the prankster [Maris]

Max Cale had grown up with a burning hate for school. It had always ben her least favourite part of the day. Let alone the fact that school took up over half of her day, at that. She hated it, she hated being forced to sit down and appease a group of bigheaded teachers. She hated having to listen to some whiny stupid ass kid complain about his father hitting him. Who gave a shit, this was district eight, and over three quarters of the population had a mother or a father that hit them, well if you had parents at all. You were either under the control of abusive parents or you lacked parents at all, it was a given, especially seeing as they were in a lower district. Not many people had happy families, parents that loved them dearly and money. You could hardly expect anything less then trouble from the kids, so her rebellious behavior was also expected due to her upbringing and the fact that she was a part of one of the lower districts.

Thus her reputation as a prankster was born, however it was not a title she solely held, there were about twenty other kids with a knack for getting into trouble, with the knack for setting things on fire, blowing things up and making sure teachers and other students had a healthy dose of shit for the day. She was more of an elite prankster, she had graduated from shit and lowly pranks like that, she was in it for the big game, where you challenged yourself and you always, always had to run from the authorities, because getting caught would mean you’d be whipped. They were risks she took every time she set out with her bag full of treats, and they were risks she was always willing to accept, however, she was never ever willing to accept the fact that people could ruin everything before the fun even began.

As she ran out of the toilet she slammed into one of those people, yelling and screaming and demanding answers. Max did not have time for this bullshit, her time was running out and she knew that if she wasn’t a good hundred meters away before the explosion went off she’s either get caught in the explosion, or she’d actually get caught by a teacher before being handed over to a peacekeeper. She was not going to get whipped because some stupid ass teenager was in her way.

”You idiot!” She growled, ignoring the girl’s screams, the red face and the obvious anger. Her anger was not the biggest thing in her mind, granted it would take zero effort on her behalf to just ditch the girl and run, and let her get caught in the explosion, or even take the blame for it all, but really, in the end Max Cale had a conscience and she was not willing to feel the guilt for that all. So instead she snagged the girls hand and she tugged her away and then she was off, running down the halls, forcing the girl to run with her, because she had no other choice.

"We've got to run you idiot."

ooc-- if the grabbing and yanking isn't cool just lemme know ^^

She’d almost killed a person before. It had been incredibly difficult on her behalf to restrain herself enough to not land the final blow that would have certainly ended with his death. The dickhead had punched her twin, shoving his fist into his twins face, sending her flying. She didn’t care about her twin, in all reality, she didn’t love her sibling, but her twin had its uses, she was exactly the same looking, and she was just as smart and cunning, but well, not as smart. No one was smarter of cunning then she was. Her twin had the ability to be an escape goat, a piece of the chest bored for her to use, as she wanted. She could throw her sister under the bus, use her as an escape plan to get herself out of anything troubling. It was the perfect solution. Therefore she had to make sure no one ever hurt her twin, after all she needed her twin sister.

So she decided that by punching her twin the dude had effectively pissed her off.

She had sent the dude flying backwards, he’d landed on his head, and with the power behind her punch he had been knocked out cold. After that day he’d become a vegetable, he didn’t move. The doctors said he was in a coma, that the strike to his head had shook his brain so much it had swelled up so badly that he wasn’t going to wake up, ever. It was his own fault; he shouldn’t have touched her twin. He shouldn’t have touched her usable items. He should have known better.

This idiot, beside her, tries to say thank you, telling Max how grateful she is that she didn’t just ditch. Max recoils, letting go of her arm and stepping away, no. She didn’t want a thank you, for fuck sakes she didn’t even know why she had dragged the girl with her, it’d have been easier to let her just walk in, she’d have taken the blame for the explosion, but now she was a problem, she could get in the way. She hadn’t thought that one through properly.

She always thought things through, though, so this was odd. Just how she slept with every older man she could, but really she never slept with them. She just drugged them up and got them drunk and then lay in their bed and when morning came they’d hand some money over. She’d leave happy and they’d feel happy thinking they’d gotten something from her. It was a win win situation. Her father hated the behavior, but she couldn’t give two shits, but for some reason she had decided to give a shit about this girl. Why, exactly? She shouldn’t care if the girl ended up in the crossfire of her awesome pranks, normally she wouldn’t give a shit, a girl like this was perfect, she’d take the blame and Max would leave grinning. Preparing herself for the next prank to be done.

”Don’t think me. I don’t know why I fucking grabbed you.” She scowled, folding her arms across her chest, ”I should have just left you.”