Logan (hey_bub) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-01-27 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | logan, {lady marian |
Crankypants
Characters: Logan, Marian
When: Friday after dark
Location: Back dining car (10)
Warnings/Rating: Grumpy Canuck is grumpy
Summary: Logan tries to find somewhere that fearful bodies aren't
Status: Complete
The fact that they'd taken over the touring car was ... understandable. It was big, it had seats and places to stretch out to sleep for those who could, and it was generally quiet. Which was why he preferred it for all his hiding and sleeping needs. Prior to entering Pandora, he'd used it to smoke near the window so he didn't bother the others. He'd tried opening the window just a little, but it had created an unfriendly environment. He could survive it, for a little while anyway, but he didn't want to compromise the air of the train ... so he'd gone without. It wasn't helping his current mood. He understood, and to a degree he felt for them, but in the end, there was nothing anyone could do about it. The patrols weren't working, because even the people with heightened senses that weren't sleeping didn't notice anything. The train was big, sure, but not that big. And if the rumors were true, if someone had actually dragged a body ... how could everyone have remained oblivious to that? He wished he could sense something. Anything. Besides the damn shadows. Earlier ... he'd seen Rogue in her coat as a shadow on the wall. Hadn't smelled her, hadn't seen any other trace of her ... so he knew it was the shadows playing tricks. Shadows didn't scare him, but he'd watched it all the same until it had gone away, drifting out the door as if a ray of sunlight was actually being blocked by a Rogue-shaped object. It unnerved him, yes, because the knowledge had to come from somewhere and he didn't like the idea that the shadows were sentient anymore than he liked the idea that the train was. Either way, the shadows weren't anything he could do anything about either so he disregarded them. Making his way along the corridor, he found the back dining car mostly deserted. He could hear and smell the people who'd opted to remain between the touring car and the observation car, so he pulled up a couple of chairs and tucked himself into a dark corner. He wasn't tired though, so he just watched the hallway to see who was coming, and who was going. Maybe tonight he'd hear something ... though he wasn't counting on that. |