Pietro Maximoff | Hank McCoy | Logan (xgene_legacy) wrote in _unite_, @ 2008-01-21 17:49:00 |
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Current music: | Dethklok - "The Lost Vikings" |
The Lost Viking
Character: Logan
Location: Alberta, Canada - Outside of a town
Timeline: Present (after running into Rogue)
Description: He's on the road and being haunted.
Riding, and riding, we search across the land
The snow, and wind, has frozen hearts of man
But we ride
We ride
The run in with Rogue was strange, a little too strange. Logan wasn't going to bother putting too much thought into the situation though. Whatever she was up to, he didn't care. He was up here for a reason -- What was it again? Right, looking for any proof that a certain little bitch with claws existed.
If nothing else, Rogue did leave behind a sweet ride. A Harley Davidson Sportster with a black varnish, black leather trim, and a few custom paint detailing. Skulls emblazoned the sides of the black finish, as any respectable roadster would have on their bike... Thank you, Rogue.
Logan put that bike to good use too. The sound of the engine roaring beneath him was like sweet music to his ears. The cold wind helped to revitalize him, making him feel alive once more. There was no better therapy than the call of the open road at times. But now Logan had a decision to make - Head south and back into the states, over the mid west. Or continue east through Canada and aim for New York... The latter would suit him fine at the moment.
After being out on the road for most of the day, putting miles behind him as he made his way to some unknown destination (did he want to return?), the sun started to settle behind the horizon, soon leaving nothing but moonlight, stars, and the headlights of his bike to help him navigate. Dusk wasn't an issue, but twilight would be, aside from the ache of sleep that was starting to overcome his body. After a few hundred miles on this stretch of highway, the road before him started to have a hypnotic sway, making it hard to concentrate as drowsiness started to set in.
Eventually, he came to an exit, one just outside a local town. There was a large sign that advertised motel rooms for dirt cheap. Might as well get some rest before heading out again in the morning, Logan concluded.