Who: Daken (Open) When: Just arriving in the city, early evening Why: The boy needs to find a place to crash Where: Down town LA. Status: Open Rating: PG 13
There was no place he would call home. No woman waiting for him to return, no one who would miss him. Daken made no attachments and cared for no one. That courtesy had never been paid to him, not even by his family. He would pay no one that sort of respect.
He was a good actor though. Always being exactly what the moment called for. Charming. Deadly. Wicked. Daken was a master of his trade. The smile that played at the corners of his lips looked real, as did the warm gleam in his eyes, but behind it all he felt nothing. Just as quickly as he could offer a warm, sincere smile, he could reach out and strangle the life from a passerby.
There was nothing inside of him but hate. Every other emotion was numb.
That was going to change. He could feel it in his bones. Most of the buttons to his black shirt were left open, exposing the map of intricate tattoos on his body. They worked their way up his neck on the left side. Dark spiky hair was worked into a short mohawk down the center of his head. Before he could begin his search for Wolverine, he needed to get a place to stay, and scope out the area for a place to 'stow' the old man. Logan wouldn't be easy to detain and he needed to figure a few things out first. Hands stuffed in his pockets, toothpick in the corner of his mouth, Daken walked down the darkening city street.