| Name: Maxine
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| Nationality: Pennsylvanian
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| Occupation: Graffiti Artist
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| Demeanor: Bon Vivant
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| Apparent Age: 19
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| Nickname: Max
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| Quotes
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An annoyed Wren notices Maxine looking at her and asks, "Can I help you?"
"No," Maxine answers. "Probably nobody can."
"I make a mean Ramen-a-la-king"
Maxine, to Joel
Joel: HOLYSHITWHATTHEFUCKWHOISTHAT. The surprised flailing is nonverbal, but that's the exact English translation right there. "Jesus Fuckin Christ!" he finally manages. "Maxine?!"
'You got a tic?" Maxine asks. "I'm pretty sure that was a tic."
Joel: "We don't have tics, you're just fucking bizarre."
Maxine, "I am the definition of normal."
Max, to Patricia: "I make detrimental decisions, like telling you to fuck off."
From afar, Zane is still terrified of Mrs. Buttersworth, thanks mom
You paged Zane with ‘She's one scary syrup bottle!’
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| RP Hooks
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- Sometimes homeless, though not currently
- Hangs outside the Cantina, library, and at Highland Park
- Known Tagger
- Herbal Apothecary groupie
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| A Glimpse Within
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| Physical Description
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Shaggy brown hair hangs over plentiful brows, obscuring green eyes from over-close scrutiny. Her clothing has seen better days - a conglomeration of denim and plaids reminiscent of the Grunge movement. The soles of her yellow Cons are held on with bands of duct tape, the canvas decorated with pen, marker, and whiteout to look like a misplaced train car, post vandalism. Her five feet, ten inches place her on the later side of puberty, her easy carriage and casual self-confidence countering the simplicity of her words to place her somewhere between the end of high school and full-fledged adulthood.
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| Playlist
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| People I Know - For Better Or Worse
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| Gallery
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Family
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