

Max looks at her, it’s clear the death of Reese had slipped her mind. And he can’t blame her, if it was anyone he himself wasn’t close to, the same would have happened for him. But that wasn’t the case. “No choice but to stay here with you until you are ready to go home.” Max tells her, cocking an eyebrow, the look on his face making it clear he wouldn’t be leaving. Max gave her a quick smile, “Then if you want I can walk you home.” he offers. 

There is no way he risking another girl or person getting hurt if he can stop it. He wasn’t there for Reese when she could have needed him, he can be there for other people. Even if he doesn’t know them, because he feels this is what he has to do in the wake of Reese’s death. He imagines she would be quite proud of him. Max watches he fiddle with her cup, “I’m Maxwell Goddard, what’s your name?” He asks her, wanting to make something other than silence fill the air.

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alessandra-clark:

She smiled at him, “You’re my lab partner, I’ve noticed you only ever have blue pens. How good are you at reading people?” 

“Let’s test it, you aren’t a big fan of cats, because you get this look on your face when I talk about mine, and you never stick with one group of people.” He says and smiles, “How was that?”

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alessandra-clark:

“You always write in a blue pen and you have this thing with working out.” Alex thinks for a second, “I’m sure I’ve noticed more but that’s all i got to dispense right now.” 

Max nods, “Not bad, especially the blue pen thing, never thought anyone picked up on that.” He says, she was good apparently. “The working out thing though, most people get that.” He says with a small laugh.

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athenaxromano:

“That it does,” Athena twirled a piece of her brown hair around her manicured finger - something she did when she was nervous. “I haven’t been here long- maybe four months or so?” She’d never been good at keeping track of time, considering she’s been alive for quite a while and didn’t see the need for it.

Max is happy for his glasses as he notes the hair twirling. Nervous tic, he’ll keep that in mind. And she showed up three months before Reese’s death. Max comes back to his senses and smiles. “That’s nice, I’ve lived here my whole life.” He tells her, “How’s Rosie’s?”

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athenaxromano:

Athena smiled, shaking his hand firmly. She recognized his last name immediately, yet she didn’t say anything. “Oh, I was getting tired of the big city. I prefer small towns,” she replied calmly. This was true; she’d lived in so many cities and once she found the small town, she intended to stay.

Max smiles, “Ah, okay, Coolville does fit the type of small town.” he tells her, “Have you been here long?” He inquires, wanting to know if she moved here before or after Reese’s death. He isn’t ruling anyone out as a suspect at this point.

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alessandra-clark:

“You never know,” She shrugged. “I noticed the man who always walks up and down this street is counting his steps, Almost everyone who goes into the diner alone looks to both sides, and The mailman only smiles when someone thanks him or says hello.” 

“Impressive,” Max says, looking at the man walking, “Anything you've noticed about me?” He asks her, wondering how good she really is

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athenaxromano:

Athena smiled, switching her weight from one foot to the other. “I’m Athena,” she revealed. Even though she’d been in Coolsville for a while now, she didn’t have many friends. She kept to herself mostly, even at work. “And you are?”

Maxwell nods, reaching his hand out to shake her hand, he may be an ass at times but he still has manners. “Pleasure, Athena. I’m Maxwell Goddard.” He tells her with a wide smile. “When did you move here?” He asks, wanting to investigate a bit himself.

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athenaxromano:

“Errands, huh?” Athena questions with a sly smile. She loved to learn information, and even though she was just joking around with the boy in front of her, she tested her limits. Working at the diner helped her gain information about the people that lived in Coolsville and people-watching was her favorite sport.

Max’s eyebrows knit together behind his glasses, squinting his eyes at the girl. He knows investigating is his own job, but he didn’t like it when people tried to dig deeper with him. “Just some stuff for school.” He settled on saying. “What’s your name?” He asks her.

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alessandra-clark:

“Midnight? Don’t you know the bad creatures come out at that hour?” Alex teases. “I’m just hovering, people watching. It’s calming.” 

Max laughs, “I think I’ll be fine.” He tells her, waving off her concern. He has ways to prevent getting hurt. Usually though, he stays on the main roads. “People watching? What have you noticed?” max asks her.

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athenaxromano:

Athena smiled, ignoring the malicious intent in Max’s voice. “Well, a graveyard shift will do that to ya,” she replied. She brushed a hair behind her ear. “What’s your excuse?” 

Max just shrugged, he’d seen the girl work at around the Diner, but never really got her as his waitress before. “My excuse is that I was out late running… errands.” He tells her. Which isn’t true, he was up late doing stuff for the gang, and then running.

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alessandra-clark:

Alex saw him walking in her direction, and tried to think of something to say when he looked up. “The mess that you are,” She pushed off the building she was leaning against and walks over to him. “Rough night?”

Max blinked behind his sunglasses and shrugged, “Yeah, I ended up going for a run at midnight.” He tells her. While they weren’t close friends, the two were partners in science, and ran in the same circles at school. “How about you?” He asks her.

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honest by the neighbourhood

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renaenaew:

Nae’s whole appearance was disheveled from her messy bun to the paint marks on her over-sized t-shirt, she had been working on a painting in her bedroom when she needed more paint. Nae didn’t think she’d see too many people this morning but much to her dismay, someone would see her “not-so-renae” look. When she saw Max her eyes lingered a bit longer on his appearance as well before rolling them at his statement. 

“At you, if that wasn’t already obvious.” Nae replied dryly before furrowing her brows. “You look like shit.”  

Max frowned, of all the people he had to run into, it was one of the merry mystery kids. Sure, they were his friends, but he wasn’t counting on seeing any of them until later, except maybe Libby. He could only really stand two of them- now one, for an extended period of time. Vince sure, but only if Max didn’t open his mouth, and they sat in silence, then they’d be relatively okay. “So kind of you to take notice, at least I’m still wearing respectable clothing.” He says, motioning to his leather jacket and jeans. 

“You on the other hand, seem to wearing a child’s art project.” He says, cocking an eyebrow, that she probably can’t see anyway.