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| Callizandra Maxine Foxx | Nov 27 2006, 03:29 PM |
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Max bumped her head to the music blasting through her ears, or more exactly Burn, Burn by The Prophets. For some reason, she really digged rock music. Takin a glance up at the burning sky, she grinned cheekily. It was around 5 am, which was the perfect time to go have some fun. Sure, to most people that was bloody early, but...well, ferals never did have a thing for sleeping long. They always did end up waking up at usually 7 or somethin, but she had a knack at waking up earlier than usual. The sun had just reached above the horizon, glowing silently in the stunning light blue and cloud-free sky. So it wasn't that wierd really that the air was a little bit foggy to breathe in, yet it just made it way hotter than usual. The sunrays were practically burning on her skin. Who would have thought it'd be like that in the morning? She was wearing her usual clothing whenever she was gonna go work on some cars in the hanger, which she did pretty much at every chance she got, if she wasn't out racing. Point was; it was a bloody blast, seriously. Anyway, back to clothing. A plain dirty white tank top, thick at the shoulders...you get the deal. The top was highly cleavaged, and had the words Sugah, we're going down imprinted on it. Her shoes were her only pair, as in the dirty black nike runners that were way overused. Hell, it was pretty much almost falling appart at the lace. Moving on, she had her usual black armband around her elbow, and her fingerless gloves. Last things to go; deep military green ripped shorts, and her usual black hoodie tied around her waist, while her black backpack hang lazily over her left shoulder. Suddenly, as she neared the hanger, she smelled a familliar smell. She was surprised she hadn't smelled it before, but lately she'd been trying to shut her smelling and hearing senses off. They were so annoying sometimes. Anyway, point was; she wasn't alone. Turns out her best bud, and her biggest crush (shh), was sleeping probably in one of the bunks or something. Wierdly enough, she could hear the movement of a livin thing creaking either in the bunks, or in some of the chairs. Pushing hanger appart, and opening it slowly, yet not so quietly. The metal screamed in protest as they were pushed away from each other, and stroking the grey ground. Her music was ****in low, but, well, when you're a feral, you don't really get into that blastin-high music thingy.... Once the hanger was open, the sight of Ben lyin in one of the newest armchairs....so, yeah, it was an old one. And, well, he had been lying, but now he was more like sitting. Talk about good senses. "Hey, Benny Boy." she grinned foxily, "Sup?" With that she threw her backpack in one of sofaes around, and opened the seriously dirty fridge. Taking out a bottle of water, she turned back to her friend, unscrewing the bottle, as she leaned against the refridgiator door. "Whatcha doin here at 5 am, anyway?" she asked, tilting her head a little, "Never got home?" |
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| Chillin · Throwback Hanger | |
10:17 AM Nov 25
