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maskormenace2015-11-06 06:13 pm
timecapture) wrote in maskormenace2015-11-06 06:13 pm
[video]
[The screen turns on, showing a young woman glancing rather uncertainly at the camera. There are dark shadows under her eyes, and she looks exhausted and a bit sad, but her smile is unquestionably genuine.]
Uh… hey, there. My name is Max, and I guess… I’m a super hero now?
[Not that that’s anything new, really. Max doesn’t look nearly as shocked as one might expect - although she does look trepidatious about it. After what happened with Arcadia Bay, she was pretty reluctant to use her powers ever again. Still, Max braces herself internally, shoulders hunching unconsciously and almost defensively, and carries on, determined to not fuck things up quite so badly this time around. Folding her hands neatly on the desk in front of her, she shyly manages another smile, this one brighter and more sure than the last.]
Super Max? Yeah, right. I guess I thought this sort of thing only happened in comic books or something. Wowser. Does this mean I get a cape? Wait. No capes. [Giggling a little, she leans back, relaxing in her chair.] Sorry, I had to. [Not that she thinks people will necessarily get that straight off, but she’s more than happy to have a little joke after the hell her last week was.]
Well… I don’t know if I can really help people, or even inspire them, but I’m willing to try. I’m seriously buzzing over the idea of this - I mean, I’m not exactly hero material. Are heroes allowed to be klutzy? If so, I can probably stop a robbery by tripping or something. And I guess I’m registered now?
[Max holds up her wrists, shaking them a little so that a spiked leather wrist-strap on her left wrist and the more colorful ones on her right shift down, revealing a faint, glowing script.]
I have to admit, these are pretty sweet. I always wanted a tattoo, but I guess I was too chicken to get one. But now, they’re mine! Boo-yah. Even if they are for “hero work”, or whatevs, it’s kinda cool to have them. Like if people need help, they can let us know or something. Maybe it’ll be faster than 9-1-1? Seriously, though, this is all pretty surreal. I don’t know if I can get used to it, but… I’ll try.
[She’s a lot less shaken than perhaps she should be, as though she’s used to this. With great power comes great bullshit, after all - but Max never could quite bring herself walk away from people who needed help. Shrugging a little, more to herself than anyone else, she carries on.]
Anyway, does anyone know any good places around here to take photos? My portfolio kinda needs the work, and I kinda need the fresh air. Not that I don’t usually get fresh air, but I’ve been pretty busy moving in and all. [And here, she holds up her camera.] Say hello to my little friend! Speaking of, I need a place to get film for this bad boy. Any ideas? [She also needs clothes, but pictures are all that matter right now, you have no idea.]
[Wow, that was was more talking than she’d originally intended. But she had been making more of an effort lot be more outgoing lately, and it was nice to not be such a shy weirdo anymore. She can deal.]
Okay, I’m getting tingles now, and I’ve gotta deal with new school… new-ness. Also new job stuff. [Insert a not-unhappy eyeroll here.] Must learn. Must take photos. Et cetera. It’ll be nice to get settled in.
Uh… hey, there. My name is Max, and I guess… I’m a super hero now?
[Not that that’s anything new, really. Max doesn’t look nearly as shocked as one might expect - although she does look trepidatious about it. After what happened with Arcadia Bay, she was pretty reluctant to use her powers ever again. Still, Max braces herself internally, shoulders hunching unconsciously and almost defensively, and carries on, determined to not fuck things up quite so badly this time around. Folding her hands neatly on the desk in front of her, she shyly manages another smile, this one brighter and more sure than the last.]
Super Max? Yeah, right. I guess I thought this sort of thing only happened in comic books or something. Wowser. Does this mean I get a cape? Wait. No capes. [Giggling a little, she leans back, relaxing in her chair.] Sorry, I had to. [Not that she thinks people will necessarily get that straight off, but she’s more than happy to have a little joke after the hell her last week was.]
Well… I don’t know if I can really help people, or even inspire them, but I’m willing to try. I’m seriously buzzing over the idea of this - I mean, I’m not exactly hero material. Are heroes allowed to be klutzy? If so, I can probably stop a robbery by tripping or something. And I guess I’m registered now?
[Max holds up her wrists, shaking them a little so that a spiked leather wrist-strap on her left wrist and the more colorful ones on her right shift down, revealing a faint, glowing script.]
I have to admit, these are pretty sweet. I always wanted a tattoo, but I guess I was too chicken to get one. But now, they’re mine! Boo-yah. Even if they are for “hero work”, or whatevs, it’s kinda cool to have them. Like if people need help, they can let us know or something. Maybe it’ll be faster than 9-1-1? Seriously, though, this is all pretty surreal. I don’t know if I can get used to it, but… I’ll try.
[She’s a lot less shaken than perhaps she should be, as though she’s used to this. With great power comes great bullshit, after all - but Max never could quite bring herself walk away from people who needed help. Shrugging a little, more to herself than anyone else, she carries on.]
Anyway, does anyone know any good places around here to take photos? My portfolio kinda needs the work, and I kinda need the fresh air. Not that I don’t usually get fresh air, but I’ve been pretty busy moving in and all. [And here, she holds up her camera.] Say hello to my little friend! Speaking of, I need a place to get film for this bad boy. Any ideas? [She also needs clothes, but pictures are all that matter right now, you have no idea.]
[Wow, that was was more talking than she’d originally intended. But she had been making more of an effort lot be more outgoing lately, and it was nice to not be such a shy weirdo anymore. She can deal.]
Okay, I’m getting tingles now, and I’ve gotta deal with new school… new-ness. Also new job stuff. [Insert a not-unhappy eyeroll here.] Must learn. Must take photos. Et cetera. It’ll be nice to get settled in.
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