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Maxi Mathews

"Why is everyone at my school except me so preppy?"

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a character in “The Pen Pal Project”, originally authored by Aria Montgomery, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Maxi is the typical blonde... in appearance anyway. She has piercing blue eyes, a slim figure, and big boobs. She wears glasses, but they are the new and totally hip ones. From Vera Bradley, of course

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Personality

Even though Maxi looks and dresses like a prep, she is not one. She never lets anyone in, unless she has a good reason to trust them. She has two true friends, and only they know the real her. Nobody else knows how intellectual and talented she really is. Not that anybody at her school cares about that,though.

History

She grew up in a fancy neighborhood and has her own purple mustang. Though she is rich,she is very kind and generous to others.Her parents are seperated but live together. She has to put up with their fights daily.

So begins...

Maxi Mathews's Story

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She smiled more. He was so cute. She was just about to reply when her dwell phone went off. Her smile vanished. "Shit!" She quickly cut it off and looked at the teacher apologetically. "I am so sorry." She turned back to John. "Id love to."

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Character Portrait: DJ Woodstock Character Portrait: Nemoru "Neru" Chiri Character Portrait: Maxi Mathews
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Woodstock gave a frown as he was ignored, Neru writing a letter of her own--seemingly in response. His observation was deemed correct when the teacher handed him a letter that had been written by the girl he was supposed to pen-pal with. While some of his other classmates read the letter he intended to send, complimented by snickering and 'Damn, son', he read this Maxi's letter.

Dear DJ.....
This assighnnent is fucking retarded. So don't expect long intellectual letters from me. I mean.. I doubt you would understand them anyway, right? Well.. yeah. So I really couldn't care less if you replied. But if there is one thing you should know about me... its that I am not like other girls here.


Woodstock reread the letter six times, each time his face growing more and more infuriated. One could almost see the steam billowing out of his ears as he took up the paper and pen once more

Dear Maxi,

Not understand?
Are you calling me dumb?
I've built more technology
Than the boys that you've done.
Long and intellectual?
Wow, that's a laugh--
You're probably just a blonde,
Just a nice piece of ass.
I can write poems
And can I write raps
My music is advanced,
Talent has no cap.
I read War and Peace
And the peices of Poe,
Probably the only thing you've read
Is 'Go, Spot, Go'!
Not like the others?
You hypocritical bitch.
I've heard more honesty
From a lying witch.
Not like the others?
Bitch, if that was true,
You would not have judged me
Whether or not I'm in front of you.
I'll bet any amount of money
That you drove a nice car to school,
Worried about your nice clothes,
And put on makeup for school.
I'll bet mommy and daddy
Paid for all that,
Fucking bitch,
Probably think I'm a gnat.
Well listen up, bitch,
At least I'm realistic,
Ain't got a mommy or daddy
The foster program was sadistic.
My car is shitty,
It's been shot a time or two.
I don't always know when I'll eat
With four months rent due.
Can't get a job,
Can't get cash,
Not even popular,
But at least I'm not white trash.
Scars and nightmares
Grace body and soul
Like a twisted demon Jesus
Tossing this sinner to the wolves and cold.

Now, I'll admit;
I assumed you were a prick.
I shouldn't have judged,
But it seems I was right,
Right, bitch?

Sincerely,
DJ Woodstock


DJ's head shot up as he was poked with a pen in his side. He looked to Neru, who was asking what class they had next. He facepalmed, a sigh accompanying it. Taking up his notepad, he wrote out the day's schedule for her.

English
Study Hall
Computer Science and Programing
Gym
Lunch
Calculus
Physics
GTFO. Early release 'cause we're seniors.

You're lucky we just so happen to have the same classes and teachers.


He handed the schedule over, then stood and gathered his own things, placing the letter he had just written on the teacher's desk. He then stood by the door and waited for Neru.

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Woodstock, as per usual, said nothing, pointing to a white Toyota Corolla. The car was nothing impressive, and there were several dents, marks, and even a few bulletholes in the white exterior. He manually unlocked the vehicle with his key, helping Neru in the passenger's side, buckling her in. He then hopped and slid across the hood to get to the drivers side, simultaneously jamming the key in the ignition, turning it, and slamming his door shut. The car whined for a few moments, threatening not to start, before deciding to grace Woodstock with an easy drive. He smiled and pet the dashboard, and one could imagine him saying 'Atta girl...' He then made his way out of the parking lot, turning on the main road home.

He set the wipeboard up so that he could write it while he drove, where Neru could read it. 'We're going to my house. There is no way in HELL your parents would be okay with this.' As he drove, he approached his favorite part of the drive: Hollyfield Prep. The rival schools just so happened to be connected by the same road, which made flipping the bird at the building all the more satisfactory. Which was what Woodstock did. He rolled down his window, sticking the offensive finger at the school building.

He looked back to the road in time to see that someone was pulling right in front of him. With a new car, with nice tires and brakes, he may have stopped in time to avoid an accident. But this was not a new car. The tires, which were well worn, skidded against the asphalt, hitting the car nevertheless. Luckily, he had braked enough to minimize damage; all that had been done was a fair dent in both vehicles.

But inside the car was where things were more interesting. Woodstock had slammed on the brakes, but also turned the car so that, God forbid, it did not halt where it did, the damage would come to him. At the same time, his arm shot out before Neru's chest, bracing Neru to her seat so that in that same incident she did not fly out of the window. Once both cars stopped, Woodstock sat where he was, eyes glazed with a memory, his body shuddering and sweating, but otherwise unmoving. His breathing was abnormally deep and staggered, as if he had no air to breath, the breath being squeezed out of him by some unseen demon.

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The slap was exactly what Woodstock needed. It snapped him out of whatever demon held its grip on him, he rubbing the slightly red cheek. He gave an exhale, steadying his breathing, giving a nod of thanks to Neru. He saw that a woman was on the ground, and a man was helping her. They seemed to be both rich pricks, both with their nice cars running, he holding her. He gave a groan as he rubbed his temples.

'Christ.'

This was bad. He didn't have insurance. He didn't have a lawyer. He couldn't have blood on his hands. A look of seriousness unlike anything seen prior overcame Woodstock. He made the motion for Neru to stay in the car. 'Stay here.' He then took his wipeboard and ran out to the woman, coming to his knees as he came to her side. He checked her pulse, put the back of his hand to her forehead, listened to her breathing. If either of them said anything, he simply pointed to his wipeboard, which read:

'Rich pricks or not, you're still human. You have a life to live.'

As soon as he ran over, he left, knowing full well what was wrong. She was overheating; heatstroke. She didn't have water in her system, and the beating sun in the middle of the road was killing her, her body beginning to lose its ability to maintain its heat. He ran to the woman's car, turning on the AC and cranking it high. He then ran back to the woman, yanking her out of the man's arms, and carried her bridal-style to the car, seating her in the vehicle and shutting the door. He then snatched his wipeboard up again.

'Heatstroke. Needs to cool down. Needs water. Sip, not chug. Call ambulance in case.'

Woodstock gave a small 'Hmph', erasing the message and writing a new one

'No need to thank me. Just being your average underdog.'

With that, he walked back to the car, slamming the door, taking a moment to breathe. He looked to Neru.

'Well, I think that went well, how about you?'

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Woodstock tried to stop her as she left his home, knowing full well that she was too smashed to be of any good judgement, but he slipped off the couch as he tried to follow, landing on a blanket, which intwined its owner for the fuck of it. Woodstock wrestled with the fabric before untangling himself, grabbing his bag and running out the door to just catch a glimpse of purple. He ran after it, chasing it down until he rammed into a tree, the purple being nothing but a butterfly.

Which, ironically enough, landed him in the yard of some rich pricks...

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Woodstock, a little dazed by the hit of the tree and a slight buzz from the alcohol he had consumed, waved back, not really knowing who it was. He stopped waving, though, soon realizing who it was, giving a small squint from his distance, his face reading 'Wait...' He walked up to the sunbathing teen, realizing who it was. He took a moment to pull out his wipeboard, writing out his messages to her.

'You're the chick that pulled in front of me, of whom I had to practically save your life, right?'

After recieving his answer, he nodded and wiped away that message, writing out a second.

Firstly, you're welcome. Secondly, I suppose since I'm here, you can ask me whatever it was before the cops came. Thirdly, do you have a phone with texting I could use?

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Woodstock took to thinking, before the woman's phone received a text. He read it to himself, then began a message back. Landed in some rich chick's backyard trying to find you. Are your parents home? Are you still tipsy? If Neru was still smashed, even slightly, Woodstock feared that the wrath of Neru's father's ancestors raining down upon him. Which would not be a good thirty-fourth impression.

Looking up to the woman, he picked up his wipeboard again. 'Never got your name, by the way. You can call me DJ Woodstock.' He thought for a moment, before adding, 'And $5000 would be swell.' He allowed her to read, taking another swig of the clear alcohol. No bad memories...just 'cause it was there.

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Woodstock's face turned blank, attempting to hold the fury arising up in him for her letters. He 'said' nothing, simply chugging the alcohol. Which was spit out at the number of zeroes he saw on the check. He went into a huge coughing fit, staring at the check incredulously. Ten. Thousand. Dollars. He rubbed his eyes, pinched himself, and guzzled the rest of the alcohol in the bottle, before taking the check with a shaking hand, tears in his eyes.

Ten-thousand dollars. He could pay off his debts. All of them. ALL of them.

In a moment of happiness and drunkiness, he laughed, pulling her into a hug, forgetting his worries for a moment.

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Neru put the last of the Gundam pieces away when she heard her phone ring again. Checking the message, she chuckled quietly to herself. 'Landed in some rich chick's backyard trying to find you. Are your parents home? Are you still tipsy? She typed quickly again, saying, "Of course my parents aren't home. You already know how far away they freaking work...and no, I'm not tipsy..my buzz went away when this random thug came out of nowhere and tried to get with me....ugh, the nerve of that guy...good thing I kicked his sorry ass. You know, you better give the rich lady back her phone before she makes her security do it ;P jk, bro..." She hit the send button and put her phone away.

"Nē-chan, anata wa DJ ga sukidesu ka?"(1) Neru blushed at Kai's question. "Ah, no, Kai... He's just my friend, you know that..." He tilted his head and looked at her. "Hmm... Wakarimashita..."(2) She smiled at him and rubbed his hair. "Sugoku ka-wa-ī~!"(3) Nē-chan!! Kore wa itai! Sutoppu!"(4)


(1) "Nē-chan, do you like DJ?"
(2) "Hmm... I understand..."
(3) "So cute~!"
(4) "Nē-chan!! That hurts! Stop!"

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It was a long time since Woodstock had been hugged like this--just a plain, honest hug between strangers. No false intentions. No facade. No rape. Just a hug. It was nice.

The hug was broken as the tipsy Woodstock adverted to the phone, reading the message it bore. Giving a laugh and a nod, he exited out of the texting application, handing the phone back with a thumbs-up, as if to say 'Thanks'. He was just about to leave, to head to Neru's house, before hearing the distinct sound of a hit. Woodstock seemed to be in a trance as he walked to the back door of their house, peering in. Down the hall, he could see what he presumed was Maxi's parents. Her mother, holding her face, sobbing upon the floor. Her father, red in the face with rage, muted words spoken until another hit was laid upon the woman.

Woodstock, with each passing second, shook more and more, tears arising to his eyes. It wasn't his problem...it wasn't him, he shouldn't get involved...but the memories flooded, breaking the wall set up in his mind, slipping free with the lubricant of alcohol. The father configured into every person who had laid a hand upon him, as her mother looked up and he saw...himself.

It was his problem.

He kicked the door open, sprinting down the hall toward the man with a yell of fury and hate. The man had only enough time to look to be hit in the face with an empty bottle of vodka, the glass dispersing like fairy dust upon the floor. The man staggered, again looking just in time to see an enraged Woodstock tackle him, beating his face with his bare fists, the momentum unsiezing as the memories did.

It became apparent that if someone did not stop him, Woodstock may just beat the man to death.

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