Roleplay to the end :D discussion

Name: Experiment M4X_1MVM. Later, Max Cruz
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Biography/History: I'm not human. But I'm the closest thing to a God that you'll get. They call me M4X_1MVM, or Max for short. I'm faster than your Cheetah felines, stronger than a whole nation combined, smarter than your average human mind can comprehend. They say that I'm special, that I was genetically modified for a specific purpose. I thought I was too. Until one day, I pushed too hard, too far. Now I'm on the run, from the very people I once would've never thought to question. And all I can think of is why. They gave me a purpose, a life, and I was loyal to them to a fault. Maybe that's why they want to cut me short. Because I had a fault. Because I fell short on what they wanted me to be. Why wasn't I good enough?
Personality: I've seen humans before, and there isn't much to be impressed about. I'm designed to be emotionally lacking, but I'm not a complete piece of metal. I say its better if I didn't have any of the human feelings that burden me, but I still possess minor features of it. Unfortunately. I might be part human, but I'm glad that's all that relates me to the weak creatures. My makers are different, though. They can be...inhumane sometimes, that I wonder if there's even a heart in their functional bodies. Those who've met me say I'm cold and distant, that the only thing I am is a face. I can be remorseless and unyielding when I want to, and if there's one thing that I've been taught, its to obey every command and question nothing. I can't help but be curious though, because if I'm honest with myself, I have no idea what I'm here on this Earth for.
Others: I was a born natural fighter, and I suppose I have the looks too, not that I'm bragging (I am). I have an IQ that would shoot through the roof and my body's designed to be that of an athlete's and a gymnast, so really, I'm just the perfect human being (if you can even call me that). I can withstand the cold and heat to a certain degree too, which makes playing with fire and diving under the Atlantic Ocean that much more fun.

Name: Sahalia Fallon
Age:: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
History/Bio: I've had a pretty normal life, but I always wish something big would happen. I have an older brother, Dixon, who takes pleasure in teasing me but is still one of my closest friends. I live with him and our parents, but mostly just with him because our parents are out of town a lot. They've been very busy lately and never make time for us, but Dixon and I have gotten closer because of it, and it's just nice to have more freedom in the house.
Personality: I would say I'm a little shy, but I can be fun and outgoing along the right people; meaning my close friends and family. I eat a lot but have pretty high metabolism so I barely gain weight, which I thank god for. I like reading, blogging and just being lazy. Only times I'm not lazy are when I'm writing, and maybe doing schoolwork. For my favorite subjects, at least.
Others: I really don't know what else to add. I guess that just goes to show how ordinary my life is.

Sahalia

"And remember," RuPaul says in the TV screen. "If you can't love yourself, how in the heeelll are you gonna love somebody else, can I get an amen up in here?" "Amen," I chime in, along with the contestants of the show. I take another bite of popcorn as I wait for Untucked to start. It's sad how drag queens are way more fabulous than me. Hell, I think they're way more fabulous than anyone. I'm waiting for the commercials to end when I hear noises, and I lift my head to look around, but brush it off. Maybe it's just Dixon. He's a heavy sleeper, and a noisy one too. He would sometimes knock stuff down in his sleep, and on top of all that, he snores. That's why I always have my iPod on when I go to bed.

Max

I do a quick tuck and roll into the backyard of the house, ducking behind the shadow of it just as I hear over 300 yards away, the engines of our multiple track vehicles roaring down the streets as they hunt down their prey. Me. My heartbeat increases by a few pulses per minute, and that's saying something, because almost nothing rattles me up. Nothing. But this is different. I cannot afford to linger on emotions, and remind myself again that they are a burden as my mind quickly calculates my chances of hiding out without discovery. They don't look good. Grimacing, I press my ear against the solid brick wall of the house, detecting the loud announcements of a television, and the faint breathing patterns of several occupants inside. An idea starts to form in my head, but I hesitate, wondering if I will need to go through such drastic measures so soon.

Sahalia

A loud clanging noise makes me jolt from my seat, my popcorn bowl almost spilling completely. I place it onto the coffee table and head over to the backdoor, because it was definitely coming from my backyard. Is it a cat or something? Well, you can't be too careful. I head to the kitchen to grab a frying pan, and then walk out into my backyard, the night air sending shivers all over my skin. I look around, cautiously gripping the handle of the frying pan. "Is anyone there?" I call out, not too loud but not too softly, either. I'm not worried about waking up Dixon, because even a friggin' banshee couldn't wake him up.

Max

I curse myself for my clumsy slip when I rammed right into a garbage bin. Metal, of all things. Looking down, I am further shaken to detect the slight tremor in my hands. Closing them tightly into fists, I back away quickly, knowing the noise I made had already attracted unwanted attention. My mind is in chaos though, and I can't focus enough to think of Plan B. Hide. I need to hide. A numb voice ushers me, and I stumble to the trees behind the house, hating how disoriented I am. No. I can't hate. Hate's an emotion I can barely afford to have. Why, why, why?

Sahalia

I see a shadow and hear running footsteps on the grass, and I jolt, gripping the frying pan tighter with both hands. "Okay, who the hell is that? Come out here!" Feeling brave, I walk up to where I saw the shadow, but I can't hide the small bit of fear left in me, and I hesitate more than once. I definitely know it's not a cat now, because the shadow I saw was huge. What if it's a burglar? Shit. I gulp and straighten up, looking around.

Max

I frown at the small figure of a girl wandering out of the house, some sort of wagon grasped tightly in her frail hands. Even from this far and in the dim light, I can tell she is frightened out of her wits, yet she still chose to scurry out. I almost want to scoff at the foolishness. She can't see me, not yet, not until her eyes have adjusted fully to the darkness. I eye her up and down, seeing how much of a threat she will be to me, if any at all. She's barefoot, and while I'd thought her figure small at first, she seems to hold herself higher, and there's a determined spark in her eyes that shine beside a fearful one. I say nothing, curious as to how she will react if she ever does find me.

Sahalia

I start shaking as I approach the tree, and then I quickly jumped behind it, expecting the person to be there, but it's empty. I let out a small sigh of relief, but then feel a breath from behind me, and I squeal, reflex making me turn around and swing the pan. It hits and makes a loud clanging noise and sends vibrations down my arm, and I fall back and stare up at who─or what─I just hit. My heart immediately stops. A tall, muscular guy, probably a few years older than me, is staring me down. I'm stunned by how perfect he looks. His features so flawless─perfectly toned body, all muscle, chiseled face as if it's sculpted by the finest artists─that it freaks me out a little. And what makes my jaw hit the ground is that he's naked. Is a naked male model really in my backyard? I drop my pan in stunned silence. A naked male model is in my backyard.

((LOL, GOOD one!))

Max

I hardly feel anything when the flimsy piece of metal collides against my abdomen, higher than targeted, I presume. She drops her weapon along with her mouth, and mine curl into what I hope is a predatory grin. This close, I can observe her more carefully, and I see the awe and shock in her clear blue eyes. Her hair is platinum blonde, and the tips are dyed a light green, or is it aquamarine? I automatically reach for her wrists and she lets me, the shock still fresh in her system to react much, and I bound them in one hand together, above her head. I press a finger to my lips and stare into her eyes hard, then cock my head to the side to listen out to how far away my makers and their hunting parties are. Less than 100 yards now. I let a little steel enter my gaze, needing her to cooperate or things could take an ugly turn.

Sahalia

I should stop staring into his eyes, but . . . They are the weirdest eyes I've ever seen. It's like they're constantly moving, like I'm looking into a computer screen in the shape and size of an eye. I'm too shocked and scared to speak so I just nod, staying still. I'm afraid if I move he might try to kill me or rape me or something. I mean come on, he may look godly, but he's butt naked. In my backyard. He has to be some kind of nutzo, so I just stay still, hoping not to set him off.

Max

I wait for a while longer, and five minutes later, just as I'd predicted, I hear the silent tanks drive past, and when a spotlight swivels over, I whirl my little hostage around to the back of the tree, pressing against her hard, my finger on her lips now unfurling to lay my palm lightly over her mouth. I mouth a count down from five, and when I reach one, the light flashes away, and my shoulders sag, my head dropping against the tree trunk, nearly forgetting about the girl I have trapped between me and the large plant.

Sahalia

I'm breathing heavily as his body is pressing against my back. I feel his skin, but it's like underneath it is not muscle or flesh, it's . . . steel. He's pressing against me tight and has my mouth covered, so I can't stop my heartbeat from quickening from fear. I start picturing the horrid scenarios of what he might do to me, and tears burn in my eyes. Even if I scream, I don't think anyone will hear me. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that if he wants to kill me, he'll do it quickly.

Max

Four minutes later, when I've had my comfort, I push back away from the tree, but I don't release my hostage. Not yet. I tug her along out from behind the shadows, my hands still locking her in, and make my way over to the back door of the house. I nudge the door open and practically lift her over the threshold, setting her down when I give the door behind me a soft kick close. I listen out for any other noise in the house, but come away with just a heavy breathing somewhere upstairs, before glancing back down at the blonde. "Are you going to scream if I take my hand away?" I ask, my voice smooth like honey.

Sahalia

His voice sends shivers all over my body, and not in a good way. I shake my head, my eyes still tearing up and the tears landing on the side of his hand. Should I scream when he takes away his hand? I don't think I should if I still want to be alive. He probably won't hesitate to kill me on the spot if I scream, so I shake my head again for good measure, meaning it.

Max

"I don't believe you." I say remotely. I can see how much she fears for her life, and I can see how frightened she is. Which is where the problem lay. Humans could be the most unpredictable creatures when they're placed in a dangerous position, and I refuse to put anything past this female. "I won't kill you. I promise." I grunt, just to see if that will help my situation. "Not even if you scream. Worst thing I'll do is just knock you out." I eye the salty tears that splash on my hand against her mouth, and just as I'd expected, it does nothing to jar me.

Sahalia

I shake my head again, getting desperate. I don't believe him, either, when he says he won't kill me. I hope he would just let me go and leave, or maybe he wants to take stuff, I don't even care. I just don't want him to hurt me, or Dixon.

Max

I cluck my tongue when I see a hint of wildness enter her eyes, and disbelief as well. "Listen close and listen well. I'm not here to hurt you or your male companion." Impatience makes my speech hurried, "I just need to hide out for a while. I'll leave as soon as I can, but you need to do me a favor and keep our little encounter to yourself. Capisce?" My fingers unlatch and reach up to wipe away another tear from falling.

Sahalia

I nod, but his words don't comfort me in any way at all. I don't think I'll ever feel safe unless he lets me go. Hell, I don't think I'd even feel safe then. I choose to stay still until he says I can move away from him. I don't care what he says, I'm not taking any chances.

Max

I frown, wondering why I am bartering with this girl. Even if she says something to authorities, I will still be one step ahead of my makers. I always am. I drop my hand from her lips, taking a step back to give her space as I tense, my muscles ready to burst into action should the need arise for me to conduct a quick escape once more.

Sahalia

I start breathing heavily, as if I'd just come out of the water for a very long time. I did hold my breath most of the time, due to fear. I back away to a corner, not caring that I look like some kind of scared kitten. "Okay," I say between breaths. "Take anything you want and go. Just please don't hurt me or my brother, okay? Please." I don't look at him as I speak, mainly because he's butt naked.

Max

"I don't want anything, and I said I wasn't going to hurt you, didn't I?" I repeat myself. "Will you call the police once I leave?" I ask the question innocently enough, taking one more step back and not wanting to freak her out any more than was possible.

Sahalia

"I might not, as long as you don't do anything that would make me do so." Even if he did, I think I wouldn't call the police. He's humongous, and I feel like a hamster next to him, so I know better. But I look over at him─at his face, although the naughty part of me kind of wants to go lower. Way lower─and see that his expression seems sincere enough. But I still can't fully trust him. Questions swirl around in my head, but my mind keeps saying "whack job" because, for god's sakes, this guy is NAKED. But I ask him anyway after I take a deep breath. "Do I even want to know why you're running around my neighborhood in your birthday suit?"

Max

I nod at her decent answer, "Fair enough." She doesn't sound as traumatized as I'd suspected she was, but her second comment throws me off. "Bathing suit?" I cock my head to one side, my eyebrows furrowing slightly. Looking down quickly, I only see myself in the nude. No suit whatsoever. "I don't...understand." I blink, looking back up at her, my mind running through the words to come up with a blank. I don't have time for this, and I know I need to leave, but this holds me back, of all things.

Sahalia

"Birthday suit," I say slowly. "Naked. No clothing whatsoever." Maybe he isn't really a whack job, maybe he's just . . . mentally disabled? I don't know, at some point he does talk like a normal cocky guy. Maybe he's foreign, but I can't detect any type of accent in his voice. "Do you understand? Nude. Why don't you have any clothes on?"

Max

Understanding lights up my gaze. "Ah. That." I murmur, almost to myself as I glance down my body again, which brings another curl to my lips. "I doubt you'd be interested in how I come to be...lacking, in that area." I see the question in her eyes, how she is trying to figure me out, and I decide to be naughty. "See something you like?" My voice turns husky, and a low heat unfurls in a deeper part of me that I've only felt once or twice before. Lust can be a fun feeling to play with, I've found out.

Sahalia

I scoff. "Don't flatter yourself." I try my best to hide my cheeks, which are burning up. "You want me to get some clothes for you? You can't go around naked out in the open, even if it is late. Clothes will make you seem less suspicious." I don't know why I'm helping this guy. He might be some kind of criminal. But clothing him is not just for him, but for me as well. I might feel a little more comfortable around him, although he doesn't seem affected or shy, standing there butt naked, at all. Talk about cockiness with a capital C. "My brother has some clothes you can wear. They might be a little tight for you, but it's better than nothing."

Max

"Why would you want to help me?" My voice turns icy. "I could just as easily knock you out again the second you turn your back. Its a fool's risk. Why do something so unreasonable it puts your life on the line? I will never get that with you people." I eye her up and down again, and in the bright lights of her kitchen, I can see how she would have had partners. She has the curves in all the right places, and her eyes are already a magnet of their own. I might've thought fate was playing a trick on me when I saw her hair colour, because my body has a thing for blondes. Except that I don't believe in fate.

((might need to go soon Fauzy >.<))

Sahalia

I jolt back at his suddenly cold tone of voice, and I lift my palms up in surrender. "I was just offering, I mean . . . It's not just for you, it's for me too. I don't feel comfortable having a guy standing in front of me completely naked." No matter how godly-looking said guy is.

((Aww, okay. :c))

Max

"Then I'll take my leave." I frown, her answers confusing me at best. She must have some ulterior motive in mind. But what? "Will your brother not know his belongings are missing, then?" She hadn't thought of that.

((last post! nitey love! hopefully be back tomz! <3))

Sahalia

"Nah," I reply. "He keeps wearing the same things. I can definitely get clothes that he barely even wears. Let me get them." I head over to the stairs, but not before turning to him and saying, "Don't worry, I won't tell him you're here." I quickly go to his room, and he unsurprisingly doesn't wake up, and I grab some clothes that I think might fit the dude. I don't think he would need shoes, so I just grab a big shirt and jeans and walk back downstairs, handing the clothes to him. "You know how to wear them, right?" I ask, just to make sure.

Max

I study my surroundings while she darts upstairs to grab the clothes, still wondering why on earth she would be willing to help someone who'd just as easily could squeeze the life out of her pretty little neck. When she arrives with a shirt and jeans and asks the stupid question, I direct a withering look towards her and all but snatch them from her as my answer. "How do I know you'll keep your word and not tell anyone about seeing me tonight?" It didn't matter if she did, but it would make my life easier on the run if she said nothing.

Sahalia

"Well, there's really nothing I can do other than promise," I say with a shrug. "And I do. Since you don't really seem like a criminal, I'll keep my word, don't worry." When he has on the clothes─which hug his body very tightly even though it's probably the biggest shirt Dixon owns─I do feel a bit more comfortable around him, and the red of my cheeks is probably starting to dim into a soft pink. "So, are you going to leave now?"

Max

"I don't seem like a criminal to you?" I echo her words sarcastically and ignore her question just as I pull the shirt over my head, almost wanting to chuckle at how her shoulders seem to relax when I do. I watch her silently with my head cocked in an almost comical gesture, then I slowly advance towards her, lifting both hands up to my side to show how harmless I am. When I am right in front of her, I admire the sapphire in her wide gaze, and almost like an afterthought, murmur, "I've always wanted blue eyes."

Sahalia

"Well, not anymore, at least. You didn't answer my─" I stop when he's suddenly right in front of me, his voice taking a seductive quality. How did he get so close to me so fast? Up close I can see his eyes more clearly, and they're even more peculiar in this distance. They're constantly rotating, like camera lenses, and they glow like computer screens. "Yeah well, I've always wanted fancy cyborg eyes," I retort, sort of mocking his seductive voice.

((he didn't touch her btw xD))

Max

A slow curl along my lips unfurls, "Contacts." I say simply and take a step back. I hesitate before I say my next words, mostly because I'm not used to putting myself in other people's debts, but then I remind myself that I won't be seeing this girl again anyway. "Thank you. For the clothes." I leave it at that and swivel around to move for the back door. "Don't worry, you won't be seeing me again after this. Your life can go back to its mundanity." I add as a form of reassurance with a touch of bitterness. She didn't get betrayed by the people who were meant to take care of you.

((Oh sorry I misread. xD))

Sahalia

"Wait!!" I say, probably a little too loudly, but I don't care. I rush over to him before he walks out. "You said contacts. Where did you get them? I would love to have some of those for myself." You probably thought I was gonna ask him something else, maybe something more climactic, but I really want those contacts. They look sickening. That's a compliment by the way. Watching RuPaul's Drag Race all the time makes me start using drag queen phrases often. "And how much were they? They look expensive."

(( ;) ))

Max

I glance back at her over my shoulder, skeptical to the nth degree. "You want to know where I got my contacts?" I yank open the door and step outside, then turn to face her fully, "You do realize that just moments ago you thought I was going to murder you?" I remind her, my voice laced with practicality, "And here you are wanting to get friendly with a stranger on the run from authorities." It was dry now, and I fold my arms as I stare down at her.

Sahalia

I get what he's saying, but I just shrug. "They look cool, that's all. But I guess I could look them up online or something." I step back and place my hand on the door. "Well, good luck with whatever it is you're doing, I guess." I don't think he's a criminal, because if he was one, then I don't think I'd be breathing right now. Or at the very least I might be gagged and tied up. He's certainly very weird, though.

Max

"They're nicer than they look, trust me." I study her again, taking my time to run my eyes over her face, curiosity once again driving me to question her actions and second-guess this girl at best. "Your boyfriend is a lucky man." With a crooked grin, I turn around and head down the porch steps, listening out for any other sirens. Everything is clear, so I move around to the front of the house and cross the street where more shadows seem to linger. And I walk off without a glance back.

Sahalia

I scrunch up my eyebrows at his words, and open my mouth to tell him I don't have a boyfriend, but he doesn't glance back. I shake my head and close the door, walking back to the living room. I'm starting to think twice about whether he's fully sane or not, after those last words. Oh well. I plop down on my chair and sigh in disappointment after missing my favorite part of Drag Race, Untucked. But I just turn off the TV and head upstairs to bed, all the while playing back tonight's events in my mind. Who was that guy, anyway? What was he running from? Meh. No use in pondering. I probably won't even see him again. I sink into my pillows and it only takes a few seconds before sleep comes for me.

Max

I keep on walking through the night, careful to keep an eye and ear out for my hunting party and planning my next move. But the events from two hours ago haunt me, and my heartbeat starts to stutter. It'd been an unusual day, with a visitor coming into the compound, and my makers had given me specific instructions to train with a few handpicked soldiers. It'd been a piece of cake, and I was showing off, doing enough damage, though it wouldn't be permanent. I wanted to impress whoever it was that my masters seemed to dote on, and I thought I had. That night, as I crawled up to my secret hiding place on the roof, I'd heard hushed and tensed voices coming from the other end of the building. Curious, I'd strained to make out the conversation after realizing one of the voices belonged to a maker. What I'd heard froze my blood and had my head reeling.

((sorry, that wasn't the best post :/ I'll correct it when I get my head together xD))

((It's fine. o_O I'll go ahead and skip to the next day.))

Sahalia

After school, I tell Dixon to go ahead and drive home since I want to go to the park to write. As I reach the park several minutes later, I take my usual spot under a big oak tree and get out my iPad, continuing the story I've been working on. I learned the hard way not to write in actual notepads anymore, since there's always some type of mishap happening to them in the end, and I lose all my progress.

((lol, okies))

Max

I'd spent the night walking the streets and sticking to the shadows, my eyes and ears alert for any disturbance that would mean my downfall. I didn't dare check in to a motel, smart enough to know that was the kind of place they'd be checking for me first. By the time dawn broke however, I was restless but nowhere close to exhausted, I had no money, no other way of transport. I had close to nothing. They wouldn't expect me to come out during the daytime and search for amenities. They thought they knew how I worked, how I thought. They thought wrong. So that was exactly what I did. Walk around the streets in broad daylight, but of course, I kept a low profile.

Sahalia

After writing a few pages, I check the time and hear a text tone coming from my jeans pocket. Problably Dixon wanting me to go home and make some food for him, the lazy ass. I head out of the park and down the street, tempted to visit the bookstore first. But I hold back and continue walking home catching a glimpse of a familiar shirt. Hold on, is that . . . ? It's the weird male model from last night. He's got guts for walking around in daylight. His head is down and I look away before he lifts it, before we end up making eye contact. I wonder if he'a still wearing those awesome contacts, though.

Max

I stayed out of any restaurant, cafe or simple shop, just in case my makers thought to look through security cameras under their desperation. Calculating my chances of survival again in my head, I found I could last at least two weeks without starting to get hungry, a week before I started to get dehydrated, and a month or longer on the run without stopping or shelter. I wondered which town I should head over to, or just lay low in this one while my hunters chased onto the next city in search of me. If I meant to follow through on the latter, then I should just find someplace to settle down for a few days. An abandoned warehouse would do well.

((Okay, here we go...))

Sahalia

Oh screw walking, my feet ache. I hail a cab and climb in, telling him the directions. After a while I realize we're going the wrong way. "Um... Excuse me? I think we're going the wrong way." He doesn't reply, and I start freaking out. I carefully take my phone out of my pocket, but he abruptly stops in a very secluded place. I'm sure you would be stone stiff and about to piss your pants too, if you had a gun pointed at your face.

((lol xD))

Max

I tried to looks as casual as I could, hoping a normal-enough-looking kid strolling the streets wouldn't bring up any suspicions. I hadn't seen any notices around that announced my disappearance to the town, but that didn't mean they didn't have other methods of alerting the rest of the folk. All the while I made sure I wasn't being followed as I tried to map out the small city in my head, locating several derelict areas around.

Sahalia

"Give me your purse if you want to get out alive," the cabbie says. What else was I supposed to do? I give him my purse and then he lunges for my pocket, taking my phone. He gives me a horrible grin. "Think I wouldn't notice?" The doorbis unlocked and he pushes me out, making me land on the sidewalk as he drives away. What do I do? Call for help? There's barely any people or cars in this part of town. I just get up and hug myself, still in shock as I stumble toward home, shaking.