|i_alpha (i_alpha) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2013-12-15 07:52:00
|Entry tags:||logan, zz:status complete|
For all it was worth Logan had settled into the City as best as he could. He'd managed to get tucked away in a motel not far from the main thoroughfare and despite having his bike the walk to where his temporary employment was did him good.
The brisk air held all the reminders of the approaching holiday season, but Logan had never really been the celebrating type. It wasn't from lack of trying, he simply just wasn't usually in the mood to be festive. That, and it was hard to spend a family holiday alone. But he endured, year after year. And he did so for everyone else around him.
Logan could remember the festivities at places like the School, Xavier had really outdone himself one year and had the whole place decked out to properly ring in the holiday season. Course that was never Logan's style, he didn't do flashy, but it worked and the kids had loved it. That was the whole point behind the extravagant decor, the lights and music, and all of those presents beneath a too-large, ornate tree. The tree had been real, of course, and they had been cleaning up the pine needles well into February.
He couldn't help but smile a touch as he approached the Fixit' front door. Megan had so kindly given the Wolverine a key and any additional things he might need in efforts to get in to the place. He could've done it undetected anyway but this wasn't his place, and he wanted to respect it. The front gate went up, then the door was open and the alarm disarmed.
From there it was still. The machines might have minds and thoughts of their own but they weren't sharing with him, and that was alright. He had things to do other than listen to machines chatter away about what might be on their minds.
A list of things needing repair lay out on the counter for him. He may as well do something while he was on the clock, considering at that point he was the only one that actually could fix what was broken.
After one last moment, a mere span of time to catch his breath, the mutant settled firmly into the day and didn't stop unless needed. There was far too much to be done to get too distracted, and he wasn't one to deter from a goal.