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Logan (hey_bub) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-08-20 10:52:00

Entry tags:

!log, bill compton, logan

He was stuck
Who: Logan, open
What: Drinking
When: Saturday evening
Where: a bar, any bar, pick a bar in the city somewhere
Rating: L for language
Status: Open, ongoing

After the incident at the garage, the talk of alien invasion and being stuck, Logan had immediately headed out of town. Rather, he'd tried to. He didn't know what was going on with the place, but there had been no way out, and everywhere he'd gone had shown some evidence of snow. It hadn't stopped him though. He'd spent the next three days exploring every avenue of escape, and while he hadn't given up, he was taking a break from it.

He couldn't get drunk; he knew that much. But he could still drink. He had some money saved up and he figured if he took his time, there was every chance he might overhear something of interest in one of the fine drinking establishments in the city. Normally, he went for dive bars, more rural places, less populated ones. Places where people weren't inclined to look at each other because everyone was there to escape something.

Tonight though ... tonight he needed the crowds, the people, the babble and the chatter. He needed the population and their gossip to try to figure out what the hell was going on here. While he wanted to make it through the night unmolested, he didn't think he'd be left entirely alone. Not in a crowd. No matter what kind of gruff 'fuck off' vibes he gave off. Some people were inexplicably attracted to that, after all.

Nursing a beer, Logan listened. Nothing so far was catching his interest. Idle chatter. Laughter. Talking about mundane things. The weather. The freak snow storm that had recently given up the ghost. Work. Bosses. Jobs. Sex. Smokes. Drinks. Nothing of use yet. He probably just hadn't found the right conversation to tune into yet, that was all.

Lighting another of his cigars, he drew on it slowly before exhaling the smoke and tapping the ash into one of the many trays scattered on the bar top. He'd give this place a little longer then move on to another. It wasn't like he had anywhere to be right now.

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hey_bub
2011-08-25 03:09 am UTC (link)

"Few days," Logan said. He studied the man, and was intrigued more than anything else. If the guy had been here for four years, maybe he had some insight on the whole being trapped thing. "Came down from Canada, on my way ..."

He shrugged. He didn't know where he'd been headed. Around, until somewhere had caught his interest. Until something spoke to him. Maybe until something triggered a memory.

"Turns out I can't leave," he said, brows elevating in silent question, hoping that would prompt ... something. An explanation, commiseration, some hint as to what the general population thought about it. Maybe some clue as to what this man ... really was.

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vampire_compton
2011-08-26 04:28 am UTC (link)

As Bill hadn't yet attempted to leave the city, he had no idea that there were larger things at work here, though he had been beginning to suspect, meeting all the unusual people he had been as of late (not to mention the weather). He hadn't been reading the papers, only casually noticing the occasional headline talking about the slew of new arrivals. So this was indeed a strange addition to the conversation, one which Bill wasn't quite sure what to make of.

"You can't leave?" he inquired, "May I ask why? Are you stranded?"

He figured the man was a roustabout out of work, unable to pay for a way out of the city. He seemed well enough to be able to afford beer and cigars, however, but Bill supposed that different people had different priorities.

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hey_bub
2011-08-26 11:43 am UTC (link)

Logan laughed quietly. "If it were that simple, I'd be gone already," he assured the other man. Stranded. That was ... interesting. He shook his head. "Physically trapped here. You haven't noticed? Seems to be only a certain area we can get to, and after that we're ... stuck. Like we bounce back to this ..." He shrugged. "Cage."

It was a cage, even if he couldn't see the bars. He was curious if it somehow only applied to him though, or if this guy just hadn't tried to leave. Logan wasn't sure if he got a wanderer vibe off of him or not, but he hadn't immediately struck him as a homebody. He could be wrong, he supposed.

"Met some kid my first night in town who suggested I try to get the hell out of Dodge," Logan commented. It was more volunteering than he was accustomed to doing, but maybe in this case he had to give something to get something.

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vampire_compton
2011-08-26 09:43 pm UTC (link)

Bill's brow furrowed - true, he hadn't tried to leave the city for a long while, but surely it wasn't impossible? How could a city trap you? He suddenly felt claustrophobic, but shook it off. This man must've just been somewhat drunk. Of course...of course he'd be able to leave, if he wanted to.

"How strange," he finally replied, his countenance foggy. The furthest he had gone in months was Queens, and he supposed that was still part of "the city". He hadn't left New York since...1961? 62? And he hadn't left the city in at least five months.

"Of course you can leave," he thought, the feeling of being trapped growing stronger by the moment, "Of course,"

"Why did they suggest that, do you suppose?" he finally asked, forcing himself out of his own thoughts.

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hey_bub
2011-08-26 10:25 pm UTC (link)

"See if I could," he replied. "Gave me his card and said to call him if I got out." Logan shrugged and took a sip of his drink before he regarded the guy. "This the first you're hearing of it?" The way he'd replied had made it seem to Logan like it was news.

He shrugged a little. "Dunno who all's affected. Just drifters or residents too." He hadn't actually done a lot of asking about it just because it was such a queer thing to try to explain. There was nothing to hold him here, not physically, but he was here all the same.

"Guess there's not much to do but settle in and wait for it to blow over." He wasn't really interested in the idea it might not blow over and he'd be stuck in this city until the world turned to dust or something did manage to kill him.

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