[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/532086118167085056/tumblr_ojwo5iHH021qhodd8o2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: Car > Outside
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]:[/center] [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/569057266058264586/Screenshot_20190420-030727_Instagram.jpg]New Outfit[/url]
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	[Hider=Waverly&Max][color=purple]"What did she look like?"[/color] Waverley quietly asked, her voice forcing the words, the English language almost seeming foreign to her at that moment. [Color=purple]"The police woman. What did she look like?"[/color] her mind, an anxious muddled mess, seemed to be manufacturing things, sure that she'd heard that one of the police was a woman.

Max stared vacantly at her feet, his eyes hardly having lifted up from the spot since Negasonic began broadcasting the news on her phone. He tried to recall the faces of those he killed, tried to remember if there was a female officer. Flashes of the scene began to play back like still images being thrown at him. With each passing thought he could feel anxiety and fear welling up inside of him until all he could see was red. His hands still stained in their blood as he looked down at them in horror. When he tried to raise his head to meet Waverlys, it was as if she had been impaled, her right half of the face missing and strands of sinew hanging from the grotesque space. Max closed his eyes once more and shook his head.

Waverley’s eyebrows crinkled together, standing in place as she watched the tall young man shake his head. Her eyes were wide open, her lips curved into a slight frown. [Color=purple]“Well? Say something,”[/color] she replied, her voice not angry, but rather fearful and desperate.  

[Color=aba400]"I-I-I don't know I'm sorry...It all happened so fast...so incredibly fast..." [/color]His eyes were still closed as he now faced the ground once more. His hands found purchase on his hair as they slowly ran through it, right leg bouncing like crazy. [Color=aba400]"I cant help you I'm sorry...I can't help anyone..."[/color]

The shocked-looking Waverley took a step back, sharp air expelling from her nostrils. Her brain could string together any more sentences or questions, so she instead simply and slowly shook her head, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.

Max stood up, tears streaming down his cheeks as he kept his head down low. He made his way towards an exit, not near casper nor anyone. Taking some time alone to reflect on the events that had just happened
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Max sat away from the rest of the group, close enough to hear but far enough to not appear a part of them. His eyes were glued towards the floor, hands clasped before him out of focus as he looked past them attempting to ignore the deep red stain that was etched into his skin. Why wouldnt that damn spot out? He hadnt noticed Veils eyes flicker towards him, but he did feel a sense of anxiety begin to well up inside of himself as she spoke, knowing at some point they would need to speak on what he had done. He silently listened as veil mentioned a supply run,  promoting Max to slightly open his mouth before immediately closing it and remaining silent.  He'd be more hurt than help, so wasnt bother volunteering? More and more missions were brought up, another information and possible rescue mission, helping kids and others transfer to Canada, as well as some Lorna mutant who has gone missing. Max uncharacteristically stayed silent throughout all of it, never once offering his aid, his face still facing the concrete floor. His attention was caught when he thought he overheard Waverly mention a nail. He began listening closer and confusion riddled him when he thought he heard her state it was one of Shaws men, it cant have been what he thought she was speaking of then.

As the meeting pressed forward, it inevitably came down to what Max had been dreading, the subject of last nights murder. He watched as Luna made her way towards him and pressed her arm against his, showing some form of moral support. It was weird, he did such a horrible act and yet for some reason quite a few of the underground were treating it like it wasn't the end of the world. He single handedly helped give the world a reason to fear mutants enough to bring up talks about a Purifier Police force. Suddenly there was an acidic scent throughout the air.  The smell of vomit and coffee permeating the air and burning his nostrils. Hr didnt need powers to attempt to comfort someone. Max stood up and made his way towards Waverly, placing a hand on her back and attempting to hold her hair back. [Color=aba400]"You ok?"[/color]
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[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Peter Jackson Bernard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[Center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/573753152474447892/source_1.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Hellfire Club HQ
[Color=CC99FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]:[/center] 
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Jinx woke up feeling refreshed and amazing. He stretched his arms up high and gave a smile to his phone. It was about time to try and contact his little druggie again and see how to proceed next. He took a shirtless selfie of himself with his tongue sticking out and sent it to Casper with a following text.
[Quote][color=CC99FF]"Hey I'll be busy the next few days, so if you want a hit let me know soon. Ttyl Jinxypoo"[/color][/quote]
Satisfied with his message he sent it and began getting ready for the day, pulling on an olive green button up shirt, blue jumper, and black skinny Jean's before heading over towards the mirror and making sure his hair was the right amount of uncoiffed. 

As Jinx made his way towards the breakfast area grabbing himself a bagel with thinly sliced salmon, lettuce and a refreshing lemon schmear. He snagged a grapefruit juice and metal straw as he made his way towards the meeting room to meet Ana and the others. As soon as the doors opened he nearly dropped his bagel out of his mouth and onto the floor as he saw Magento standing there with Lorna. He threw his arms wide, bagel in one hand and drink in the other as he exclaimed out to her. [Color=CC99FF]"Lorna! Darling! It's been too long. How've you been? Love the new headdress it's very intimidating."[/color]