Who: Max Mayfield & Open What: Arriving to town. When: Noonish Where: Starbucks then the streets. Warnings: Talks about death and might end up with mentions of abuse. Rating: low to medium since Max can have an attitude and mouth.
Max felt numb. Not even the yelling from the other room between her mom and step-dad could make her feel anything. Everything felt like a really bad dream, and Max couldn’t find the way to wake herself up. But it wasn’t, and she knew that. The scene kept playing over and over in her head of Billy dying, and it happened because he had done the right thing for once. Stupid asshole! Stupid asshole for somehow getting her to give a damn after everything he had done to her! Max knew why because he did have some good in him even if it was rare because of his dad, and Billy could also be such an asshole most of the time.
Part of her kept waiting and hoping, as sick as it was, that Billy would slam open her door and make some asshole comment or just appear to be an ass. Anything…she’d take anything from him no matter how cruel if it meant he was alive. Hearing her name yelled by her step-dad, she glanced over as if expecting him to walk through the door, but he hadn’t. Wiping away the tears that started again, she cursed herself just wishing she couldn’t feel anything. Instead, she needed to focus on something else and right now she didn’t feel like being around her friends even if a few had moved away. Max moved to take her skateboard before deciding against it. Her heart just wasn’t in it. That seemed to be her mood a lot these days. Max didn’t want to do much of anything these days unless it was walking or sitting in her room, overplaying everything in her head even if it hurt.
Deciding it was best not to put herself in the possible line of fire between the two adults, she moved to climb out her window and jumped down to the ground. A confused look showed up when she jumped down to see the house next door wasn’t in front of her eyes. The sight in front of her was one of disbelief as to how she somehow ended up in the middle of a coffee place. Glancing up at the sign, a coffee shop with some weird ass drinks that were also not cheap. That had to be a joke or a scam! Fixing herself upright, she spotted the door, heading for it as some dude hit into her like she was invisible. “Watch where you’re going, asshole,” she said to him. Flicking him off when he said something about her language. Pushing through the door, she was met with a bunch of weirdos. What the hell was going on? Whatever this was it wasn’t even funny. It felt like some very weird start to a horror movie, and these weirdos in front of her were probably going to end up the killers. The thought would’ve brought a smirk upon her face, but right now she didn’t have that in her. “You stalking me, weirdos?” Her question wasn’t really answered even with them knowing more than they should about her and only given some stuff plus the name of some stranger who was meant to be her guardian.
Max was fine and didn’t need anyone. Only led to her caring or tolerating and then them ending up dead or gone so what was the point? Shoving the name in her pocket, she’d deal with that later….maybe. For now, she’d be fine on her own. This sure as hell wasn’t the upside down from what she knew of it, and this didn’t look like any place around her house. So where the hell was she? Even the type of clothing people had were rather different from what she knew and owned. Slowing her pace down, she took in everything around her, and some possible theories were starting to form in her head, thanks to the comics that she read.