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Maximiliaan "Max" Timberwoods
by BBQLord Fri May 29, 2009 9:27 am
August 2001, Sacramento.
There is no place like home.
His hands were shivering even though he wasn't cold and his eyes were squinting as if to make out some diminutive thing off in the distance. He didn't hear, see or feel anyone follow him. This was either a good thing or a very, very bad thing. Sighing deeply Maximiliaan took his second step away from Elysium before feigning to relax in a casual walk and strolled off at a leisurely pace.
The next hour or so Max walked through the city. He wasn't shivering anymore, even though now he was cold. He still hadn't heard or seen anything out of place but, if anything, that was only cause for more concern. Any casual pursuer would have given up by now, and any normal shadower would have slipped up by now. Which left only two kinds of people that could be following him; supernatural or non-existent ones. One would be bad for his physical well-being while the other posed a significant threat to his mental state.
Regardless, dawn was only half an hour off and Max needed to head for his haven. The very thought of dawn provoked the Beast into languid rebellion but Max had been dead for a long while now and squashed it's primitive urges as he would a particularly annoying rat. Max turned a corner and headed for the nearest bus stop. When the bus pulled up, half a minute after Max's arrival and three minutes early, Max got on and blocked the bus's entranceway while he paid. He didn't budge until the doors closed behind him, the driver didn't care enough to protest. He'd probably seen weirder things. That was either a good thing or a very bad thing, regardless it was beyond Max's control so he needn't worry about that.
When the bus accelerated Max walked all the way to the back and sat down, staring out of the back window. The glass blurredly reflected his visage but the grime and graffiti saw to it that Max didn't notice it enough to be bothered. No cars or were following the bus. The streets were empty and silent... too empty and silent? Max didn't know and didn't much care. He'd done all he could for his trip back. He got off at the third bus station and went from alley to alley, scaring up only two scavenging rats and a homeless guy who reeked of cheap booze.
He got the keyring that contained the key to his apartment which doubled as basement storage key and went to his storage unit. The basement was perfectly dark but Max didn't bother to switch on the light. His Kindred abilities allowed him to pierce even this deepest gloom. He didn't believe anyone had followed him this far but if they had, there was no reason to accommodate them now was there? He headed for his storage unit and unlocked it. The storage unit was ridiculously cramped, filled with a broom, dozens of boxes -containing nothing of value or import- and a bicycle with two bent wheels and busted head- and taillights in the back. Max walked around the place, picked up the broom and cleaned a little before he went to the bike and probed one of the holes in it's tires, before retrieving a rather smallish yet heavy iron key. Max left and locked the storage unit and walked down the hall, halting for a big metal door. Beneath the prodigious amount of grime it bore one could only vaguely see a sign that read "BOILER ROOM". This entire section of the basement had fallen in disuse years ago (as a new boiler room was now situated on the first floor).
Max held the key, one of only three in existence (the others were safely buried somewhere), against the lock. Heightening his auditory senses Max then pushed the key into the lock and turned it counterclockwise. A slow clicking noise could be heard. He waited until it repeated itself. Once. Twice. And at the third repetition Max slowly turned the key back, completing the movement in symphony with the fifth click. The unlocking mechanism was set in motion and three seconds later the door opened, a waft of stale and lifeless air welcomed Maximiliaan. Finally Max caught that oh, so familiar smell he relaxed a little and as he entered he even smiled a little. There really was no place like home.
There is no place like home.
His hands were shivering even though he wasn't cold and his eyes were squinting as if to make out some diminutive thing off in the distance. He didn't hear, see or feel anyone follow him. This was either a good thing or a very, very bad thing. Sighing deeply Maximiliaan took his second step away from Elysium before feigning to relax in a casual walk and strolled off at a leisurely pace.
The next hour or so Max walked through the city. He wasn't shivering anymore, even though now he was cold. He still hadn't heard or seen anything out of place but, if anything, that was only cause for more concern. Any casual pursuer would have given up by now, and any normal shadower would have slipped up by now. Which left only two kinds of people that could be following him; supernatural or non-existent ones. One would be bad for his physical well-being while the other posed a significant threat to his mental state.
Regardless, dawn was only half an hour off and Max needed to head for his haven. The very thought of dawn provoked the Beast into languid rebellion but Max had been dead for a long while now and squashed it's primitive urges as he would a particularly annoying rat. Max turned a corner and headed for the nearest bus stop. When the bus pulled up, half a minute after Max's arrival and three minutes early, Max got on and blocked the bus's entranceway while he paid. He didn't budge until the doors closed behind him, the driver didn't care enough to protest. He'd probably seen weirder things. That was either a good thing or a very bad thing, regardless it was beyond Max's control so he needn't worry about that.
When the bus accelerated Max walked all the way to the back and sat down, staring out of the back window. The glass blurredly reflected his visage but the grime and graffiti saw to it that Max didn't notice it enough to be bothered. No cars or were following the bus. The streets were empty and silent... too empty and silent? Max didn't know and didn't much care. He'd done all he could for his trip back. He got off at the third bus station and went from alley to alley, scaring up only two scavenging rats and a homeless guy who reeked of cheap booze.
He got the keyring that contained the key to his apartment which doubled as basement storage key and went to his storage unit. The basement was perfectly dark but Max didn't bother to switch on the light. His Kindred abilities allowed him to pierce even this deepest gloom. He didn't believe anyone had followed him this far but if they had, there was no reason to accommodate them now was there? He headed for his storage unit and unlocked it. The storage unit was ridiculously cramped, filled with a broom, dozens of boxes -containing nothing of value or import- and a bicycle with two bent wheels and busted head- and taillights in the back. Max walked around the place, picked up the broom and cleaned a little before he went to the bike and probed one of the holes in it's tires, before retrieving a rather smallish yet heavy iron key. Max left and locked the storage unit and walked down the hall, halting for a big metal door. Beneath the prodigious amount of grime it bore one could only vaguely see a sign that read "BOILER ROOM". This entire section of the basement had fallen in disuse years ago (as a new boiler room was now situated on the first floor).
Max held the key, one of only three in existence (the others were safely buried somewhere), against the lock. Heightening his auditory senses Max then pushed the key into the lock and turned it counterclockwise. A slow clicking noise could be heard. He waited until it repeated itself. Once. Twice. And at the third repetition Max slowly turned the key back, completing the movement in symphony with the fifth click. The unlocking mechanism was set in motion and three seconds later the door opened, a waft of stale and lifeless air welcomed Maximiliaan. Finally Max caught that oh, so familiar smell he relaxed a little and as he entered he even smiled a little. There really was no place like home.
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