[open] i went to the concert and i fought through the crowd
Characters: Maxxie Oliver and YOU! (totally open)
Time: Some day, some time! Most likely in the afternoon, after classes. If you want a specific day/time, just put it in the title!
Location: He'll be wandering - again, specify in the title if you like!
Content: Maxxie kind of sulking.
Format: Throw in some action if you'd like! I'm gonna start with prose.
Warnings: Maxxie being Maxxie. How about I say Maxxie a few more times. MAXXIE MAXXIE MAXXIE.
He was feeling a little homesick. That wasn't a surprise - he hadn't been home since October and he missed his mother's cooking. She was a good cook. And his dad; for all his nagging, Maxxie missed his dad. Why couldn't Xavier's be in Bristol, where he could go home at the end of the day and make it to all the amazing parties he knew he was missing. The parties here just weren't living up to those standards. He was starting to feel a bit... blocked. Emotionally. And physically. The fact that he wasn't getting any was definitely weighing on his mind, but he was doing his best to ignore it. Spending time with Algy seemed promising, but he wasn't used to having to chase people. At a party, you just grabbed someone and went with it.
But enough about that. Taking out his phone, Maxxie started fiddling with the number keys, hoping that maybe if he played around with it enough, something would happen to distract himself from everything he had to pity himself over.
Time: Some day, some time! Most likely in the afternoon, after classes. If you want a specific day/time, just put it in the title!
Location: He'll be wandering - again, specify in the title if you like!
Content: Maxxie kind of sulking.
Format: Throw in some action if you'd like! I'm gonna start with prose.
Warnings: Maxxie being Maxxie. How about I say Maxxie a few more times. MAXXIE MAXXIE MAXXIE.
He was feeling a little homesick. That wasn't a surprise - he hadn't been home since October and he missed his mother's cooking. She was a good cook. And his dad; for all his nagging, Maxxie missed his dad. Why couldn't Xavier's be in Bristol, where he could go home at the end of the day and make it to all the amazing parties he knew he was missing. The parties here just weren't living up to those standards. He was starting to feel a bit... blocked. Emotionally. And physically. The fact that he wasn't getting any was definitely weighing on his mind, but he was doing his best to ignore it. Spending time with Algy seemed promising, but he wasn't used to having to chase people. At a party, you just grabbed someone and went with it.
But enough about that. Taking out his phone, Maxxie started fiddling with the number keys, hoping that maybe if he played around with it enough, something would happen to distract himself from everything he had to pity himself over.