Post by Natasha Walker on Sept 6, 2017 20:55:38 GMT
New York, New York.
55 Central Park West
Max was sat in the sun, looking at the building as she moved along the hordes of people, max flexed hand as she walked towards the door and muttered.
“Stone, glass and steel, is this really it?”
The voice next to her was a smiling Dean as he opened the door for her and let her into the building.
“This is the place, it’s amazing the power these things have isn’t it?”
Max smirks a bit as they both look at the old interior and breathe in for a second Max’s eyes close with a smirk.
“Worship Is worship , Faith is faith, The almighty Dollar is as good a thing to believe in as anything else.”
Dean smirks a bit as they walk blending in with a small crowd even as they take in the surroundings , the prattle of the tour guide lost in amongst the crowd as Dean spoke.
“I’m surprised anywhere stands out amongst the city, come on Maxine, we have to be moving”
Max smirks a bit, her voice caught on a small note of teasing regret.
“But it was just getting to the good part.”
As they started to traipse out among the streets Max kept looking as she looks at the church next to building and faces it smirking at Dean.
“It’s so….empty”
Dean nodded at her and nudged her along back towards the car.
“They don’t really believe”
Max shook her head as she opened up the door to the car, keys jingling to life as she sighs.
“If only they knew….If only they knew, they’d raise their hands and , it’s sickening.”
Max paused and turned towards the church and started to walk the shadows of the gothic stone starting to accept her like a sibling as she moves and lifted a hand.
“I’ll be right back”
Dean’s protests were left behind as Max drifted into the church, and took another breath as she passed the threshold with a smirk, no stop no shout of thunder no burning at her skin, not even an itch.
She rolled a shoulder looking around at the surprisingly empty and grand halls, red carpet and wooden pews leading towards the altar before she was approached by a woman, collar proud on her neck, black clothing and her pudgy form somewhat made smaller by the large woman that was Max.
“How can I help you?”
Max took a moment and then looked at the woman and smirked at her just a bit.
“I looked upon the face of god and found but empty space.”
The Vicar blinks.
“Pardon?”
Max shook her head and turned her back with a shrug starting to move even as the Vicar picked up speed at this mysterious, dark woman Max quickly turned on her and said firmly.
“No, I won’t explain, leave me alone.”
Max started to put distance between them even as she exited the church and Dean was waiting by the car with a soft , raised brow looking at the vicar as he tossed Max the keys.
“What did you find?”
Max clambered in and jammed the keys into the ignition as she huffed a breath.
“Disappointment. Get in, we’re behind schedule.”
Dean quipped as he joined her in the passenger seat.
“And whose fault is that Maxine?”
Maxine’s look had Deans smile drop just a moment as she started the car and moved out into traffic, whilst waiting in line he decided to broach the subject again.
“You’re doing it again.”
Max said flatly eyes on the traffic.
“God has that effect on me.”
Dean smirks softly and well, he has to know, it’s an instant a habit formed over years of journalism.
“Why?”
Max looked about the car and pondered her escape routes even as Dean said with a slight grin.
“You can’t escape even if you wanted Maxine, c’mon admit it you like this, us you just have to tell me your story, you already know mine, and I hate a mystery.”
Max rolled her eyes and after a few more seconds silence Dean looked away with a pointed breath even as Max spoke.
“My father took me to church every Sunday, I’m talking Catholic mass, baptism the whole nine, I associate God, the all-knowing, loving God with a father who made me feel like nothing and taught me only that life is pain.”
A pause and Max smirks a bit.
“I told you Dean, We’re more alike than you think, I just saw thing a little quicker than some, and I might not be the Most Loyal, I don’t think I’d ever want to be, I belong here doing this…Now tell me what’s next on the list?”
Dean nodded satisfied.
“52-74 East Second Street.”
Fade in
We find ourselves atop a rooftop, looking over the urban sprawl that is New York, at least what you can see of it, Max’s chosen location is a fore escape , dirty streets and alleys faming the open air as cars and neon slicked streets counter against constant noise and motion.
The City that never sleeps, even though few cities really do anymore, Max was smirking as she sat there a gust of wind catching her hair, no Gasmask right now, finally she speaks.
“New York , and a welcome return to competition, we find ourselves in the rotten to the core apple and I couldn’t feel any more at home.”
Max smirks a bit and shakes her head.
“The last you saw me I was with my lady showing The ragdoll and the Rainbow the glories of their inevitable failure, but we’re not here to talk about that no we’re here to talk about Freedom. For isn’t that what we’re celebrating?”
Max chuckles.
“Yes The freedom to isolate, persecute and victimize, The freedom that lets me walk where I a want, when I want the freedom we strive for beneath a sky that has been ours since we first held fire in hand and spear to boar.. Yes. Freedom.”
She laughs a bot io herself and wrings her hands shaking her head.
“The freedom to be ignorant of all the real terror you hide beneath videos and news reports able to flick to something more appealing fooling yourselves into believing the world isn’t such a bad place.”
A click of fingers and we flicker quickly to the video package of a setting sun, yellow turning red, turning orange becoming dusk, stars emerging before winking out one by one and coming back to Maxine’s Face before more interspersed shots of the world at night come to the eye.
“I saw the truth and I was angry, in my rage I was half dead..”
Another quick compilation of Maxine’s actions in the ring, person after person brutalised in victory of defeat.
“Nothing mattered except how much pain you were in.”
Astrid and Maxine traded blows, blooded face to blooded face.
“Then she came.”
Rowan stands, straining under Maxine’s weight as Jennifer watches flabbergasted below. The crowd roars with approval as Rowan looks at them for a few long moments… before driving Maxine onto the ring post with a STORM OF THE MORRIGAN!
Back to Maxine who’s eyes open and she smiles.
“She accepted me even though I was her enemy, she saw me for who I was rather than who I was pretending to be and now I have purpose. Purpose with the pack and the hunt has begun in earnest returning to one of my first meals, one of my first real tests in my new life, my new path.”
Max’s eyes close even as she breathes deeply inhaling the polluted air air around her as she chuckles and then lays those eyes back to the camera.
“Crystal Miller, you seek a fair and even contest, instead you will face me again why? Because I have been givien a vision by my lady, and she wants me to hunt to keep my pace, and of course to test me, and who better than you Crystal? It’s so beautiful you who seeks to regain all that time lost at the hands that lay here revenge is a powerful motive, Queen of the screen, so either way we both win…”
Maxine gives a wider smile.
“Well, Perhaps not You see Crystal, I have no intentions of going easy or feeling pity for you, as you are and have always been a reflection of the world interested only in what drives you and you alone, you flick your hair you smile and you expect the wold to bow you expect the world to recognize you and you expect nothing but adulation for what is essentially a hollow shell of woman wanting only one thing.”
She looked down.
“You want to be a queen, and you don’t want to actually put the effort in to get there, I’ve seen it the way you mocked me before I casually laid you to rest for a month or so wit ha , what waist? Concussion? Yes I’m sure that’s what you told them before you played popularity camp in Hollywood, before you realised the waters here were too deep to swim, I noticed you came back with plenty of pip in your step whilst I was being found…No Crystal what you are is meaningless so much dust under my boot and I will prove it once again with my freedom.”
Max shook her head and smirks Eyes looking just beyond the camera and taking in that dark unforgiving jungle..
“By all means fight it, scream, pull pick, fight with every ounce you have, The hunt is so much more exciting when they fight back, the only hunt worth having is the one that makes you –earn – it the one that makes you feel every second , you think me nothing but a brute you will always think me nothing but a brute but what I will show you on Sacrifice is a taste of real pain you will be the first of many laid before the lady’s throne by my hand so seek solace in your friends, seek pleasure in your memories.”
Maxine grins by leaning into the camera, seeming all the more real for it as she breathes, a whip of steam catching the lens as she does so
“Because The There is No Escaping New York, there is no escaping me, there is no escaping this and this time? This time I will offer you as a trophy , victory is not assured but defeat is but a lesson but I will not be broken.”
Max nods and looks up to the sky even as she pulls herselfup to step into the room beyindt he window her voice piciking up as she sings a bit.
“Aaaaamaaazzzzinnnnng Graaaace…How Sweet….The Sound…”
Fin
55 Central Park West
Max was sat in the sun, looking at the building as she moved along the hordes of people, max flexed hand as she walked towards the door and muttered.
“Stone, glass and steel, is this really it?”
The voice next to her was a smiling Dean as he opened the door for her and let her into the building.
“This is the place, it’s amazing the power these things have isn’t it?”
Max smirks a bit as they both look at the old interior and breathe in for a second Max’s eyes close with a smirk.
“Worship Is worship , Faith is faith, The almighty Dollar is as good a thing to believe in as anything else.”
Dean smirks a bit as they walk blending in with a small crowd even as they take in the surroundings , the prattle of the tour guide lost in amongst the crowd as Dean spoke.
“I’m surprised anywhere stands out amongst the city, come on Maxine, we have to be moving”
Max smirks a bit, her voice caught on a small note of teasing regret.
“But it was just getting to the good part.”
As they started to traipse out among the streets Max kept looking as she looks at the church next to building and faces it smirking at Dean.
“It’s so….empty”
Dean nodded at her and nudged her along back towards the car.
“They don’t really believe”
Max shook her head as she opened up the door to the car, keys jingling to life as she sighs.
“If only they knew….If only they knew, they’d raise their hands and , it’s sickening.”
Max paused and turned towards the church and started to walk the shadows of the gothic stone starting to accept her like a sibling as she moves and lifted a hand.
“I’ll be right back”
Dean’s protests were left behind as Max drifted into the church, and took another breath as she passed the threshold with a smirk, no stop no shout of thunder no burning at her skin, not even an itch.
She rolled a shoulder looking around at the surprisingly empty and grand halls, red carpet and wooden pews leading towards the altar before she was approached by a woman, collar proud on her neck, black clothing and her pudgy form somewhat made smaller by the large woman that was Max.
“How can I help you?”
Max took a moment and then looked at the woman and smirked at her just a bit.
“I looked upon the face of god and found but empty space.”
The Vicar blinks.
“Pardon?”
Max shook her head and turned her back with a shrug starting to move even as the Vicar picked up speed at this mysterious, dark woman Max quickly turned on her and said firmly.
“No, I won’t explain, leave me alone.”
Max started to put distance between them even as she exited the church and Dean was waiting by the car with a soft , raised brow looking at the vicar as he tossed Max the keys.
“What did you find?”
Max clambered in and jammed the keys into the ignition as she huffed a breath.
“Disappointment. Get in, we’re behind schedule.”
Dean quipped as he joined her in the passenger seat.
“And whose fault is that Maxine?”
Maxine’s look had Deans smile drop just a moment as she started the car and moved out into traffic, whilst waiting in line he decided to broach the subject again.
“You’re doing it again.”
Max said flatly eyes on the traffic.
“God has that effect on me.”
Dean smirks softly and well, he has to know, it’s an instant a habit formed over years of journalism.
“Why?”
Max looked about the car and pondered her escape routes even as Dean said with a slight grin.
“You can’t escape even if you wanted Maxine, c’mon admit it you like this, us you just have to tell me your story, you already know mine, and I hate a mystery.”
Max rolled her eyes and after a few more seconds silence Dean looked away with a pointed breath even as Max spoke.
“My father took me to church every Sunday, I’m talking Catholic mass, baptism the whole nine, I associate God, the all-knowing, loving God with a father who made me feel like nothing and taught me only that life is pain.”
A pause and Max smirks a bit.
“I told you Dean, We’re more alike than you think, I just saw thing a little quicker than some, and I might not be the Most Loyal, I don’t think I’d ever want to be, I belong here doing this…Now tell me what’s next on the list?”
Dean nodded satisfied.
“52-74 East Second Street.”
Fade in
We find ourselves atop a rooftop, looking over the urban sprawl that is New York, at least what you can see of it, Max’s chosen location is a fore escape , dirty streets and alleys faming the open air as cars and neon slicked streets counter against constant noise and motion.
The City that never sleeps, even though few cities really do anymore, Max was smirking as she sat there a gust of wind catching her hair, no Gasmask right now, finally she speaks.
“New York , and a welcome return to competition, we find ourselves in the rotten to the core apple and I couldn’t feel any more at home.”
Max smirks a bit and shakes her head.
“The last you saw me I was with my lady showing The ragdoll and the Rainbow the glories of their inevitable failure, but we’re not here to talk about that no we’re here to talk about Freedom. For isn’t that what we’re celebrating?”
Max chuckles.
“Yes The freedom to isolate, persecute and victimize, The freedom that lets me walk where I a want, when I want the freedom we strive for beneath a sky that has been ours since we first held fire in hand and spear to boar.. Yes. Freedom.”
She laughs a bot io herself and wrings her hands shaking her head.
“The freedom to be ignorant of all the real terror you hide beneath videos and news reports able to flick to something more appealing fooling yourselves into believing the world isn’t such a bad place.”
A click of fingers and we flicker quickly to the video package of a setting sun, yellow turning red, turning orange becoming dusk, stars emerging before winking out one by one and coming back to Maxine’s Face before more interspersed shots of the world at night come to the eye.
“I saw the truth and I was angry, in my rage I was half dead..”
Another quick compilation of Maxine’s actions in the ring, person after person brutalised in victory of defeat.
“Nothing mattered except how much pain you were in.”
Astrid and Maxine traded blows, blooded face to blooded face.
“Then she came.”
Rowan stands, straining under Maxine’s weight as Jennifer watches flabbergasted below. The crowd roars with approval as Rowan looks at them for a few long moments… before driving Maxine onto the ring post with a STORM OF THE MORRIGAN!
Back to Maxine who’s eyes open and she smiles.
“She accepted me even though I was her enemy, she saw me for who I was rather than who I was pretending to be and now I have purpose. Purpose with the pack and the hunt has begun in earnest returning to one of my first meals, one of my first real tests in my new life, my new path.”
Max’s eyes close even as she breathes deeply inhaling the polluted air air around her as she chuckles and then lays those eyes back to the camera.
“Crystal Miller, you seek a fair and even contest, instead you will face me again why? Because I have been givien a vision by my lady, and she wants me to hunt to keep my pace, and of course to test me, and who better than you Crystal? It’s so beautiful you who seeks to regain all that time lost at the hands that lay here revenge is a powerful motive, Queen of the screen, so either way we both win…”
Maxine gives a wider smile.
“Well, Perhaps not You see Crystal, I have no intentions of going easy or feeling pity for you, as you are and have always been a reflection of the world interested only in what drives you and you alone, you flick your hair you smile and you expect the wold to bow you expect the world to recognize you and you expect nothing but adulation for what is essentially a hollow shell of woman wanting only one thing.”
She looked down.
“You want to be a queen, and you don’t want to actually put the effort in to get there, I’ve seen it the way you mocked me before I casually laid you to rest for a month or so wit ha , what waist? Concussion? Yes I’m sure that’s what you told them before you played popularity camp in Hollywood, before you realised the waters here were too deep to swim, I noticed you came back with plenty of pip in your step whilst I was being found…No Crystal what you are is meaningless so much dust under my boot and I will prove it once again with my freedom.”
Max shook her head and smirks Eyes looking just beyond the camera and taking in that dark unforgiving jungle..
“By all means fight it, scream, pull pick, fight with every ounce you have, The hunt is so much more exciting when they fight back, the only hunt worth having is the one that makes you –earn – it the one that makes you feel every second , you think me nothing but a brute you will always think me nothing but a brute but what I will show you on Sacrifice is a taste of real pain you will be the first of many laid before the lady’s throne by my hand so seek solace in your friends, seek pleasure in your memories.”
Maxine grins by leaning into the camera, seeming all the more real for it as she breathes, a whip of steam catching the lens as she does so
“Because The There is No Escaping New York, there is no escaping me, there is no escaping this and this time? This time I will offer you as a trophy , victory is not assured but defeat is but a lesson but I will not be broken.”
Max nods and looks up to the sky even as she pulls herselfup to step into the room beyindt he window her voice piciking up as she sings a bit.
“Aaaaamaaazzzzinnnnng Graaaace…How Sweet….The Sound…”
Fin
Well howdy there pardner.