Who: Maxine Gibson
What: Arrival
When: April 7th, Afternoon
Where: The streets of LA
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Maxine considered herself to be a relatively normal teenage girl, even despite her extra curricular activities of hair dying, tattooing, hacking, and fighting crime. The way she say it, Gotham simply offered more opportunities and activities for 'normal' teenage girls than any other city in America. She liked her life in Gotham and the freedom that it offered. As long as she kept her grades up, she could do anything she wanted. She had the run of the city. Of course, she'd probably have it even if her grades dipped. Her parents and older sister just didn't care. For the most part, she was alright with that. Anything could happen in Gotham and it was worth it.
Unfortunately, this wasn't Gotham.
Max put her hands on her hips and looked around this new sprawling metropolis. It definitely wasn't
that Metropolis. But then, it definitely wasn't New Jersey either. She could tell that almost immediately, even by the quality of the air. It was dry and… kind of gross and smoggy.
"Gross." Max made a face as she stared around the busy streets. Not only was it not Gotham City, it definitely wasn't 2040 either. Those cars had
wheels. Wheels. Wow. She'd seen those in museums once. They'd been right next to that payphone she'd seen on the corner a block back.
Of course, she couldn't really scoff at the payphone. Given the fact that her own cell phone wasn't working (unsurprising given that the technology hers ran off of hadn't even been invited yet) there was the possibility that she would have to resort to the public phone. She was just hoping her credit card would work somewhere. Being trapped in a strange place without a cell phone was one thing. Without credits, though? That was a whole other thing.
She reached up and scratched her head, pushing pink strands of hair out of her face. God, she should have never let it grow out…
"Okay, if I were a twentieth –twenty-first?– century 'where the hell am I' booth, where would I be?" she muttered to herself as she continued up the street. She knew
where she was by now, Los Angeles, but that still didn't tell her much. Max had never been off the East Coast, much less to Los Angeles. Gotham, Bludhaven, and Metropolis were the havens she knew like the back of her own hand.
Max shook her head and rolled her eyes. "'Hold this for a sec, Max'," she grumbled, remembering the conversation she'd been having with Terry just a half an hour beforehand. "'I just need to get the suit off'. Next time, Terry? Tell me it's a god damned Boom Tube before you give it to me. Or, you know, have the decency to get pulled through the time space continuum
with me."
Step one? Find a computer, Or… no. Step one was find a newspaper and figure out the date. Step two was finding a computer. Step three? Find a Boom Tube and get the hell back to Gotham so she could yell at Terry.
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