[AIM LOG; COMPLETE]
WHO: Maximum Ride [nixe_eva] & Claire Bennet [oww_pavement]
WHAT: A meeting of like minds.
WHERE: Entrance to the marketing district
WHEN: Day 39, afternoon, in response to Max's call for people to group together.
VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: Claire and Max are going to be going around to pin notices to every door they can find tonight about whoever is of sound mind, and up for being part of the resistance group, to meet what will be Day 42, in the evening. A log will be up for this soon, and I'll post the notice that will be pinned to the doors in rivelataooc as well! :D
(4:58:15 PM) oww_pavement: Claire arrived at the meeting location early. Granted, it wasn't as if they'd agreed to meet at any specific time, but the second she'd replied to this... Max, was it? she made her way to the location to sit and wait, more than glad that she was out in broad daylight, people milling about left and right.
At least this way she wouldn't be kidnapped again, or attacked in any way or another.
Tapping her quill against her journal, she waited for the other woman to arrive.
(5:05:18 PM) nixe_eva: Max flew overhead, watching the people with her improved eyesight, wondering where exactly "the entrance to the Market District" was. Her wings, finally were working in concert with her shoulder muscles again. She tucked another strand of stray blond hair behind her ear.
This Claire girl seemed nice enough, she thought to herself as she executed a landing fit for a full bird. Her eyes were watering a little bit as she walked along the street, and she blinked a few times.
The crowded streets bothered her, as she felt closed-in and unable to fly around all the people. But, soon enough, Max came upon a blond girl on a bench. Having nothing else to do, she stopped and wrote in her journal.
Are you on a bench?
(5:14:00 PM) oww_pavement: It was easy to get bored like this, and before she knew it, she started poking through her journal again.
The blood didn't bother her-- not as much as, say, it was bothering Mohinder, or... Nathan.
Maybe because she was used to blood left and right.
But thankfully, this was also how she caught side of the note Max left in her journal.
Closing it, she looked up with a small smile. "Hi, I'm Claire."
She cocked her head as she regarded the woman. She could have sworn she hadn't seen her approaching from anywhere at all.
"I like your plan. I think we need some more organization here-- all of the leaders are slowly crumbling, if it's because of the blood, or because of the bounties on their heads. I... a... something happened recently that made me have a bit of a shift in perspective. Nothing's been happening, and I think we need to take things into our own hands. I have an idea."
(5:24:48 PM) nixe_eva: So. It was the girl on the bench.
Max stood, not quite balancing on the balls of her feet, but not quite at ease either. Her time both on Earth and in Rivelata had taught her that everyone was not to be trusted.
She breathed in deeply, thanking anyone who’d listen that she’d left the stupid bloody journal at home, “I’m lucky I’m only part bird, or there’d be a major problem.” She twitched a wing, remembering how stupidly tempting it had been to just want to lick the blood.
“Yeah, who’s this Cross guy?” Max asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “And I’ve talked with Kent.” She didn’t bother to mention how similar his name had been to Superman’s. But from the way he talked, Max guessed there was no way he was going to tell her in person, let alone through a journal, about who exactly he was. “Who else were the leaders in the jungle thing?”
(6:59:10 PM) oww_pavement: Part bird? Well. Her father could fly, and he wasn't exactly... a bird. But then again, she could regenerate her liver. She'd seen weirder things in her time.
But she could certainly see how that could prove to be problematic. The animals were all losing themselves in the blood, the drive.
"He was a general in his home," she said a bit stiffly. "But it seems the blood's gotten to him terribly. He carries way too much weight on his shoulders. Impulse decisions..."
Claire trailed off, making a face before shaking her head dismissively. "Oh, you mean... Clark? I've spoken to him a few times. He's... well, he seems to consider himself near worthless, being blinded now. Either way, the people need some sort of direction. I've been a follower too long-- seems most people are, anyway."
It was these times that Claire almost wished she'd gone to have known. She could ask Peter, but he...
Either way, he wasn't a leader, either.
"My father was a politician back home, and I know he'd love to turn this into the breeding ground for his next political campaign," she went on a bit bitterly, "and I don't want it to come to that."
(7:29:47 PM) nixe_eva: Max nodded. “Politicians.” Her inflection made the word sound like a curse. For in her mind, they ranked with scientists and doctors, all except Dr. Martinez. “I’ve seen Clark write in the journals he’d been blinded. He never told me what was wrong, exactly, when we wrote through the journals.”
She could almost imagine what the Voice and Jeb would say, It’s all a test. Be a leader. You were made for it. Everything’s a test. She wanted to scream, to tell them she was sick of being a leader. For going on two blissful weeks she had been without the Voice.
And now she was the one wishing it was with her. At least the Voice knew what was going on.
“So,” She looked at the ground, thinking. “Who else is a leader type?” She wouldn’t tell Claire too many of her decisions were impulse too. It would worry her too much. Bitterly, she added, “Somehow I think not too many people will be willing to let a 14-year-old lead them.” Sick of standing, Max moved over to lean against the building next to Claire’s bench.
(7:58:53 PM) oww_pavement: Politicians. She really had a point, though. And her father wasn't exactly the prime example to show for honest politics. Really, he was more of a political disaster, fake smile leading the way. Next he'd hang political posters all over Rivelata.
"I... don't know how much he'd be comfortable with me sharing, then, I just know that it won't be cured anytime soon."
Sighing, Claire set her journal aside before looking up at Max. "There aren't a lot of them. Otherwise there would be a lot more going on here. I know Schwarz are all leaders in their own way, but two of them were captured, perhaps intentionally. No one likes House anymore because of his supposed turning against everyone, so he's out of the question, and no one trusts the rest of Schwarz."
Wait... had... she just called her fourteen? "Either you're 14, or you're saying I'm 14. I'm 17, for the record, but I can tell you right now that it doesn't matter, because Cross is much older, and has acted with a lot less sense. Age is just a number. I'm always going to look like this, chances are I could tell them I'm eighty-five and have it be likely. The queen is stuck forever in an adolescent's body, and she's a leader to this whole city. Don't undermine the strength or leadership a person can have in front of a group of people because of the way they look, or seem. It's petty. If the people fighting for women's rights had just assumed that no one would listen to a woman, we would have still not had the right to vote, let alone have the same stance as a man in the workplace."
Taking a deep breath, she shook her head, looking away. No use arguing.
"Either way, I decided that, since the journals are no longer secure, I would go around and pin notices onto the doors, discreetly, signifying of a date and a time, and a location at which point, all of the people eager to help the resistence can come meet with us. We lead the group, and we figure out, rationally, how we can best proceed from here."
(8:03:22 PM) nixe_eva: Max nodded, "Sounds good." She shrugged, "And I'm the one that's 14. I'm not saying I'm prejudiced against us teens. I'm just saying a lot of adults are. From my experience, they're just as likely to call teens immature as they are stupid." Max breathed inward. Claire didn't need her story, there was already enough going on without it. "I can help you with those notices. I'd tear out the pages from the journal first." Looking into her hands Max added, "Don't worry about telling me about Clark. He'll tell me if he wants to. That's how secrets go."
(8:13:26 PM) oww_pavement: "Oh," Claire said, giving a weak smile. "Yeah, I hear that."
Not just were they said to be immature and stupid, but... more likely to be kidnapped or harassed or... raped, or targeted.
Claire was the last person who would ever disagree there. Say it was easy.
"Okay," she said then, nodding slowly, a strange rush overcoming her at the prospect of something actually happening. "We can both use the journal pages. Tear them out, write the notices, and then go around and pin them to various door-fronts. So... shall we say, we can meet... in three days time, around 9pm? We can pin the notices up tonight, so people can make time and prepare. We can have it..." Thinking, she bit her lip, trying to decide what was best. "I'm living in a house right now, that has a main area that's... roomy enough, as my roommate isn't... with me anymore, and..." that was harder to say than it should have been, "we can meet there. If you enter the housing district, it's the second house on the left. It's got a large rusty number seven on the front, and is right on the main street. We can have everyone meet there, unless you have a better idea."
(8:32:26 PM) nixe_eva: The bird-girl nodded again, feeling more blond hairs pull free of the bun. “It’ll be perfect. Second one on the left, three days, 9 p.m.” She repeated. “My room at the Crimson Dragon is a little small, I think. Room 24, if you want to drop by before then.” She sighed and scratched the back of her head. “Sounds like a plan. Glad to see you in person, Claire. I’m Maximum Ride. Call me Max.”
Walking away, Max spread her brown and white wings to take flight, catching a sea breeze as she soared toward the ceiling of forty feet.
WHAT: A meeting of like minds.
WHERE: Entrance to the marketing district
WHEN: Day 39, afternoon, in response to Max's call for people to group together.
VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: Claire and Max are going to be going around to pin notices to every door they can find tonight about whoever is of sound mind, and up for being part of the resistance group, to meet what will be Day 42, in the evening. A log will be up for this soon, and I'll post the notice that will be pinned to the doors in rivelataooc as well! :D
(4:58:15 PM) oww_pavement: Claire arrived at the meeting location early. Granted, it wasn't as if they'd agreed to meet at any specific time, but the second she'd replied to this... Max, was it? she made her way to the location to sit and wait, more than glad that she was out in broad daylight, people milling about left and right.
At least this way she wouldn't be kidnapped again, or attacked in any way or another.
Tapping her quill against her journal, she waited for the other woman to arrive.
(5:05:18 PM) nixe_eva: Max flew overhead, watching the people with her improved eyesight, wondering where exactly "the entrance to the Market District" was. Her wings, finally were working in concert with her shoulder muscles again. She tucked another strand of stray blond hair behind her ear.
This Claire girl seemed nice enough, she thought to herself as she executed a landing fit for a full bird. Her eyes were watering a little bit as she walked along the street, and she blinked a few times.
The crowded streets bothered her, as she felt closed-in and unable to fly around all the people. But, soon enough, Max came upon a blond girl on a bench. Having nothing else to do, she stopped and wrote in her journal.
Are you on a bench?
(5:14:00 PM) oww_pavement: It was easy to get bored like this, and before she knew it, she started poking through her journal again.
The blood didn't bother her-- not as much as, say, it was bothering Mohinder, or... Nathan.
Maybe because she was used to blood left and right.
But thankfully, this was also how she caught side of the note Max left in her journal.
Closing it, she looked up with a small smile. "Hi, I'm Claire."
She cocked her head as she regarded the woman. She could have sworn she hadn't seen her approaching from anywhere at all.
"I like your plan. I think we need some more organization here-- all of the leaders are slowly crumbling, if it's because of the blood, or because of the bounties on their heads. I... a... something happened recently that made me have a bit of a shift in perspective. Nothing's been happening, and I think we need to take things into our own hands. I have an idea."
(5:24:48 PM) nixe_eva: So. It was the girl on the bench.
Max stood, not quite balancing on the balls of her feet, but not quite at ease either. Her time both on Earth and in Rivelata had taught her that everyone was not to be trusted.
She breathed in deeply, thanking anyone who’d listen that she’d left the stupid bloody journal at home, “I’m lucky I’m only part bird, or there’d be a major problem.” She twitched a wing, remembering how stupidly tempting it had been to just want to lick the blood.
“Yeah, who’s this Cross guy?” Max asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “And I’ve talked with Kent.” She didn’t bother to mention how similar his name had been to Superman’s. But from the way he talked, Max guessed there was no way he was going to tell her in person, let alone through a journal, about who exactly he was. “Who else were the leaders in the jungle thing?”
(6:59:10 PM) oww_pavement: Part bird? Well. Her father could fly, and he wasn't exactly... a bird. But then again, she could regenerate her liver. She'd seen weirder things in her time.
But she could certainly see how that could prove to be problematic. The animals were all losing themselves in the blood, the drive.
"He was a general in his home," she said a bit stiffly. "But it seems the blood's gotten to him terribly. He carries way too much weight on his shoulders. Impulse decisions..."
Claire trailed off, making a face before shaking her head dismissively. "Oh, you mean... Clark? I've spoken to him a few times. He's... well, he seems to consider himself near worthless, being blinded now. Either way, the people need some sort of direction. I've been a follower too long-- seems most people are, anyway."
It was these times that Claire almost wished she'd gone to have known. She could ask Peter, but he...
Either way, he wasn't a leader, either.
"My father was a politician back home, and I know he'd love to turn this into the breeding ground for his next political campaign," she went on a bit bitterly, "and I don't want it to come to that."
(7:29:47 PM) nixe_eva: Max nodded. “Politicians.” Her inflection made the word sound like a curse. For in her mind, they ranked with scientists and doctors, all except Dr. Martinez. “I’ve seen Clark write in the journals he’d been blinded. He never told me what was wrong, exactly, when we wrote through the journals.”
She could almost imagine what the Voice and Jeb would say, It’s all a test. Be a leader. You were made for it. Everything’s a test. She wanted to scream, to tell them she was sick of being a leader. For going on two blissful weeks she had been without the Voice.
And now she was the one wishing it was with her. At least the Voice knew what was going on.
“So,” She looked at the ground, thinking. “Who else is a leader type?” She wouldn’t tell Claire too many of her decisions were impulse too. It would worry her too much. Bitterly, she added, “Somehow I think not too many people will be willing to let a 14-year-old lead them.” Sick of standing, Max moved over to lean against the building next to Claire’s bench.
(7:58:53 PM) oww_pavement: Politicians. She really had a point, though. And her father wasn't exactly the prime example to show for honest politics. Really, he was more of a political disaster, fake smile leading the way. Next he'd hang political posters all over Rivelata.
"I... don't know how much he'd be comfortable with me sharing, then, I just know that it won't be cured anytime soon."
Sighing, Claire set her journal aside before looking up at Max. "There aren't a lot of them. Otherwise there would be a lot more going on here. I know Schwarz are all leaders in their own way, but two of them were captured, perhaps intentionally. No one likes House anymore because of his supposed turning against everyone, so he's out of the question, and no one trusts the rest of Schwarz."
Wait... had... she just called her fourteen? "Either you're 14, or you're saying I'm 14. I'm 17, for the record, but I can tell you right now that it doesn't matter, because Cross is much older, and has acted with a lot less sense. Age is just a number. I'm always going to look like this, chances are I could tell them I'm eighty-five and have it be likely. The queen is stuck forever in an adolescent's body, and she's a leader to this whole city. Don't undermine the strength or leadership a person can have in front of a group of people because of the way they look, or seem. It's petty. If the people fighting for women's rights had just assumed that no one would listen to a woman, we would have still not had the right to vote, let alone have the same stance as a man in the workplace."
Taking a deep breath, she shook her head, looking away. No use arguing.
"Either way, I decided that, since the journals are no longer secure, I would go around and pin notices onto the doors, discreetly, signifying of a date and a time, and a location at which point, all of the people eager to help the resistence can come meet with us. We lead the group, and we figure out, rationally, how we can best proceed from here."
(8:03:22 PM) nixe_eva: Max nodded, "Sounds good." She shrugged, "And I'm the one that's 14. I'm not saying I'm prejudiced against us teens. I'm just saying a lot of adults are. From my experience, they're just as likely to call teens immature as they are stupid." Max breathed inward. Claire didn't need her story, there was already enough going on without it. "I can help you with those notices. I'd tear out the pages from the journal first." Looking into her hands Max added, "Don't worry about telling me about Clark. He'll tell me if he wants to. That's how secrets go."
(8:13:26 PM) oww_pavement: "Oh," Claire said, giving a weak smile. "Yeah, I hear that."
Not just were they said to be immature and stupid, but... more likely to be kidnapped or harassed or... raped, or targeted.
Claire was the last person who would ever disagree there. Say it was easy.
"Okay," she said then, nodding slowly, a strange rush overcoming her at the prospect of something actually happening. "We can both use the journal pages. Tear them out, write the notices, and then go around and pin them to various door-fronts. So... shall we say, we can meet... in three days time, around 9pm? We can pin the notices up tonight, so people can make time and prepare. We can have it..." Thinking, she bit her lip, trying to decide what was best. "I'm living in a house right now, that has a main area that's... roomy enough, as my roommate isn't... with me anymore, and..." that was harder to say than it should have been, "we can meet there. If you enter the housing district, it's the second house on the left. It's got a large rusty number seven on the front, and is right on the main street. We can have everyone meet there, unless you have a better idea."
(8:32:26 PM) nixe_eva: The bird-girl nodded again, feeling more blond hairs pull free of the bun. “It’ll be perfect. Second one on the left, three days, 9 p.m.” She repeated. “My room at the Crimson Dragon is a little small, I think. Room 24, if you want to drop by before then.” She sighed and scratched the back of her head. “Sounds like a plan. Glad to see you in person, Claire. I’m Maximum Ride. Call me Max.”
Walking away, Max spread her brown and white wings to take flight, catching a sea breeze as she soared toward the ceiling of forty feet.