ragin_canuck (ragin_canuck) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-06-24 13:03:00 |
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Current location: | Roof |
Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | wolverine |
Who: Logan
What: Dealing with silence
When: VERY early morning
Where: Roof of Hyperion
Rating: PG-13 though with Logan ya just never know.
Status: Open (gotta put a stipulation of please no telepaths. I don't want his rage coming out right now. Peter is the one exception since he's sort of his boss in case there's a security issue)
Logan woke early, he'd fallen asleep watching a hockeygame the night before. His room already had claw marks in the walls, remains of "murdered" pillows from his nightmares. The room was obviously his by the way things were arranged. By the wall there was a clear space with an oriental style rub where he did his meditating. He needed a window. But something was strange today. His normally acut hearing that picked up cars going down the street, conversations on the street corner and the light snoring of the person that lived three doors down.. none of it. It just wasn't there.
As he got up he noticed there was no sound of the couch creaking or anything. This was just plain weird. Shaking his head he went to the bedroom and changed into a pair of yoga pants, not bothering with a shirt. He didn't need shoes. Just grabbed a towel, his mat and headed upstairs to the roof. It was still dark out and would be for about another hour or so. He spread the mat out and sat down indian style and rest his hands on his knees.
His eyes closed he found it easier to concentrate and focus with no sound. The wind blew his bedhead hair a bit. Thankfully scent seemed to be working fine, so at least he'd be able to scent someone coming up on him.