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Posted by sunshine on Jun 13, 2008 20:34:13 GMT -6
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Max was losing patience with Ethan and fast, he figured that the sooner he lost his temper the sooner Max's powers would set off again. Ethan had to keep him calm, the situation wasn't as simple as he had originally planned. He was going to call the resistance and sit in a safehouse until they came and got him, then things would be all gravy. But nope he ran into another mutant, and being the kind hearted kid that he was he had to help him out. Now he was on the run from the law, even more so then before when he first came to New York and killed a man. Now he couldn't run like he used to be able to now he had to stay and fight, just great. "Just calm down bro, things will be all smooth from here." He crossed the street and walked up a block, the building was on the next block.
It was an old abandoned car assemble building, it had been put on a list to be taken down but things got distracted when the registration began. "We don't go straight there because I have no idea where they are, just a number. I got it off a guy who claimed to work for them, so I call and we pray it ain't a number that will say 'Oh hey, we're mutants please capture us'. I have no problem putting myself on the line." He came up to the building. He slipped into an alley on the edge of the building and came to a fence leading to a back entrance. He removed his bag from his back and tossed it over the fence. "I'm giving you a choice, you don't have to come with me, it's a fifty fifty chance that the numbers a phony." He climbed over the fence and hopped to the ground on the other side. "So this is where you make a choice. Cross the fence and you stick around to see if the number is real. You stay on that side and you can go back to the subway and wait til this blows over." Lucy slipped through a small hole in the corner of the fence and ran around Ethan twice before siting by the pack on the ground, her tounge hanging out and tail wagging. "So what is it gunna be?" He askd through the fence to his new friend on the other side.
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Posted by kairutai on Jun 13, 2008 21:36:07 GMT -6
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He followed Ethan to the building, and Ethan was correct, it was simpler than what he had faced a minute ago, even though a mass of people wasn't dangerous as some other things. He decided he needed medications, and mumbled so outloud. He tried his best not to laugh at Ethan's usage of the word 'Bro'. It certified that he was indeed from California, where people called him Sunshine. The name made him think of an elderly woman such as a kinda grandmother giving him that name. Max stopped short at the fence. Was he to go with Ethan? It could be potentially dangerous. However, Ethan had helped him out, and he felt obliged to follow him. The Loyalist in him pushed him over the fence with some physical difficulty. He was definitely not made for fence-hopping. He clenched his arm to apply pressure on a cut he had received. It was nothing majour. Nothing to worry about at all.
"You can trust me just as much as I can trust you." He said sharply as he stood in front of Ethan, foot away. "Therefore, If you cannot trust me, due to whatever reasons, it would mean that I cannot trust you, if I have told the truth. However, if you cannot trust me, who's to say I'm telling the truth? Equally, how would I know what you are believing?" Max said in an increasingly fast pace. He was getting tired, which meant that all of the energy that wasn't used that day came out in a large burst at once. It wasn't a side effect of his mutation really, just a strange way to get rid of energy he had stored up. "I'm ready to give this a shot. I can handle more than what happened today. May not have pretty effects though." Max nodded, though inside he was unsure of himself. He never really had to use his mutation lately. He just hid in the shadows, and when he did move, he tried his best to make sure that it was quick, and without letting anyone know of his living. Therefore, he did it mostly at night. However, he occasionally ran into issues such as gangs and the like. They had an addiction of trying to get money for drugs, or trying to get him to join them, even though they were unaware of what he was. He doubted they really wanted him. Probably wanted to trick him into thinking he was safe, then stab him in the back and cut his face to shreds afterward.
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