ragin_canuck (ragin_canuck) wrote in no_good_deed, @ 2010-12-08 17:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, old pc: siryn, old pc: threnody, shadowcat, wolverine |
Back to the basics
Who: Logan OTA!
What: Arriving at the school
When: 12/8 Very early morning
Where: The mansion. First the garage, then kitchen.
Rating: Um.. I'll try for PG-13 but with him it might not pan out
After he'd gotten off the phone with the Cassidy girl he'd pushed it. Not that he was that far from WestChester to begin with. It was just a bitch to drive through the weather. Logan had left the mansion about a month or so after the whole thing on Alcatraz. He caught the looks he got from various people when they found out he was the one that killed Jean, like his guilt wasn't enough.
So Logan had hit the road. Over the last seven years he'd been all over Canada, back to Alkali for any clues that he might of overlooked before. It was harder being there than he thought it would of been. That was where they really lost Jean. Logan didn't linger at Alkali at all. His time in Japan he'd enjoyed, learned a few interesting facts about himself. But during the whole time he was anywhere he had this nagging feeling he was being watched, if not hunted. Every now and again on the wind he'd catch a scent that would spark a whisper of a memory but it was gone to fast for him to grab on to.
For a majority of the last two years he'd been residing in a cabin up in the Canadian mountains. Logan had done a lot of work on the place but it was the closest thing to his own home he had. He'd kept in touch with Storm, just in case something arose and she would need him back at the school. It never happened.
But now he felt like he needed to go back. He'd gotten over everything that happened, well mostly he had. Nightmares were still regular occurrences. But he figured that was something he would never be rid of.
Driving straight through, not stopping for anything but gas he made it there a little after three in the morning. The place hadn't changed and he didn't even cast a glance at the three headstones as he drove to the garage and got out. The place held memories. Some good, some bad.
He'd have to be quiet going in, that wasn't a problem for the Wolverine. He coasted the truck to park and got out, grabbing a bag from the back and headed inside, coding the door after he unlocked it. He was grateful that was still the same. His bag hitched over his shoulder he trekked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for something to eat.
There were lots of new scents in the place. he'd have to get himself acquainted with all of them so no one ended up accidentally hurt by him. But right now his stomach growling like a angry.. well him needed immediate attention. The light from the fridge illuminated his bulky frame standing in front of it as he searched.