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WHO: Max Guevara and open. Multiple threads encouraged.
WHAT: Max waking up at 11am for drills and being alerted to a strange place.
WHEN: Early morning, into late morning depending on where threads go.
WARNINGS: She'll be flighty, dodgy, deceptive, and stubborn. FYI.
NOTES: For more information you can watch this video.
0500 hours, they were supposed to be up running drills. At six it would be time for their lessons and Max distinctly remembered going to sleep listening to Ben's tears. When she woke, it was with a start. She didn't need sleep, so, she normally didn't. The fact that she'd fallen asleep must have meant some kind of exertion but where she woke up was another story.
It was a house, or, a room that was inside of one. This wasn't the barracks. She slipped from the bed in her pale blue uniform and with the gentle pads of her feet and she went to explore. She looked through the kitchen and grabbed the first thing she could find to eat, it wasn't the mess, it was better. She didn't ask for the left overs that she indulged in, she ate them because she'd been punished the night before and wasn't given her rations.
Everything seemed surreal. This wasn't what she was used to. She wasn't sure if she'd actually managed to escape or if they were done with her but walking until she reached the library, she thumbed through the books and sat down with one, then another, and another, reading them until well after breakfast was served back where she'd woken up. It was in leaving the library that she decided to do herself one better and climb back up onto the boarding house roof when she got back. She liked high places and being able to watch those that were beneath her. She wasn't ready to do any talking just yet, her superiors had taught her to blend in, it's what she was going to do. Being up for six hours didn't seem to bother her. She was content with her bird's eye view.
WHAT: Max waking up at 11am for drills and being alerted to a strange place.
WHEN: Early morning, into late morning depending on where threads go.
WARNINGS: She'll be flighty, dodgy, deceptive, and stubborn. FYI.
NOTES: For more information you can watch this video.
0500 hours, they were supposed to be up running drills. At six it would be time for their lessons and Max distinctly remembered going to sleep listening to Ben's tears. When she woke, it was with a start. She didn't need sleep, so, she normally didn't. The fact that she'd fallen asleep must have meant some kind of exertion but where she woke up was another story.
It was a house, or, a room that was inside of one. This wasn't the barracks. She slipped from the bed in her pale blue uniform and with the gentle pads of her feet and she went to explore. She looked through the kitchen and grabbed the first thing she could find to eat, it wasn't the mess, it was better. She didn't ask for the left overs that she indulged in, she ate them because she'd been punished the night before and wasn't given her rations.
Everything seemed surreal. This wasn't what she was used to. She wasn't sure if she'd actually managed to escape or if they were done with her but walking until she reached the library, she thumbed through the books and sat down with one, then another, and another, reading them until well after breakfast was served back where she'd woken up. It was in leaving the library that she decided to do herself one better and climb back up onto the boarding house roof when she got back. She liked high places and being able to watch those that were beneath her. She wasn't ready to do any talking just yet, her superiors had taught her to blend in, it's what she was going to do. Being up for six hours didn't seem to bother her. She was content with her bird's eye view.