Logan McDaniel (findthetrueblue) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-10-29 20:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-19, frankie, logan |
Maybe I'm a different breed
Who: Frankie and Logan
Where: an arcade in S.O.
When: afternoon
How Logan had managed to stumble across this place, he wasn't sure, but as soon as he had walked by the place, he'd had to go in. There wasn't much that his team was getting up to lately -- they were more focused on the things going on at the park, and that was more Slevin's expertise than his. He'd do what part of the investigation that he needed to, if it came to that, but mostly he would leave it up to the elemental. No, Logan wanted to explore their new area of operations, and he'd done so nearly all day. It was enough to just go out on foot and walk around, getting his bearings for the place. He'd come into the arcade on a whim -- he'd have to remember where it was so he could show Teddy later. He knew his friend would love this place, how could he not? The thought brought a smile to his face as he walked around, looking at all the different games. He knew his friend would want a full report, and once Logan was inside, his OCD was kicking in, anyway. He passed by most of the games, his hand outstretched with his fingertips brushing against them so that he'd get flashes from his clairsentience. There wasn't much going on here besides kids playing video games, but every once in a while he'd get flashes of were-children using their reflexes to be better at the challenges. That made him smile a little bit -- it was natural for children to want to use their special abilities. At least, that was how he saw it, because he'd been exactly the same way. Even if he'd been called a freak for it.
He finally settled on a game that he wanted to play. It was the game that involved hunting and the little joke made him smile to himself. He picked up one of the plastic rifles and popped a quarter into the coin slot. The game started and it took him a little bit before he got his bearings with the toy rifle. It was definitely not the same as shooting a real rifle, but it was fun, and before long Logan was able to land nearly all the computer-generated deer that jumped past the screen. He was a little lost in his own world while he played, little snippets of flashes from his psychic powers while he played. It made it a little bit more challenging to focus on the game, but he was used to it by now. He had made sure to keep himself entrenched in society so that he did not become a recluse, like he was sure most other clairsentience were tempted to become. Plus, it was in his very nature to want to know more, so he just went about his game until it ended. He was just about to put another quarter in when he dropped it on the ground. It went skidding a little ways away and as he rushed over and bent to retrieve it, he bumped into someone. He didn't get a flash, so he assumed his skin didn't make contact with theirs, so he was a little disappointed. He forgot which of his team told him that that was creepy, but it was likely that it was Ice who had said something like that. "Excuse me, I didn't mean to knock into you," he mumbled a bit, his fingers clutching the quarter as he straightened. For once, he stood up at his full height, but he didn't have as far down to look to meet the gaze of the woman he'd collided with. "Are you okay?"