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It's been a strange couple of days. Trying. The camping trip was supposed to have been fun, but like all camping trips Maxxie has been on, it didn't quite turn out that way. There had been fun, yeah, but more complications to outweigh that.
Plus, he's still got that odd feeling that something's not right. The hallways and paths are full of tension, people saying things that they don't mean to say but that's the truth, and even though he only barely passed his A-levels, Maxxie can figure out that he's been struck by it, too. Typically truthful, just not very forthcoming, he doesn't feel too weirded out by it, not when it's only another complication added onto the drama of his life.
Yesterday he spent hovering outside the clinic, making sure Marshall was okay. Today he's escaped to the roof of the Compound. He begged Lux for her iPod and player and it's so worth it. He could dance anywhere, but on the roof he feels free. The trees aren't so overwhelming and tall; there's a breeze and open sky and sunlight. He feels on top of the world and in mid-leap, limbs outstretched, it's like flying. Everything else falls away and it's just Maxxie.
He gets lost in the music before long, spinning and jumping and showing the movement of the music with his arms. It's unchoreographed and rough, but it's all him. For the first time in a while, he relaxes. This isn't a show, not intended for anyone but him, so he doesn't worry about how people will interpret this movement or that, how it works into the music or doesn't. If he fails on a flip, trips over his own footwork, he gets up off his ass and keeps going. If he soars higher on a leap than ever before, he just tries for higher. It's just Maxxie and the music goading him on.
[[Open to all, ST or LT welcome. He's been truthed but he's trying to control himself. Examples of his dancing can be found on his wiki and also I imagine it like this only rougher and with less on-the-floor movement given that the roof is not a dance floor.]]
Plus, he's still got that odd feeling that something's not right. The hallways and paths are full of tension, people saying things that they don't mean to say but that's the truth, and even though he only barely passed his A-levels, Maxxie can figure out that he's been struck by it, too. Typically truthful, just not very forthcoming, he doesn't feel too weirded out by it, not when it's only another complication added onto the drama of his life.
Yesterday he spent hovering outside the clinic, making sure Marshall was okay. Today he's escaped to the roof of the Compound. He begged Lux for her iPod and player and it's so worth it. He could dance anywhere, but on the roof he feels free. The trees aren't so overwhelming and tall; there's a breeze and open sky and sunlight. He feels on top of the world and in mid-leap, limbs outstretched, it's like flying. Everything else falls away and it's just Maxxie.
He gets lost in the music before long, spinning and jumping and showing the movement of the music with his arms. It's unchoreographed and rough, but it's all him. For the first time in a while, he relaxes. This isn't a show, not intended for anyone but him, so he doesn't worry about how people will interpret this movement or that, how it works into the music or doesn't. If he fails on a flip, trips over his own footwork, he gets up off his ass and keeps going. If he soars higher on a leap than ever before, he just tries for higher. It's just Maxxie and the music goading him on.
[[Open to all, ST or LT welcome. He's been truthed but he's trying to control himself. Examples of his dancing can be found on his wiki and also I imagine it like this only rougher and with less on-the-floor movement given that the roof is not a dance floor.]]