|Logan (hey_bub) wrote in silverage,|
@ 2011-09-05 00:50:00
|Entry tags:||!log, logan, lorna dane|
Logan new he was trapped. He'd spent his first week here exploring what were apparent borders of the place. Something somehow was keeping them here, and he was determined to find the way out. There was a way out, somewhere. Every cage had a door or a weak bar or a way to pick the lock. He just had to find it, that was all.
He'd already thoroughly beat up the city, so he was exploring what was apparently the north-eastern most area of their cage. It was uncomfortably close to the mutant house, and he had to hope none of them got curious and found him somehow. They had a way, he was sure of that, and they'd found him once, hadn't they? He wasn't interested in happy family group hug bullshit. He was interested in answers, he was interested in getting his memories back, and now he was interested in finding the way out of here. That was it. Line drawn.
He had a sad feeling he'd have more luck getting his memories back than finding the way out or finding answers, and that was a dismal outlook. It seemed to be an honest one though, as he continued to try and fail to find the door, the weak bar, or the way to pick the lock.
At least the scenery was nice up here. He plunked himself down on a bench in front of a duck pond and stared out across the small body of water. Lighting a cigar, he let it rest between his lips as he looked without seeing much of anything, losing himself in his thoughts as he sought another plan of attack to find his way out.