Who: Maximum Ride and OPEN What: An evening of relaxing and rummaging through stolen goods. When: Dusk Where: a not-so-busy-park Rating: PG Status: In Progress
Maximum didn't like stealing. She hated it. Her new job should pay for stuff, but for right now, Max needed a new shirt and pair of pants. And food. A lot more food. She folded her sullied dirty pair, along with her grimy discolored shirt, shifting in her new pristine white one. In a few days, it'll be in worse shape than the dirty one, but hey. It was nice and clean now, wasn't it?
Max leaned against a tree, wrapping herself in her windbreaker, her wings pressed tightly against her back. They were stiff, unused, and it gave her headaches. Maximum desperately needed some exorcise, but let's face it--an entire city full of crazy people? Everyone with the potential of being -them-? Sorry. No can do. Of course, her new roommate was a pretty cool lady...she didn't set off her paranoid meter all at once. Which was always a good sign. And some of those witch kids seemed pretty, y'know...nice.
She stretched a little, yawning towards the fading sky...she missed the flock. Maybe they would show their faces some day soon. Somewhere. She closed her eyes, and there they were, their restless expressions, tireless smiles. She would see them soon...