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> Saturday, October 12, 2013 🌌
I’m cerealously surprised that I didn’t make a Tumblr account sooner. It’s been a krazy week, and I need an outlet outside of my actual diary, LOL so, hi!!! I’m here now. (^_^) /
I’m Max (Never Maxine. >:[ ). I take photos. Of me, the world, everything. It may sound sad, but I have a blast. I prefer using analog camera gear over digital tech, but that’s just me being particular.
There is a new addition to the circus, it seems. A strange one. Some wooden fox toy, with red accents and a bell on its chest. That's not the weird part, though. The weird part is that when they arrive, they're asleep. Sprawled out face down on the floor, not even breathing. Which-... they're wooden, so how would you even know if they were? It's unnerving either way. -Laikalike, TADC
One of the younger members of the circus, Jane Doe, finds herself stumbling upon the jingling fox first. She's highly analytical, and scans him over with squinting plastic eyes that glimmer in the circus's harsh lights. He's a jingly one, all thanks to the bell adorning his neck. It's kind of endearing. He's like a old kitty cat! Speaking of old, he looks like the kind of animal you'd look over and call an old boy endearingly. Not judging! Never! A mere observation is all! A few things to recognize here, Jane notes. First of all... Wowsers, she thinks to herself, that guy is out like a light. It's not as if the people around here breathe, really. They're all toys. But it's odd seeing a new recruit lay lifeless on the ground and sleeping. Secondly, he's face down. The fall did not jostle him in the least! Weird! Very, very strange! Thirdly, nobody around them noticed simply because of how quiet he was upon arrival. Not that Jane needs noises to track down those who need help. In fact, she's always been more drawn to the quiet ones. Jane Doe grasps the mahogany toy camera around her neck, grazing her hoofed hand over the plastic piece. Inhaling through a plush nose, the fluffy fawn stuffed animal steps forward. "Hey! Hey," Jane starts, deer tail flicking behind her as she kneels beside the fox. Lanky limbs collapse beside the fox toy, as she rests her hands in her lap. She extends one of the splits in her hoof out like a finger, to poke the fox toy. It's better Jane finds the toy than... anybody else, actually. "...Are you awake?" Dumb question! She's sure she'll get no answer, or an equally stupid answer. One way to find out!
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?”
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.
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?”
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.
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)
...Max doesn't want this.
Max doesn't want to burden anybody, especially Chloe of all people, with her shit. Chloe mythologizes her, and romanticizes her, and Max is well aware of that. Max clenches her fists, raising her knees to her chest and exhaling a shuddering breath. The standard Max holds herself to is the standard everybody holds her to. This sort of savior, this sort of scapegoat, this sort of martyr.
Through gritted teeth, a hiccup escapes at being scolded. She doesn’t want to cry. She doesn’t want to be weak. A sniffle, next. Then, without warning, tears flood down her face against her will. Her shoulders shake with the force of it all, "Just- L-Let me handle m-myself, Chloe." Max grits, though its wobbly. It sounds like a plea. “Please? This isn’t fair on- on you.” She throws her hands up, sobbing into clenched fists as she grits her teeth, eyebrows knit together.
Do you believe in destiny?
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?”
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.
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?”
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.
Max: "I'm so glad you're my partner in crime"
"Chloe: "As long as you're my partner in time."
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?”
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.
Wow!
we need 2 be high
Oh, gosh, no. Not me. I can’t imagine me on weed! I’d say something stupid.
now ur getting it
What? (^_^)’
Wow!
we need 2 be high
Oh, gosh, no. Not me. I can’t imagine me on weed! I’d say something stupid.
Thoughts on space?
I really like space! I like the stars. There’s something so peaceful about knowing that everybody on this pale blue dot is connected, because we’re all under the same sky. The same sun, the same stars, and the same moon, all get to look down at us from space and smile!
Wow!
vampire or werewolf?
Awooo!! Bleh!!! Why not both?
What? Am I not allowed to love big doggies and cool vampires equally?
Do you and Chloe plan on going back to Arcadia Bay for a visit anytime in the future?
I don’t think the remnants of Arcadia Bay are anything other than depressing to look at.
vampire or werewolf?
Awooo!! Bleh!!! Why not both?
what would you do at the end of the world?
It felt like the world was ending when me and Joyce were in the diner with everybody, trying to keep them safe. Aha… I don’t know. I think, ideally, I would want to be with somebody I love. In reality, I would be trying to stop the end from coming at all.
okay, okay. what's your favorite soft drink?
Hmm. Pepsi, I guess? I don’t drink a lot of soda…
pls
…Well, now I know who sent THAT anon ask!! Hi, Chloe.
u have hella powers how did u kno
Who else do I know that would beg to see me in an awesome cape and fearsome fangs? Come on, Chloe.
