A New Twist To An Old World. ACCEPTING!

[fly away.]

"I'm Max, and I can beat you down."
Name~
Maxwell Sour Drew
Age~
Seventeen
Skills~
Fighting
Likes~
Fighting, annoying people, being left alone
Dislikes~
When people pretend to like him, his stepmom, his stepmom's boyfriends
Fears~
The dark-like he has an honest to God fear of the dark.
History~
When Max was a baby, his mom left him and his twin-Peyton- with his dad. She just ran out in the middle of the night. Max lived a pretty good life up until he was thirteen. An orphanage that his friend was at escaped, all the orphans did at least. The staff at the orphanage followed after the orphans, and well, Max had a gun. He was sent to Juvie for assualt with a lethal weapon and homocide. He got out when he was fifteen, for good behavior. Within that time his dad had gotten married and they had had a baby girl, and his dad was dead. He stayed out of the house, and one day, a pimp caught his eye. The pimp wanted to, well, give him to some guy. When Max wouldn't give in the pimp started beating on Max, even broke Max's jaw. A pretty girl, really pretty, suddenly walked up. She told the pimp to get away. Now a boy that's okay looking is worth something to a pimp. A hot girl? She's valuable. The pimp let Max go, and the girl was never seen again. Max stayed at the house after that, and he realized what was happening there, his stepmom and her boyfriends were beating up on Peyton and Ella-the little sister, then one day when he was seventeen a boyfriend went too far.. and the girl was dead.. And then Max snapped, and the boyfriend was dead. That was about a day before all of this happened.
The Inside~
Max isn't one to get all lovey dovey, he is used to fending for himself. And he will, if he has to. He's tough, and knows how to get through the world by himself.

[Colonel Chip]

(Mkay Guys we can start I will post first. And everyone can run into to everyone else, but we will be starting off alone, because that makes it work. And I just want to point out how funny it is almost everyone is afraid of the dark XD It must be terrifying.)

[fly away.]

((Ehh, Max has always been terrified of the dark.. Like he honestly freaks out when he's in the dark.))

[Colonel Chip]

.Sylvia.

Sylvia walked cautiously behind her brother as always. Her dark brown waves of hair falling to her shoulders as her bright green eyes watched the area around Freddy and herself. Walking in silence as they did often, unless the young man felt like striking up a converstation. Her company was someone she held very dear, but she still had a hard time talking to him, for the fear of people, all and any. Ran through her body like bricks. She froze when it came to most humans and she would hide, the best she could really. Her brother on the other hand could handle anything. Well that is atleast how she thought of him.

.Fredrick.

Walking ahead of his sister, head held high, glasses on his nose. His shoulder tall. Standing a head tall than his sibling made his age seem to blossom. Though his sister had no resemblance accept the eyes, he had cared for her sicne after the accident. His body was ridged though no tension held in his posture for he knew Syliva would pick up on it. Like the mouse she tended to be she would want to hid at the first sign of anything. Taking a look around him, at the moment he saw nothing.

..Finiky computer.

[Psychotic Addictions]

Iris
The dreaded feeling was in the pit of her stomach, she knew that they were gonna be in trouble. Her eyes looked over and over again, only to find the same result. The bag was empty, no food, no water, nothing. It was very little that she had and could have sustained Blake and herself for the next day or so, but now it was all gone. How? She didn't know. But her anger quickly rose and a long stream of curses streamed from her mouth, letting her words fill the silence. They were screwed. Her mind was swarming with worries, until she felt the light sensation of fingers on her side. When she heard her brother, she narrowed her eyes into a glare. "You wouldn't dare." She sneered at him.

Blake
He let out a small laugh at his sister's anger. He knew her a little too well, and Blake was already planning how to cheer her up. Grinning his Cheshire cat grin, Blake was behind her, his hands in perfect position for tickling. "Lets see that smile of yous~!" Blake said in a sing song voice. He could see how Iris' body went rigid and sent him a glare over her shoulder. "You wouldn't dare." She sneered out.

[fly away.]

Maxwell Sour Drew

Max had basketball shorts and a Nike shirt on, he had Nike basketball shoes on too. He held a skateboard in his hand, a skateboard he hadn't used in a while. He had a hat tipped to the side, like a gangster. He had a backpack on his back, which contained plently of weapons, like knives, a lot of knives. Then there was always that precious pistol he had stolen from his dad's room so long ago. He had extra ammo in there, along with extra clothes. He wasn't planning on going back to his house. He swallowed hard and made himself relax, slightly. He wanted to relax, so much.

[el3ctr1c]

Molly Ann Louise was hot and exhausted as she trudged on through the wasteland, rucksack hanging loosely off of her right shoulder and held in place by her right hand. Her normally loose tank top clung to her torso in odd places due to perspiration. It was once a pristine white, but now was adorned with a large variety of substances. Among these patches was dirt, blood, and--strangely enough--dishwashing liquid.

The teen stopped and rolled up the legs of her jeans, but the hot air was little relief to the parched skin there. She regained her composure and swept her bangs from her face as she took in her surroundings. To her left was a small desert town. She wasn't fond of dealing with the gruff people that were surely within, but she was running low on supplies.

Without further hesitation, Molly set course for the settlement and braced herself for hostility. There was one. There weren't even people. It was a ghost town. The whole place had been ransacked, probably several times, but the buildings were intact. She entered what appeared to once be a bar and checked the place for any squatters. She was completely alone.

[HypnoticPanda]

Rin sat in her room, her face buried into her knees. Her body wracked into uncontrollably sobs, a picture of her deceased brother sat by her dirt caked feet. Eventually her head shifted up slightly and she used her black sleeve to wipe away her tears. "I'll stay alive. For you." She vowed to the picture as her trembling hands reached down to pick it up. She stood and put the picture on her bed as she searched her room for a bag or backpack, anything really to pack supplies for her new future.

[Colonel Chip]

.Sylvia.

Sylvia looked up and on the horizan was a small village, a town really.The rickety buildings holding no delusions of stability. Glancing at her brother for reassurance that no raiders or people would be coming from that ghostly place.

Sylvia, heart racing, her body gave a quake as a chill went down her spine, leaving a wake of goosebumps behind. The thought of dealing with people made her skin crawl and her stomach lurch and ache. She hadn't eaten in a few days, but she still would vomit if the thoughts of the past became to strong. Thinking was a curse, over thinking is what she did. She would over analyze everything. The way people talked, to the way they looked at her. She didn't care if people talked behind her back or if they pointed and laughed, for she already knew that it was something people did. She held no real punishment for that. The only reason she cared of your existance was if you could hurt her physically, mentally she was already scarred though it wouldn't show. She lacked the ability to show people who she was for she had an intense fear of what showing anything but happy could do to her. For the fact that people enjoyed to much seeing her fearful,and she had long sense abandoned that talent.

.Fredrick.

Fredrick saw what appeared to be a bit of a dried out, rundown, little hick-like town. His sisters tension was driving him up a wall, the way she looked at him with matching green eyes expecting all the answers out of him at that moment, in that second. He shook his head, as in to tell her he had no idea what could be laying wait in this small little trap. He met the somewhat shattered entry way," V, It will be okay, just stay close alright." His tone was gentle, soft, and quiet enough that only Sylvia could hear it.

[Psychotic Addictions]

Iris
Iris let out a long screech. Fingers were.digging deep into her sides, causing the laughing induced sensation to make her laugh. "No! Stop it! No fair!" She yelled through her long streams of laugh. Her dark eyes were closed shut while she bent over in laughter.

Blake
Blake chuckled as her dug his fingers into her sides. Her most sensative spot she has. It was to his advantage, since his sister was much more shorter than him was helping hi
. "What did you say? I can't hear you?" He teased playfully.