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Post by Max on Jul 28, 2008 19:07:02 GMT -5
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Max walked down the alley way. She stopped and looked at the trash cans that lined the wall. The wall was to a restaurant. She thought about the trash in the cans. There were probably half eaten cheeseburgers and hot dogs, french fries and potato chips. None of that sounded the least bit appetizing to her now, but before all of this happened. Before she "changed" she probably would have dug into those trash cans as if it was a thanksgiving feast. But those days were over. Thankfully. She stuffed her hands in her vest pockets, and continued down the alley way. She didn't want to think about what had taken place here those 15 years ago. Max wasn't the same girl she use to be. Her mom would probably be so dissappointed in her now. But it doesn't matter any more. Herharpened hearing heard someone approaching. But she wasn't worried. She was highly trained in self defense. She could take care of herself.
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Post by Calista Bryant on Jul 28, 2008 20:21:01 GMT -5
Calista walked down behind an alley way Her light blond hair has some red streaks in it and it hang about 4 inches past her shoulder blades. She wore some black shorts and a black shirt that was covered by a black jacket. you could tell she was a big fan of the color black. Around her eyes were red eyeshadow. and her white skin looked more pale due to all the black that she wore.
Calista walked showing no fear, she had nothing to be afraid of she was well trained. Calista walked behind the alley her hands stuffed inside her black jacket. Calista looked up and caught sight of a girl she looked away and just kept walking. [/center] |
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Post by Max on Jul 28, 2008 20:41:22 GMT -5
Max
Max looked up, and saw the girl, but she ignored her for now. She was dressed much the way Max was, except for Max had a purplish long sleeved shirt under her black vest. Her black pants were similar to leggings except they were much more comfortable, and weren't quite as tight. Her dark hair rather curly today, but none of that really matters right now. She looked down at the ground as the girl continued to draw closer. Max stopped walking, and looked back at the trash cans. She walked over to them, and pushed one of them over. Looking at the blood stain that had been there for 15 years. She hoped the girl would just move on, but it wasn't likely, especially sense she'd just uncovered a massive blood stain. But whether or not she stopped, Max had seen what she had come to see.
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Post by Calista Bryant on Jul 28, 2008 22:06:53 GMT -5
Calista continued to walk looking up at the girl every now and then. She figured the girl saw her but didn't pay attention she didn't mind. Calista looked at the girl as she tipped over the trash can, she walked over to the girl "You like to play with trash?" she asked with a laugh. Calista walked over a stood next to the girl, Calista stood and stared at the trash on the floor and the blood stain on the trash can while she waited for the girl to answer. |
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Post by Max on Jul 28, 2008 22:50:44 GMT -5
Max
Max looked up at her, Something like that. She looked down at the blood stain again, images of that night so long ago flashing through her head. It's a long story. And one that she didn't particularly feel like getting into. She wondered what the girl was doing back here, but she wasn't about to ask. It wasn't any of her business.
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Post by Calista Bryant on Jul 28, 2008 23:08:10 GMT -5
A smirk went across the girls pale face. "I see..." she said trailing off a bit. She stared at the blood stain on the trash can wondering how it got there, and how blood could stay on a trash can. "So, why are you staring at this trash can?" Calista asked and she had just remembered that she didn't even know this girls name. SHe decided to put it off until the girl answered the question, well if she decided to answer the question. |
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Post by Max on Jul 28, 2008 23:25:25 GMT -5
Max
Max sighed. Like I said. It's a long story. She backed away from the trash can, and pointed at the blood. It's my mom's. She looked at the girl. Wondering if she was like me. Genetically engineered to fight. Or if she was just one of those regular humans, that had no idea that any of us existed.
((lol just so ya know, the blood stain is on the cement. sorry if I made it look like it was on the trash can  ))
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Post by Calista Bryant on Jul 28, 2008 23:35:03 GMT -5
((it's okay.)) Calista nodded As the girl backed away and pointed at the blood stain. "Oh, I'm sorry." she said. Although she was a villain Calista had a heart. "My name is Calista." she said extending her hand for the girl to shake. Calista also wondered if this girl was one of those super humans or just an ordinary citizen. There were some questions that ran through her head at this moment. |
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Post by Max on Jul 28, 2008 23:42:58 GMT -5
Max
Max moved her eyes to look at her hand, then moved up look at her eyes. She was trained to be suspicious, but she took the girls hand. Max. She took her hand away and stuffed it back into her pocket. Nice to meet you. That seemed like an ok thing to say. Since she didn't know anything about Calista it was probably safest to keep to the typical dialogue humans used. One could never bee too careful.
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Post by Calista Bryant on Jul 29, 2008 11:53:04 GMT -5
Calista made a small nod of her head when the girl introduced herself as Max. Calista shook the girls had then withdrew it, and brought it back to her side. "same here." she said. throught the years there is definatly one thing that she has learned and that would be to never trust anyone. Calista looked at the girl up a down "Do you come here often?" |
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Post by Max on Jul 29, 2008 12:21:07 GMT -5
Max
Max sighed. Sometimes. She looked up at her again, What about you? This was why she generally avoided talking to strangers. She eventually started running out of things to say. And it was hard to find things to talk about without showing her true colors. She still didn't know if Calista was a normal human or a ass kicking super chick. And even if she was the second, Max didn't know whose side she was on.
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Post by Calista Bryant on Jul 29, 2008 13:18:46 GMT -5
She looked at the girl and nodded "I come here every once in a while, it depends where im going." Calista always used. Calista decided to ask the uestion that was on her mind "Are you one of those humand or a super human person." She asked. Now the only question she had to ask if she answered the second is if she is one of those goody to shoes hero's or and Villain. |
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Post by Max on Jul 29, 2008 13:29:58 GMT -5
Max
Max looked at her. Well that answers my question. If she'd been a normal human, then she wouldn't have asked if Max was one. She would have just assumed. And if not, she would have left that part out. Funny. I don't necessarily consider myself "super". Max crossed her arms, looking at the wall. Seems to me the whole "super" act should be left to the "super" people. She swung her head to look back at Calista You know. The whole, save the world...thing. She shrugged her shoulders. Me? I'm not like that. She turned and leaned on the wall, What about you? She had to tread carefully, at least for now. If Calista turned out to be a hero, then there may be fireworks. But she didn't strike Max as the hero type. But still, you never can tell sometimes.
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Post by Calista Bryant on Jul 29, 2008 13:41:41 GMT -5
Calista looked at the girl with one eyebrow raised. Calista looked at the girl when she spoke. She looked at the girl and nodded "I know exactly what you mean. i hate those goody goody hero's." Calista took it that the girl was a villain by the way she acted, now she can stop being so tense. "Me? my alliance lies with the Villains." she said with a laugh. |
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Post by Max on Jul 29, 2008 13:51:59 GMT -5
Max
Max smirked. So did you volunteer? Or were you volunteered? She knew some people had volunteered themselves to go in for "the change" such as herself. But she also knew others were literally dragged. Volunteering was probably better because for one, you got to choose (sort of) what sort of D.N.A. was added to your own. Second, you didn't feel like an animal in a cage afterwords.
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