bloody knuckles & shards of glass

MAXINE ‘MAX’ LESCOTT, FEMALE, SHE/HER, BISEXUAL, 21 is a WEREWOLF in Hollywood. Some say that they resemble HAILEE STEINFELD. This one is known to be INTELLIGENT but can be SARCASTIC. They work as a COLLEGE STUDENT. They are yet to take their Oath with the Society. We hope that you’re prepared to do what you need to for fame.

“Oh I know Sierra, she is a good friend” She said with a ‘kind’ smile “She never mentioned having a kid though” she took a sip of her sparkling water and grimaced at the taste, she hated not being able to drink actual alcohol anymore “It’s a shame that she doesn’t, you look like a good kid. Got the attitude to be around and everything ” she said waving her hand dismissively

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@max-lescott

Riley figured it wasn’t technically stalking if Max had mentioned where she lived, right? After all, she’d need her help with this particular college assignment regardless, and the fellow wolf was the only person she knew who might actually be up for what she had planned – Not that she wasn’t resourceful enough to have a backup, should it come to that. Knocking on the door a few times, her heightened senses picked up on movement from the other side. They were hardly at a place where she could just open the door after all, or shout through it for that matter, so she’d have happily left well enough alone if Max hadn’t answered. Luckily for her, it wasn’t the case tonight. “Hey, so, quick question…” She began when the door swung open, her smile growing into a wide grin. “How d’you potentially feel about some light B&E? All homes would be safe in this totally hypothetical scenario, but I do still need an opinion before, ya know - context.” 

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It was rare - of not to say never - that Max had visitors. The only person who ever really came around was her landlady but she did the math in her head when the knocking came and it wasn’t time for her to come around complaining yet. Her dog barked loudly, seemingly just as surprised as Max was, but as soon as she caught the scent of another wolf - of Riley - on the other side of the door, she relaxed and went over to pat him on his head. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Walking over to the front door, she opened it and kept her foot out in front of her, to block the room for her dog to run outside. While she had been able to smell who it was, that didn’t answer her question of what Riley was doing here, and she was definitely surprised - and a little suspicious, as was her nature.

About to ask her what the fuck she was doing at Max’s home, the other girl spoke first and her question had Max raise an eyebrow and one corner of her mouth twitch upwards. “Well, on the record, like if you’re wearing a wire or some shit, I totally disapprove of anything illegal, of course. But off the record, I’d say you came to the right person. My B&E skills are legendary, as you seem to have guessed. Now tell me more about this hypothetical scenario. Though maybe come inside first, so I don’t have to keep pushing this beast away.” Her dog gave a bark at this, looking excitedly up at the visitor.

She didn’t want to end up back here; the dead of night, wandering around an abandoned building, trying to jimmie her way through the windows. “Fuck.” She let out a harsh whisper, looking around before climbing back down from the window ledge, cradling her camera as her feet hit the ground. This case had gone cold when she was still in her early career, and while she’d long left behind crime scene tape and chalk outlines, trading tears for laughing and the ultra rich, this was one story she couldn’t let go. So when she caught wind evidence had been presented? That maybe something had been left behind the police were trying to bury? Micah couldn’t let that be. 

She ducked into the dark of a shadow as two people strode by, waiting for them to clear before making her way to the other side and trying to open the charred door one more time. The sound of glass cracking behind her made her snap around, hand still attached to the door knob as she stared wide eyed at her knew companion. At first, she thought to run, to book ass out of there but then she remembered her perfectly practiced half lie. “I’m press. I was told I could enter. Can I help you?”

@hollywoodundeadstarters

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Max couldn’t sleep. She had laid in bed restless, tossing and turning for a few hours, before getting up and leaving her apartment. Wandering the streets with a cigarette in one hand and her dog on a leash in the other, she shuddered. Maybe she should’ve worn a jacket, even if it was California. It was cool here in the middle of the night. She enjoyed the quiet, at least. There was still people on the streets, there always would be in a big city like this, but they were fewer and further between than during the day. 

Coming upon an abandoned house on her walk, she looked curiously at the building as her dog seemed to want to head towards it. It looked like the kind of place that could be haunted, and honestly, after learning that werewolves wasn’t the only supernatural species in existence, she wasn’t sure she’d put it past that. Walking closer to investigate, she was about to bolt when she saw someone was already there, however before she turned on her heel, she noticed the other person was trying to break in and she couldn’t help but grin. Max had definitely broken into a few places before so she was hardly in a position to judge. She quirked an eyebrow when the girl noticed her and tried to explain that she was press. About to call her bluff, she was distracted by the lie itself instead. “Wait - press. What’s the deal with this house?” she asked curiously, looking it over. “I mean, if you actually know. You’re obviously not press. But let’s say you were.”

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Mierda, Carys had really screwed up and now she really had to think on her feet. She could see the young werewolf bristling, her eyes shifting and that growl… All of those great signs of danger in this public place. And especially not knowing the amount of control Maxine had over her wolf self.

Looking around and extending her arms to show she meant no harm, Carys sighed. “My name is Carys and I’m… I’m like you.” She explained softly, hoping the girl could catch her drift. “I make it a point of knowing the ones like us in the city and you had been slipping past my radar and… I promise I did not mean to run into you today. This was an accident.” Carys stumbled over her words a little, deciding not to reveal her relationship to Sierra just yet. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

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Max wasn’t sure if the woman introducing herself and pointing out that she was like her - a wolf - made her more or less on guard around her. She had little experience with others wolves, to her knowledge at least, so it didn’t exactly reassure her the way it was probably meant to. Besides, Max had never been one to trust easily, she had always been wary around strangers. She glanced down at the extended arms, raising a brow. They did little to appease her either.

The ones like us. Max looked up at the woman with a frown. “Who told you about me then?” Surely she couldn’t just... know. Unless she had smelled the wolf on her and decided to stalk her to find out who she was. That was an unsettling thought. “How... How many knows?” She couldn’t help but slightly panic at the thought of others knowing. She had always done her utmost to keep it a secret from everyone.

She resisted the urge to just roll her eyes, of course she was that kind of kid. It didn’t surprise her though, given that Sierra was exactly like that but much older and if they were related then it must run in the family to be annoying in that way “Of course, that is totally understandable…Max” She said with a forced smile “Got any good reason to be in this side of town?” She asked, trying to see if she was indeed who she thought she was “You look familiar, though”

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Glacing at the woman who was clearly way to drunk to be alone he moved along the sidewalk for her to sit down, “Amusing of you to assume I’m lying but sure..how much have you drank?” He laughed watching her, 

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She looked at him skeptically when he said that he wasn’t lying. “So you’re actually good? You didn’t look it.” At his question, she shrugged with a chuckle. “No idea, honestly. Not too much, I think, though? Either way, fresh air will probably do me good.” She sat down on the sidewalk and pulled out her smokes, lighting one up between her lips. 

She couldn’t believe she had to come and participate in this…thing, and even more while having to stay sober . What was the cherry on top what that she got paired up…with a child. But this girl smelled too familia, so maybe she still could have some fun with her “Morana” She said with a smile, offering a hand to her. Of course the girl was a wolf and it took everything to not gag in front of her “Are you new around here, sweetie?”

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The party was getting far too loud and overcrowded for Rook to feel safe, not really having many friends he managed to slip away outside for a moment of clarity, sitting down he began to drink alone by the sidewalk as he noticed someone else walk outside close to him, glancing up at them,“Are you okay” They asked, “yep.. Yep..” Rook swallowed nodding to keep himself contained and controlled.

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Max had ventured outside for some fresh air for a moment, the booze having gone to her head. After being literally tethered to the bitch Morana for two whole hours, she had needed to let loose, so it was safe to say she was drunk at this point. Stumbling onto the street, she noticed a guy drinking by himself, clearly not doing very well. It was probably the alcohol that had her give a shit, enough to ask if he was okay - she usually wouldn’t - yet his reply still made her scoff. “Very convincing, my dude. You’re not an actor, are you? I hope not. You lie like shit.”

Carys was running errands on her own in the city while Sierra was off on her own doing who knew what. But the Alpha wasn’t worried, for things had been going great between them at least in terms of their roles and basic ground rules. Carys really felt like she could trust her omega for a couple of hours on her own without getting in too much trouble. Plus she had to go to a couple of hardware stores to get some supplies for the ranch, tasks with very little glamour that she knew Sierra would bitch about endlessly.

The Alpha was walking out of a store when she ran face first into a skinny figure. “Oh, forgive me… I’m so sorry…” And her scent hit her like a thousand bricks before she could even recognize her face. And her name was out of her lips before she could help herself. “…Max?”

Because this was Sierra’s estranged little pup, the taboo subject, the one that broke Carys’ heart everyday with all the questions she wanted to ask and her own parallels with her relationship (or lack thereof) with Lou. She had forced Wren to come along on stakeouts to spy on her a couple of times but they had never gotten this close and now… here she was. In the flesh. @max-lescott​

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Max was heading out for lunch. She was a world champion in not cooking homemade meals for herself, so she usually ordered takeout or, like today, went out to eat. She was debating what she was in the mood for - pizza was the safe option, but maybe she was feeling more daring - when someone crashed into her. “Watch where you’re fucking going,” she hissed, before hearing the other woman apologize genuinely and she sighed, opening her mouth to tell her it was fine, when instead she was cut off hearing her own name. She wasn’t famous, like most people in Hollywood, and the people who recognized her were usually from college, but this woman seemed far too old to be one of them. “Yeah? How do you...” 

Then the scent hit her. She had to be a wolf, like Max, but there was more than just the familiar wolfy scent to the woman. There was another familiarty to it. Something - someone - Max had smelled before. Her eyes flashed and she let out a snarl, the wolf inside of her bristling. “Who are you?” A part of her wanted to step forward, in an attempt to intimidate, but the wolf in her also recognized that the woman was stronger, which had her rooted to her spot, her expression apprehensive.

Sierra groaned, not even having half of the answers herself. “No, I have an alpha but there are vampires that have queens” she waved off, rubbing her temples with her clawed fingers. “I don’t think werewolves even have a queen..”

“Well, then if you’re so sure, keep thinking it. I don’t beg and grovel to try and change the mind of another” she hissed, Sierra having no actual idea on how to express herself to her daughter. Max was always the most complicated of subjects for her.

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It was all so confusing. Alphas, omegas, vampires and werewolves, vampire queens. Max didn’t know what to think of all of it. “I can’t deal with all of this,” she hissed. “It’s - it’s too fucking much.” She could feel claws dig into her palms, hard enough to draw blood. She was itching to turn, squeezing her eyes shut to focus on not turning, don’t turn, you can’t turn here.

Today was actually a particularly exciting day for Mac. They had gotten in a series of paintings for an upcoming immersive event on the Renaissance and seeing all the familiar works put his soul at ease for a moment. Despite being tired and trying to avoid the sun all day so he didn’t completely pass out, he found that the hours ticked by all too quickly. He was working on putting together the ballroom exhibit when a familiar scent graced his nose. Not that he’d ever tell Max she smelled like wet dog, it wasn’t her fault, but it was always difficult for him to ignore at first. Even so, maybe she just had a lot of animals? He wasn’t about to just ask if she was a different species, these weren’t the 1800′s anymore. 

Mac chuckled as she shouted in his ear, cooly turning back to look at her. “You have the loudest footsteps.” He teased, going back to his computer. “Uhm…” He hummed, checking his watch as he glanced up to watch her for a moment. She was a nice kid, though often seeming misguided, and that’s probably we he took to her. They were similar in a lot of ways. “Hey, it isn’t so bad. History is important and when you add art into the mix you get some of the most crucial documentation of our world as we know it.” He chuckled, locking his laptop and moving to stand by her, examining the painting in front of them. “I can take a break now, I’m just getting our next event ready.” 

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She pouted when he didn’t seem the least bit surprised by her appearance. “Damn, and here I thought I was smooth as hell. I’ll get you someday, Mac.” She made a face as he talked about history and art, though mostly in a teasing way. “You know me, I’m a math and biology gal. Cold, hard facts is more my forte, rather than the whole ‘analyzing and interpreting’ deal. Though I can appreciate history to some extend, I suppose. Just never got much into it, partly because my high school teacher was a bore.” She could imagine Mac would make a great teacher, though, if he hadn’t ended up working at the museum. He was passionate, something that always made classes more interesting.

“Cool, do you wanna go grab some food?” she asked, always hungry. “You can tell me about the event you’re having here if you want.” She might not be very interested in art, but she didn’t mind hearing him tell about it as much. Besides, Mac was just about one of the only friends she had - at least, she liked to think of him as a friend - so it seemed fair that she let him talk about his interests.

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Not really, but I have no desire to either. It was just someone random at a bar. The hard part would be finding them again, I guess.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

I don't know, I've never had a best friend. But I guess I'd just be honest.

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Fuck no.

32: What is your favourite color?

Black.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

I don't remember. I was being chased by her, she wanted revenge for her death.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

No. I don't give them out easily at all.

51: Favourite food?

Pizza.

58: Favourite weather?

I like fall. Sunny and chilly.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

Does my dog count?

03: Do you regret anything?

I regret a lot of things.

10: When was your last physical fight?

A few weeks ago.

He smelled the way he always did - sweet. Almost... not human. Before the winter ball, she had always ascriped it to just being his scent, something unique, but after learning that there was more than just wolves roaming the earth, she had wondered if maybe he smelled that way because he wasn’t human. She wasn’t sure how to approach such a topic though. She couldn’t exactly just outright ask him. “So when’s your next break?” she asked, walking in front of him looking around. “Man, if I worked here, I’d put a gun to my head. Kudos to you for not having.”