Logan (hey_bub) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-03-31 21:05:00 |
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Logan wasn't entirely aware he'd developed a pattern for when the train was traveling until he found himself carrying a bottle of whiskey and a few cigars to his touring car compartment. He settled down onto the couch, draping an arm over the back of it before reaching over to open the window with the other. He inhaled the scent of the desert, noticing immediately the lack of modern smells to it. No oil, no city smells, no people smells, even. Not much of them, anyway. It was a welcome change from the smell of death, and the breeze that was created as the train moved was nice. Settling back onto the couch, he lit the first cigar before shaking out the match and dropping it into the ash tray. While he had considered completely closing the door, he left it slightly ajar. There were people who knew he hung out here who might want to stop in, and if he smelled Rogue passing by, he'd call her in. He wasn't sure he'd actually pointed out which car he'd claimed for his own. He figured he was safe from Jaime for the time being; she'd caught up with him earlier to give him her opinion of Rogue. He'd been mostly amused by the witch's assessment, but he appreciated the fact they'd apparently met on their own. While he didn't foresee any instance where he wouldn't be able to keep an eye out for Rogue, he didn't know what the train would do. Jaime and Marian both had steel in them, and he'd trust them and Laura to keep an eye on Rogue for him if he ever couldn't. Exhaling a stream of smoke toward the window, he watched it bend with the wind of the train's passage. He let his eyes half-close as he simply relaxed and enjoyed the quiet. He wondered how long it would be before there were reports of hallucinations or dead bodies or whatever the train had coming for them next, but he wasn't in a rush to find that out. |