logan_howlett (logan_howlett) wrote in artofwar_rpg, @ 2011-08-12 17:01:00 |
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Current mood: | content |
Entry tags: | ♦ororo munroe; storm |
Watch close, you might learn something.
Who: Logan and whoever stumbles upon him
What: training in the woods
Where: grounds of the institute.
When: sometime after his arrival, late July
Warnings: it's Logan, so violence and language most likely
Status: open, in progress
Logan rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath. The smell of the wildlife around him filled his nose and lungs, and he smirked. The small forest surrounding the institute made for perfect running grounds as well as training ground. He took off in the blink if an eye, weaving in and out of the under brush, dodging around trees and the occasional animal. It reminded him of Canada, which might not have been the best thing, but he did miss it on the odd happenstance. He stopped for a bit in a small clearing, stretching and laying down to stare at the sky for a bit, just one of life's little luxerys.