Post by Max on Nov 23, 2007 19:28:47 GMT -5
"Very well," Max said, ushering him out. Once the door was closed, she gazed up at the dark camera. "Even if you are off," she muttered, "you still make me uncomfortable." Taking out her jacket, Max hung it over the lens, assuring that she would have full privacy. It made her feel infinitely better. Though she was in a room, with a bed, and unshackled, Max did wish she had a window. Since escaping it seemed she would never get enough out of the sky. It felt to her like home; like land was only a pit stop in between. It was a hard life, living between the two worlds, yet not belonging in either. Letting her backpack drop to the floor beside her bed, she took off her t-shirt. She sighed, stretching her wings carefully. Fortunately there was nothing in the way of their eleven foot span. Without cermony or routine Max dropped onto the bed in her tank top and jeans, her wings serving as a feathery sort of comforter. The last thing she remembered was the softness of the pillow against her face.
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Somewhere inside Max, an internal clock went off. It was 6:00. For some reason, whether through routine or some programming, Max never could sleep past that time. She supposed the saying about the early bird was true. Yawning, she stretched langoriously like a cat, her wings extending as well. They were just an extension of her body; sometimes she forgot that it was unusual to have them. Sitting up, her wings folded behind her as she blinked a bit sleepily. That had been the best night's sleep she had since.....well, ever. Vaguely she wondered if Cameron would come by. Somehow Max doubted it; he seemed pretty wrapped up in this war of his. Putting her t-shirt back on, she decided to see about a shower. Her wings were beginning to be a bit bedraggled - hygeine was important if she wanted to be at her maximum in the battle. Peeking out the door, she saw a guard. Maybe he would help her.
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Somewhere inside Max, an internal clock went off. It was 6:00. For some reason, whether through routine or some programming, Max never could sleep past that time. She supposed the saying about the early bird was true. Yawning, she stretched langoriously like a cat, her wings extending as well. They were just an extension of her body; sometimes she forgot that it was unusual to have them. Sitting up, her wings folded behind her as she blinked a bit sleepily. That had been the best night's sleep she had since.....well, ever. Vaguely she wondered if Cameron would come by. Somehow Max doubted it; he seemed pretty wrapped up in this war of his. Putting her t-shirt back on, she decided to see about a shower. Her wings were beginning to be a bit bedraggled - hygeine was important if she wanted to be at her maximum in the battle. Peeking out the door, she saw a guard. Maybe he would help her.