Cast of Characters
Marble: The Maxx (first post in)
Acid: John "Reaper" Grimm(first post in)
Zardoz: The Russian (with boobs)(first post in)
Fierce: Torgo(first post in)
Shamus: Errol Flynn's Robin Hood... he's a fancy lad!(first post in)
Draug: Lancelot(first post in)
Grimmy: The Invisible Griffin (pre-death at the hands of dock workers) (first post in)
I have done a sample introduction, showing how I ended up in the town. If you would like to handle how you mysteriously got there, by all means go nuts. If you want me to do it for you, let me know! Also, if you could add a picture of how you see your character, it might help. The Maxx is pretty obscure, so I'll do it for sure.
To a small slice of the human continuum, this place might have been home. The streets were wide, paved with dark, unmarked asphalt. There were ruler-straight sidewalks bordering carefully manicued lawns, framed in turn with white picket fences that surrounded quaint homes like necklaces adorning comfortably aged matronly women. Downtown could be considered contemporary by some, retro by others. Plate glass windows were festooned with colorful posters advertising mens hats and soda floats. The sun was shining in a cloudless azure sky, and a gentle breeze wafted through the utterly perfect silence of the little town.
And perfect it was. No birds twittered, no cars purred, no dogs barked... not so much as a hinge squeaked anywhere. The town was pristine, preserved, timeless. It would not be posible to tell if this condition was new, or if the town had existed in such immaculate preservation since the beginning of time, or longer still.
In this moment, however, there was motion. A figure in black moved slowly but surely down the main street, the perpetual noontime sun beating down on his hooded countenance and pooling his shadow at his feet. He was not rushed in his stride, and walked as if he had all the time in the world. Past storefronts and parked driverless cars, through intesections and crosswalks, and under streetlights that had never known illumination, he walked.
With the gentle click of a lock sliding into place, the timelessness was broken. The figure vanishd into a doorway, closing the door behind him, and almost imperceptibly, the sub above began to move. The breeze, formerly constant, now waxed and waned. There were no sounds of life, animal or otherwise, but the strangely timeless location had been itself brought to life. It's purpose, if it had one, was beginning to be fulfilled.
Had anyone been around to hear it, they might have heard a faint chuckle echo through the wide, clean alleys, into the streets, and up into the sky.
Introduction - The Maxx
NOTE: This takes place after Issue #11, and before Issue #12. Unfortunately, Viacom has copyrighted everything anyone's ever made so I can't link you to YouTube to see that issue, so I guess you'll have to figure out The Maxx as we go along here. Also, for those who have never seen the cartoon, the voice actor was the same guy who did the Warrior from the first Diablo.
In a moment, it was over. Julie's beat-up station wagon had managed to backfire it's way up to the speed limit, and three blocks down, it turned right, and out of Maxx's sight. He stood there long after the sound of the beat-up engine had faded, long after he stopped being able to smell the exhaust, and long after anyone in the area stopped paying attention to the purple-clad homeless man in the funny mask.
He could feel her tiny hands on his massive shoulders, feel her tears against his costumed skin, and the red lines her nails had dug in his flesh when the hug turned angry. He would feel them for as long as he lived, and he was beginning to realize that was all that was left of their friendship. With Julie, he was the Maxx... her protector in this world, and her loyal guardian in the other. He didn't know if he would still wake up in the Outback or not, with Julie leaving her life behind and moving accross the county. He didn't know if anything that he knew would ever be true again.
Sarah had walked off before Julie even reached the end of the block. Eventually, hours passed, and Maxx realized he was alone. With a shuddering sigh from his barrel chest, his posture slumped so hard that his knuckles truly did drag on the ground, he turned, and walked down the long, narrow alley, back to his box. Inside was the warmth and comfort of home, but for some reason, he couldn't feel them anymore.
"Julie took that, too," he grumbled. He wrapped his arms around his body, the tips of his claws resting against the back of his neck. Each breath caused the box around him to flex and sag. If it rained, he knew it wouldn't hold back the water anymore. Whatever had made it a home was gone. Now it was just a box.
"Julie." It was more of a whimper now... a deep, sad, baritone whimper. His white eyes closed, and he was asleep.
Time passed. Dreamless time. Solitude.
For the first time, he woke up with the sunshine in his eyes. The sun never shon in his alley... it faced the wrong way, and the buildings were too high. Why was there sunshine in his eyes?
One eye cracked, and he looked out into what was most definitely not his alley. For several long minutes, he stared with one baleful eye, willing whatever Hell his box had moved to to disperse. It did not, and with a shuddering sigh, his damp box disintegrated around him.
He lay on his side, unsheltered, arms wrapped around his body, claws against the back of his neck, one eye open and staring at an unfamiliar, sunny, low-buildinged alley.