Max Doyle (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} etaequitas) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2008-10-30 20:09:00 |
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Friday: October 26, 2007
Who: Max & Sanura
When: Late Night
Where: Sanura and Adio's Cottage
What: A thief on a hot tin roof . . . gets caught.
Max’s first two days here were as weird as shit falling out of the sky from a monkey’s ass. One day, life was perfectly normal and everything made sense. Right up until some master virus decided to rear its head and wipe out humanity with one fell swoop. If that wasn’t all, a world war was waged over it. Max made it through his days by hiding out in a remote cabin in Italy while he was on a vacation in Europe. Honestly, this wasn’t how he expected it to end — washed up on a shore in a weird fucking place like this. How did this place even exist?
Today, he was living in a fantasy world à la video games of World of Warcraft or some sort of The Lord of the Rings book. The only way to feel like he was normal again and alive in some sensible meaning of the word was to do what he was used to doing. That included sneaking around in the middle of the night, his extra-sensitive eyes picking up everything in his surroundings. He was dressed completely in black, even had a cap pulled over his head. Max was looked for a place to break into — not because he wanted to steal anything, but because it was the only way for him to feel like he was really alive right now and actually living this freak of nature existence. Also, to feel normal again. Like he was ever normal in the first place.
His eyes settled on one house in particular. It looked homey. Everyone appeared to be asleep. There were no lights on inside. Glancing around outside, Max made sure no one was around and watching him. Once he saw that the coast was clear, Max made a run for it and reached the house.
He liked a challenge, so the first thing he did for no special reason was to climb up the side of the house. Max used the windows and the interesting little nooks on the structure to make his way up, trying to be as quiet as possible. He could have gone straight for a window, but instead Max wanted to sneak his way onto the roof. His hand slipped, but he snagged a fixture on the window protruding from the roof and pulled himself up. Shoes scraped against the side of the cottage as he climbed upward, and finally, Max settled himself atop the window on the roof. With a leg on either side of the protruding window structure, Max sat atop the house and gazed outward at the landscape.
The air smelled fresher up here, and he liked that.
Who: Max & Sanura
When: Late Night
Where: Sanura and Adio's Cottage
What: A thief on a hot tin roof . . . gets caught.
Max’s first two days here were as weird as shit falling out of the sky from a monkey’s ass. One day, life was perfectly normal and everything made sense. Right up until some master virus decided to rear its head and wipe out humanity with one fell swoop. If that wasn’t all, a world war was waged over it. Max made it through his days by hiding out in a remote cabin in Italy while he was on a vacation in Europe. Honestly, this wasn’t how he expected it to end — washed up on a shore in a weird fucking place like this. How did this place even exist?
Today, he was living in a fantasy world à la video games of World of Warcraft or some sort of The Lord of the Rings book. The only way to feel like he was normal again and alive in some sensible meaning of the word was to do what he was used to doing. That included sneaking around in the middle of the night, his extra-sensitive eyes picking up everything in his surroundings. He was dressed completely in black, even had a cap pulled over his head. Max was looked for a place to break into — not because he wanted to steal anything, but because it was the only way for him to feel like he was really alive right now and actually living this freak of nature existence. Also, to feel normal again. Like he was ever normal in the first place.
His eyes settled on one house in particular. It looked homey. Everyone appeared to be asleep. There were no lights on inside. Glancing around outside, Max made sure no one was around and watching him. Once he saw that the coast was clear, Max made a run for it and reached the house.
He liked a challenge, so the first thing he did for no special reason was to climb up the side of the house. Max used the windows and the interesting little nooks on the structure to make his way up, trying to be as quiet as possible. He could have gone straight for a window, but instead Max wanted to sneak his way onto the roof. His hand slipped, but he snagged a fixture on the window protruding from the roof and pulled himself up. Shoes scraped against the side of the cottage as he climbed upward, and finally, Max settled himself atop the window on the roof. With a leg on either side of the protruding window structure, Max sat atop the house and gazed outward at the landscape.
The air smelled fresher up here, and he liked that.