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thisavrou_log2018-02-04 11:49 am
beyourzoomer) wrote in thisavrou_log2018-02-04 11:49 am
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Who: Max Mayfield + You??
When: Sunday
Where: Here there and everywhere.
What: Arriving at the station and trying to figure out what's going on.
Warnings: Mentions of fighting and domestic violence. Spoilers for most of season two of Stranger Things!
[Her skateboard is clutched tightly in her arms as she makes her way down the various halls of the station. She has approximately 110 million questions burning in her mind, but she also doesn't know who to corner and demand answers from. As far as she understood, literally everyone got here the same way, which means no one's here because they chose to be.
She's still shaken up from the way Billy had charged into the Byers' house, first grabbing Lucas and then proceeding to beat the hell out of Steve as she'd stood by, paralyzed with fear. Way to go, Max, she thinks. It isn't the first time she's seen Billy in a rage like that, and it's never any less terrifying. He's so full of hate, of anger.
Her mind alternates between Hawkins and this new, foreign place as she wanders somewhat aimlessly, taking in the new scenery and thinking to herself that she's going to have to draw a map to figure out where everything is.
Because apparently there's no way back, and she's not sure how she feels about that.]
[Open to Roommates]
[In her wandering, she actually manages to find an empty room. With a bed. She sets her skateboard down carefully and then falls back onto it, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly. She's seconds away from passing out when she hears a weird noise. Opening one eye she turns her head in the direction the noise had come from. Definitely the wall.
Max sits up a little, eyebrows furrowing until she sees something bigger than a mouse scurry across the floor. Not a rat - it's - actually she's not sure what it is, but she quickly gets out of bed anyway. She hears another noise, this time from the adjoining common room, and she tenses, then makes her way out of the room, freezing when she sees another person standing there, looking back at her.]
Uh, hey.
When: Sunday
Where: Here there and everywhere.
What: Arriving at the station and trying to figure out what's going on.
Warnings: Mentions of fighting and domestic violence. Spoilers for most of season two of Stranger Things!
[Her skateboard is clutched tightly in her arms as she makes her way down the various halls of the station. She has approximately 110 million questions burning in her mind, but she also doesn't know who to corner and demand answers from. As far as she understood, literally everyone got here the same way, which means no one's here because they chose to be.
She's still shaken up from the way Billy had charged into the Byers' house, first grabbing Lucas and then proceeding to beat the hell out of Steve as she'd stood by, paralyzed with fear. Way to go, Max, she thinks. It isn't the first time she's seen Billy in a rage like that, and it's never any less terrifying. He's so full of hate, of anger.
Her mind alternates between Hawkins and this new, foreign place as she wanders somewhat aimlessly, taking in the new scenery and thinking to herself that she's going to have to draw a map to figure out where everything is.
Because apparently there's no way back, and she's not sure how she feels about that.]
[Open to Roommates]
[In her wandering, she actually manages to find an empty room. With a bed. She sets her skateboard down carefully and then falls back onto it, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly. She's seconds away from passing out when she hears a weird noise. Opening one eye she turns her head in the direction the noise had come from. Definitely the wall.
Max sits up a little, eyebrows furrowing until she sees something bigger than a mouse scurry across the floor. Not a rat - it's - actually she's not sure what it is, but she quickly gets out of bed anyway. She hears another noise, this time from the adjoining common room, and she tenses, then makes her way out of the room, freezing when she sees another person standing there, looking back at her.]
Uh, hey.
\O/
Max shakes her head.]
No, I just - heard noise so I came to check it out. Um, is this your room? [She hitches her thumb over her shoulder, indicating the bedroom behind her.] If it is, sorry. I just got here and I didn't see anyone and I wandered in.
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Mine is actually down this way. [A light jerk of his head, to indicate which part of the common room his room branches off of. Silber purrs affectionately in his arms before wriggling out and hopping back down to approach Max.]
Silber. [His brow furrows.] He likes people. Are you all right with cats?
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[She's relieved she hadn't accidentally claimed a stranger's room. That would be awkward. Not that she'd try and keep it. Still. She follows his gaze to the other door off the common room, nodding.]
Do you know if - is anyone using this one?
[The cat quickly makes his way over to her, rubbing against her ankles and then glancing back at the man once more.]
I'm okay with cats. I've never had one or anything, though. [She hesitates a second, then reaches down and carefully scoops the cat up into her arms.]
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But Silber walking up to Max causes him to pause- and Siegfried watches as she picks him up after hesitating. The end result is a surprisingly loud yowl from the cat and him squirming out her arms. Silber isn't quite ready for that.]
Silber's not fond of being picked up by strangers. [Siegfried's look is apologetic, as he's not quite sure how to work on that one.] He enjoys being pet and sitting on laps, but you have to let him come to you, first. [His cat lets out a chirp back to Siegfried, and he snorts. There's a motion upwards with his hand, and he raises a brow.] Fine, up.
[Silber bounds up onto a chair, then hops upwards right onto Siegfried's shoulder. The cat affectionately rubs his head repeatedly against his owner's cheek, causing the other to sigh.] He also likes doing this, too.
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[Max starts at the yowling, her eyes growing wide as the cat leaps away from her and she just kinda stares for a minute. Well. At least he hadn't scratched her or something. She grimaces and looks at Siegfried.]
Uh, sorry. I don't really have much experience with pets. [She shrugs a little at his apologetic look, though. It's not that big of a deal. She definitely won't try picking Silber up again, though.
She's amused when the cat gets onto his shoulder, like a parrot, and a tiny smile tugs at her mouth.]
I'm Max. [She moves closer and sticks her hand out toward him.]
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It's fine, I didn't either. He decided to come along when I had to leave our previous home. [And Silber wasn't the type to take "no" for an answer.] I've learned since then, and he's patient, so long as you're kind to him. [A quick glance towards Tetora's room has him frowning for just a moment before he looks back at Max.
When she offers her hand, he blinks just a little, before he takes it.] Saber. Welcome to Avagi, Max.