First Entry - Max Caulfield
Sep. 21st, 2019 12:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
little_pieces_of_time(OOM:Nemesis, n., the inescapable agent of someone's or something's downfall, especially as divine punishment or retribution for their own actions.)
Max steps through the door, and startles to find not the familiar campus of Blackwell Academy, but what looks like a bar. With people in it who are definitely not students, however artsy some of the student body might be. The slight teen stares, caught like a deer in headlights, with one hand still on the door, the other gripping the strap of her messenger bag as though it might steady her.
She might still be a bit new at Blackwell, but there's no way there's a bar on campus, however much Principal Wells might secretly want one for himself.
This day keeps getting stranger and stranger. Where is she? How did she get here?
(ooc: OOM content warnings for teen-typical bullying and brief gun violence.)
Max steps through the door, and startles to find not the familiar campus of Blackwell Academy, but what looks like a bar. With people in it who are definitely not students, however artsy some of the student body might be. The slight teen stares, caught like a deer in headlights, with one hand still on the door, the other gripping the strap of her messenger bag as though it might steady her.
She might still be a bit new at Blackwell, but there's no way there's a bar on campus, however much Principal Wells might secretly want one for himself.
This day keeps getting stranger and stranger. Where is she? How did she get here?
(ooc: OOM content warnings for teen-typical bullying and brief gun violence.)
