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,@ 2009-03-16 17:01:00 |
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Saturday: December 22, 2007
Who: Max & Mitsuko
When: Late Night
Where: Storage Facility
What: Two thieves up to no good.
He watched the sunset on his porch that evening, even if he wasn't sure why. It seemed like a sappy thing to do, or at least something only an old man would waste him time doing. Max let himself go soft during his stay here, and he wanted to find a way to harden himself up again. He hadn't heard from either one of his so-called new friends, not the merman, not Riley. He didn't know where they were or what they were doing, but he assumed it was clear neither one of them wanted to waste any more time around him.
His hands itched to get back to their old work. With fingers fidgeting in his lap, Max sat up from the simple wicker chair on his porch. The sun had set, navy blue creeping in like ink staining the sky. Eventually, it would be pitch black outside. He entered his house and covered himself properly with gloves and hat on top of the rest of his clothing and took a small amount of useful supplies with him. Nothing too exaggerated—just a lock-picking kit, miniature flashlight he managed to scrounge up, and a knife hidden in the sole of his boot. It was there just for protection.
The grass was soft beneath his feet as he walked down the path outside his front door. He cut across the trees and corners of town until he reached the storage facility. He was supposed to meet her here. Why, he wasn’t sure. The rules were up to her since it was her suggestion. Hell, he didn’t even know what they were supposed to steal. Something small and unnoticeable, hopefully; they didn’t need someone figuring out their heist in case they managed to get away with it tonight.
Who: Max & Mitsuko
When: Late Night
Where: Storage Facility
What: Two thieves up to no good.
He watched the sunset on his porch that evening, even if he wasn't sure why. It seemed like a sappy thing to do, or at least something only an old man would waste him time doing. Max let himself go soft during his stay here, and he wanted to find a way to harden himself up again. He hadn't heard from either one of his so-called new friends, not the merman, not Riley. He didn't know where they were or what they were doing, but he assumed it was clear neither one of them wanted to waste any more time around him.
His hands itched to get back to their old work. With fingers fidgeting in his lap, Max sat up from the simple wicker chair on his porch. The sun had set, navy blue creeping in like ink staining the sky. Eventually, it would be pitch black outside. He entered his house and covered himself properly with gloves and hat on top of the rest of his clothing and took a small amount of useful supplies with him. Nothing too exaggerated—just a lock-picking kit, miniature flashlight he managed to scrounge up, and a knife hidden in the sole of his boot. It was there just for protection.
The grass was soft beneath his feet as he walked down the path outside his front door. He cut across the trees and corners of town until he reached the storage facility. He was supposed to meet her here. Why, he wasn’t sure. The rules were up to her since it was her suggestion. Hell, he didn’t even know what they were supposed to steal. Something small and unnoticeable, hopefully; they didn’t need someone figuring out their heist in case they managed to get away with it tonight.