Logan (hey_bub) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-11-10 09:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, logan |
One of the Few
Characters: Logan, open
When: Saturday afternoon
Location: Open-air observation car
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Logan smokes and watches candy-land
Status: Open, ongoing
Logan knew things about himself now. Not because he actually remembered them, but because he'd been told about them. Jaime was of the mind the train was glitching pretty hardcore, and he wondered if that was true, or if everyone else remembered being a child because they hadn't lost their childhood memories to begin with. He hadn't remembered his childhood, so in a twisted way, it still made sense that he wouldn't remember being a child on the train. It grated on him, because there was the chance to actually know something of his past. Still, Jaime had done a good job of quizzing him when he was seven, and she'd relayed the information back to him once he was an adult again. He now knew how old he was, what his name was, where he'd been as a child, if not where he'd been born -- though he thought it stood to reason he'd lived at least in the same area he'd been born. It didn't change anything, ultimately. He was still missing the entire century and change between his seventh year and the day he lost his memories. But it was something, he guessed. Facts he wouldn't have otherwise had if not for the train. He snorted at that thought, shaking his head a little before he let himself out of his touring compartment. The train was very quiet these days, and he knew there was a giant cloud of worry hovering over the area. After all the purges, the people who didn't want to get sent back were worried they would. It led to a lot of tension. Jaime had been snappier than usual, and even Lily had been cranky. He understood, and he could relate. He was more or less indifferent in regard to being sent back or not. While he'd heard some things from Rogue, he knew he wasn't slated to die in the next couple of years -- as if he could if he'd tried. Still, he thought if there was a rescue, he might stay wherever they landed if it suited him. If. He snorted again as he withdrew a cigar from his pocket and headed out toward the open air car. He didn't mind this scenery, and he figured it'd be nice to sit out in the sun for a little while. Get some fresh air. See who wandered through -- and how long it took for one of the remaining occupants to roam down that way. These days, finding an empty car wasn't exactly difficult. It was ... perplexing, and he wished he knew what it meant. Was it the end? Was it like they said -- the train was rebelling? Or was it something new? Were they set to receive a huge rush of new faces after they'd all gotten good and wound up? With this train, who knew? Exhaling, Logan settled onto one of the benches, watching the colorful, sugary scenery whisk by. |