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it was always cold in the calloway home. nothing out of place. everything always perfect.
his father was talking about something, but it’s muffled behind the wooden door.
something was going down, they just didn’t know what.
but it was a normal day.
dad was doing business as usual. maxie was outside playing with the neighborhood’s cat.
his mom was in the kitchen making them all breakfast.
everything was the same.
but everything was different. very different.
they say you’re supposed to know when something bad was going to happen.
they say you can feel it.
but even though everything was the same, but different, he never got the feeling.
everything was how it was supposed to be.
he was woken up by a shove on his shoulder later that night, a distant look in his uncle’s eyes and that’s when he knew, something bad had happened. he turned to look at the time.
2:12 am.
everything went in slow motion after that.
maxie waking up, standing in the doorway. morgan taking her back into her room and telling her to wait there while he spoke to the cops.
how do you explain to a twelve year old that mom and dad were fine this morning, but now lying in a morgue somewhere?
that everything was changing right before their eyes and that your brother was going to become your father now and you were going to have to grow up faster?
he didn’t want her to hate him but she was going to, anyway. it was inevitable.
because he was his father’s son.
dad was hardest on maxie, training her from the age of eight. never let up. told her to keep getting back up every time you were knocked down, and she was knocked down.
every time.
until she was sixteen, and her brother was the man of the house. and she learned that standing up tall was better than being doubted.
she wanted a normal life.
she wanted to go out with her friends, she wanted to sleep over their house and paint each other’s fingernails.
she wanted to go to prom, she wanted to go on dates.
instead, she worked. baited men in the club her family owned, taking every enemy to their ultimate death.
that was a familiar concept for her now.
mom and dad were dead and so was she.
she was complicated. she was tough.
he was cold. he was strong.
but family was everything in the calloway household.
and no matter how many times she ran, he’d always be there to bring her back in.
like toy soldiers, they all fall back in line.
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what else is a man to do when no one will listen to the evidence? to the science? to the outcry of a growing population with decreasing land to live on? ;; sea levels are rising. something needs to be done. here's what i propose— rejected. rejected. rejected. every. single. time.
what else is a man to do? why, take it into his own hands, of course.
BASICS
Name: Maxie
Alias: ‘Leader Maxie’
Gender: cis man
Pronouns: he/him
Age: somewhere in his 40s, he's purposely vague about it
Orientation: gay; grayromantic/graysexual
Birthplace: [redacted]
Current residence: Lilycove City, Hoenn
Profession: PhD volcanologist/geologist; criminal organization leader
Affiliations: Team Magma ( leader )
Type specialization: Varies
APPEARANCE
Height: 6'0"
Build: tall; slender
Eye color: darkest brown ( almost black )
Hair color: red
Hair style: chin length; middle part
Scars: tba.
Other: wears black-framed glasses if not wearing contacts; black and red schemed attire; lab coat with Team Magma insignia on the lapels
introducing maxine 'maxie' calloway,
home is a burning fire.
it’s half past one in the morning and morgan had just made his way into the gym , finding all their men lined up by the ring with maxie front and center , liam holding his hands up , pads on either one .
she’s sweating , long brown hair pulled up into a ponytail as she swings her fist just for him to dodge it and hit her over the head to snap her back into it . morgan almost intervenes when his father’s voice bellows across the room , again , rossi .
maxie’s chest is heaving , skin blotched with red spots from the adrenaline and hard work shes putting in . she swallows and straightens her shoulders , exhaustion piling on top of them but she won’t say anything . knows she can’t without their dad taking it out on her .
he meets liam’s eyes from across the room , silently telling him that his sister is reaching her breaking point .
they all had loyalty to the calloway name – to his father , who supported them . taught them . helped them . respect went a long way and no one was ever stood a chance standing up to the older homme , in fear they’d be a goner if they did .
“mr. calloway –”
maxie wipes her forehead with the back of her hand , “come on !” she yells , “again , liam .” he hesitates for a second just as she swings and he dodges it once more , this time , taking a step back . she lunges , and he hits her , watching as she stumbles and falls over .
“focus ,” he tells her because they’re all watching him . “breathe .” it’s whispered as he bends to pick her back up again ; something she never did anymore . she was always go , go , go and that had always been her problem . thought she had to work fast in order to get the job done , but it wasn’t about that .
it was about precision , time and effort , something she was capable of but always let things cloud her judgment . didn’t help that their dad was always there to remind her how much she was fucking up .
“don’t be fucking weak , maxie –” he snaps , hanging over the ropes before aggravation settles in his chest and he’s moving to enter the ring next , signaling for liam to hand over the gloves . in that moment , morgan intervenes , stepping in at the exact same time . “get back up .”
“let me , dad ,” he tells him , waving his hands over to liam for him to focus back over , to give him the gloves and not his father . “mom told me you need to head back home . someone called .”
half a lie , which is something he’ll have to deal with later but if that meant protecting maxie , then so be it . he could take the hit .
she couldn’t . not anymore .
liam slips off the gloves and hands them to morgan who puts them on , nodding at his dad to declare that he would take over now .
there’s a moment where he contemplates the idea before ultimately settling on going home . “two more sets ,” he tells him . “one more if she fucks it up , you understand me ?”
morgan nods .
when the older calloway disappears , maxie gets back into position . “come on ,” she urges him , “hit me .” make her feel something .
he shakes his head , “everyone out .” there’s a moments hesitation before he repeats himself , this time , louder . “i said out .”
rustling is heard before they begin to disperse , leaving the siblings together . when the coast is clear , morgan is shoving the gloves off his hands and signaling for her to show him her hands , “let me see .”
“morgan , i’m fine .”
“now , maxie .”
she stops and sighs , chest squeezing before a sigh escapes past lesser . velcro is heard as she undoes bounded wrists , slipping the leather off her hands to reveal the bruises and busted knuckles .
“how long ?”
“three hours .”
jaw ticks as he reaches for her fingers , slowly pulling them to view as he examines them closer . “you’re off for the rest of the week .”
“no , morgan –”
“i’ll deal with dad .”
“you can’t do that ! he won’t let me train again – he’ll think i can’t do it and i can , you fucking know i can .” reaches to grab the gloves back , “i’ll show you .”
“no ,” he grabs her wrists , halting all movement . “you won’t . i know , okay ? i know you .” i see you .
tears whelm up in her eyes , but she forces them back because crying made her weak , too .
he stares at her for a moment longer before moving his hands to wrap her arms around her waist , pulling her into a hug . “i know you ,” he repeats himself . “and i got you -- i got you .”
for a split second , she allows defenses to fall , easing into the comfort of his embrace . knowing if there was anyone in the world who could save her , it would be him , but what happens when you didn’t need saving anymore ?
what happens when you give up ?
she pulls away , bending to retrieve her gloves . “i’m going to take a quick shower .”
she undresses as soon as she’s inside the locker room and away from the walls closing in , palms resting on the marble counter as gaze settles on her reflection in the mirror and doesn’t recognize the person staring back at her .
would he be proud of her now ?
she walks over to step inside the cubicle after turning the water on , letting the cold wash over her as she sinks to the bottom , pulling her knees up to her chest . eyes rest for a split second .
“maxie , are you okay in there ?”
silence.
"maxie ? jesus , maxie -- what did i tell you about sleeping in ?" she can hear morgan's voice in the hallway before her door opens .
“what time is it ?” she asks , groggily opening her eyes to the light that comes through the blinds .
“it’s time to get dressed . we have mass is in an hour .”
