max guevara. (dontcallme452) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-24 14:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | max guevara, open |
Who Max and [OPEN].
What Max is fighting some vampires, lets say? That's a crowd favorite.
Where Some dark, dank alley.
When Around eight-thirty last night.
Rating TBD.
It was dark and Max Guevara still had nowhere to spend the night. With no money, no phone, and no friends, she felt helpless. Almost. She didn't want to sleep on the ground like some homeless person if she could help it but the later it became, the more she realized that was what she would have to do. She figured a park wouldn't be so bad, especially if the grass wasn't patchy and brown. She'd slept in worse conditions, after all. Of course, there was the question of how she had arrived from Seattle, Washington to...wherever she was. It didn't look familiar to her at least, and she'd been all over Seattle. It was one of the perks of being a bike messenger.
All Max knew was that five minutes before, she'd been fortifying the Transgenic headquarters. Five minutes ago, she was in Seattle, and five minutes ago, things hadn't been quite so freaky. Hearing a snarl behind her, she spun in time to see something advancing towards her. A Manticore reject she had yet to be introduced to? Possibly, but with fangs prepared to sink into her and blood already dripping from the creature's mouth, she doubted it. Manticore was into making the perfect soldier, not the perfect monster.
"Alright, buddy, you're getting too close for comfort," She said, aiming a kick at the creature's gut. It snarled again, fighting back, and Max punched it in the nose, which seemed to more resemble a snout. She flipped once over the creature's head and kicked the back of it's knees, getting it on the floor, "What the hell are you?"