InsaneJournal

Day 5
Who: Maxxie and Lestat
When: Starting in early morning
Where: Ballroom, Swimming Pool, etc
What: Maxxie meets his first vampire
Rating: PG-13 at least
Status: Completed





Maxxie had slept easier than the night before. He had cried more that first night here than he had in his entire life and now it felt as if he were empty of tears. Or maybe he was in shock, he wouldnt doubt it after the things he had seen and heard. But either way, he didnt miss the tears, being a naturally happy soul. He wasnt ready to accept his fate on this planet, still working at some way to get home, but it was time to put his energy to more constructive things.

The boy skipped his morning shower, simply washing his face and brushing hair and teeth. He had plans to find the ballroom this morning and there was no use showering before the workout he was in for. A pair of loose, white linen practice pants with a drawstring waist and a bright blue wifebeater would give him the range of motion he needed. His soft bottomed dance shoes, a pair of tap shoes and a towel were carried as he hurried out the door, eager to get sweaty.

Maxxie paused at the small cafe in the lobby, grabbing a bottled water for the moment and promising himself that he would make it back in time to get one of the breakfast sandwiches. His bare feet quietly padded down the hall leading to the ballroom, slowly pulling the door open to peek in. It was empty and to his surprise a small stereo sat in the corner. Had that been there the day before?

He dropped to the floor beside the stereo, taking a moment to pull on his soft shoes before examining the choice of music on the CD already in the drive. A laugh bursting from him as he discovered it to be his favorite band, Arcade Fire. Punching the play buttom, Maxxie jumped up, already twisting in his first turn as the music blared out.

The blond's movement was nonstop until the CD ended. Once the room quieted, Maxxie stopped, gasping for breath, his clothes soaked in his sweat. The towel rubbed across his face then up into his hair before he turned the bottle up for a gulp of the water. The toe of one shoe then caught the heel of the other and he kicked the soft soled shoes off to be replaced with his taps.

Maxxie chose silence to accompany his tap practice, preferring to hum a tune softly as he worked in front of a wall of floor to ceiling mirrors. He continued his dance moves, growing more and more complex, until completely out of breath. Again, he used the towel and guzzled the remaining water.

The tap shoes were discarded in the same fashion as the soft soled ones, both were scooped up and Maxxie grinned. He would make this a daily activity, at least while here.

The breakfast sandwich wasnt forgotten, nor was an accompanying orange juice. The boy had a bounce in his step as he traversed the lobby toward the stairs. Maxxie paused in mid-chew as he saw a couple exit the elevator in swim suits.

"Spot on!" he commented around the bite in his mouth and then hurried up the stairs, wondering if his swimsuit had also been mystically recreated here. Sure enough, his salmon and white striped board shorts were right where he would have put them at home. Just looking at them reminded him of the last time he had worn them, ha! and tossed them off as his whole crowd of friends went skinny dipping at the beach. That memory also brought on the thought of his stalker and of catching Anwar with her. With a sigh, he shook off the memory and tossed the shorts on his brown, orange and yellow comforter, kicking off his sweaty clothes on the way to shower.

Once the water was good and hot, Maxxie began to scrub, singing into the soap as if it were a microphone. He emerged from the attached bathroom squeaky clean and ready to hit the pool. The board shorts on and a towel in hand, the boy ran down the hallway and out to the pool area, ready to spend the afternoon playing and sunning.