Logan (hey_bub) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-08-31 17:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), ~diana tregarde, ~logan |
Rewind
Characters: Logan, Diana
When: Saturday night
Location: back lot trailer area
Warnings/Rating: Grumpy Wolverine
Summary: Logan was put to work and is wandering around shirtless. Go.
Status: Complete
Being a strapping lad with an able body, Logan wasn't surprised when he'd been recruited to do some of the grunt work. Grunt work seemed to be almost literal, as there had been more than a little grunting as shovels swung and dirt flew and posts were driven into the dry earth. He mostly kept to himself, using the work as an excuse to avoid conversation. He wasn't much of a talker in the best of situations, and this one was far from best. He'd been in worse, sure, but nothing quite like this. When they'd finished up enough to call it a night, he'd drifted along with the crowd to get something to eat -- though he'd retreated to sit on his own to eat the meal. It wasn't much, but he had caught on quick enough that 'not much' was going to be the standard here. With nothing much to occupy his time, after he finished his meal he decided to take a walk and familiarize himself with his surroundings. While he wasn't interested in striking up a conversation with anyone, he figured that was pretty much inevitable. He'd cross paths with someone who'd have something to say, and if he was inclined he might just engage. With his tee-shirt tied to his belt loop so he wouldn't lose it, with his lower half clad in jeans and boots, Logan began to prowl the grounds. Perhaps prowling wasn't quite the right term for it, but he wasn't strolling. He was assessing. He was getting to know the feel of the place, the scents of the people, the rhythm of the activity. If he could establish what passed for normal, it would be easier to detect abnormal. Gruff exterior aside, there were innocent people here he wasn't interested in seeing hurt. If shit hit a fan, he'd do what he could to help out. |