Logan Graves misses the quiet (graveslogan) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-10-19 11:41:00 |
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Though she had never used them for their intended purposes, Logan knew where most of the hunting perches and platforms were throughout the jungle. Couldn't always manage to find them without getting herself turned around and confused, she'd always been a city girl, but she could find them. Like the one that was up in the jungle that climbed the mountainous area that the Basso family had built their ridiculous estate on. It was close enough to serve as a good stake out perch, safer then just hiding out on the ground, in the trees would be. At least for now, while she was still trying to figure out the schedule. Wouldn't get her far if she edged closer to the house right as one of their security guards did a sweep. Especially with her rib not fully healed up, having to run away was still a bitch. She was aware that not everyone approved of her new hobby, but Logan didn't care. It was personal for her, but only an idiot couldn't see the family as a whole was a threat to all of them. Especially now that they were making their way into the city, finding more supplies. Gingerly she reached behind her to grab at her water bottle, not willing to look away from the security guard who'd just crossed in front of her binoculars view. The sun was well up now, which meant the heat was already creeping up too. "Fucking jungles," she grumbled under her breath. Her fingers clasped air, her bottle too far behind her to reach without moving. She made one more attempt to find it without looking, then swore under her breath. |