🎵 𝄞 🎸 𝄫 🎷🎶 🎻 (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jukejoint) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rooms, |
[Like most children that spent their childhoods moving around and ignored by exacting parents, Max had spent a lot of time in front of a television. When she wasn't being drilled in how fast she could put together a disassembled firearm, and when she wasn't been forced to run until her muscles gave out, she made friends with rom-coms and sci-fi alike. Distance from those things as she grew older was deliberate, and she'd almost convinced herself she didn't remember any of it. She played dumb, and that was better than ever admitting to being a lonely child. Lonely child wouldn't fit with the her she created during her years in the Army.
But this girl on the ice, she wasn't an aged down version of that older, cynical and jaded woman. She was herself, aged not-yet-twenty-one, and unapologetic about everything.
When his hands went into his pockets, she rolled her dark brown eyes again, unimpressed in the extreme. He didn't even turn, and she wondered if she picked boring old moral dudes as a rule.]
He was humanoid. [Said smugly, and she stopped right in front of him when he asked about wookies, ice kicking up off her skate.] Chewie was less whiny than Jedi-Boy. More articulate too. [She took one finger, and she poked one of the hands that was hiding in his pocket. Theory testing, while not her normal thing, had its benefits at times.] Scared of me?