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Sid Jenkins (emo_underdog) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-25 00:04:00

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!complete, day 05, location: forest, logan, sid jenkins

Day Five - Morning
Who: Sid Jenkins and Logan
What: Arrival
When: Day Five, early morning
Where: In the forest to start
Rating: R, language
Status: Complete

It had been raining when Sid had curled up in that box in the alley a few blocks from Times Square. Somehow, it had seemed like a good idea at the time to leave Bristol for New York City to find Cass. He hadn’t really thought it through, though, and he really, really should have, he realized pretty quickly when he hadn’t had enough money for a motel room, was completely lost, and still hadn’t found Cass after a whole day of searching. His eyes opened slowly and he felt like hell. Since when did sharing a bottle of whiskey - with a hobo, no less; at least this one hadn’t peed on his leg - knock him on his arse?

“Bollocks,” he sighed sleepily, pulling his coat in around himself. His boyish features were drawn down in the ever-present kicked-puppy expression he wore like a pro even when he wasn’t trying. When he finally took a look around and really absorbed his surroundings, his brow furrowed and he sat up, tugging his skewed beanie down around his ears and over his forehead. Adjusting his glasses, he raised his eyebrows. Trees and dirt? Well, the dirt he supposed he could understand but what the bloody fuck were trees doing in Times Square?

That was when it hit him. He wasn’t in Times Square. Had he wandered off in a drunken stupor? Sid wasn’t even aware that there were forests in New York City - it certainly hadn’t been in the brochure - but this didn’t look the way he’d expected Central Park to look, either. Actually, he didn’t even know where Central Park was but he was pretty sure he’d have remembered walking that far, had he actually done it. “Shit,” he sighed and got to his feet. In the process, he kicked something and looked down quizzically before bending to pick up a small box. “Vas what?” he read aloud, looking confused and slightly annoyed. Americans spoke English, didn’t they? He was almost positive they did, even though he’d come across his fair share of foreign languages walking the streets of Manhattan and trying to get the attention of passers by to show them Cassie’s picture. This, though, was most definitely not English. “‘Go get her, Sid. Go find Cass, Sid. It’s meant to be, Sid. Get on the plane, Sid.’ Twats,” he muttered. "Chelle! Tony! Right, you're hilarious, you can come out now!" he snapped.

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clawed_one
2009-04-24 11:17 pm UTC (link)

Logan groaned as he woke. Nausea flirted with his stomach, and he was flat on his face. Must have been one hell of a party. Or a fight. One of the two. He groaned again and shook his head. He'd ridden Cyke's bike all day and half the night before finding some dive of a motel with a bar nearby to crash at ... must've decided to head for the bar rather than the bed.

About then, his surroundings registered, and half a second later, Logan was on his feet, adrenaline destroying the lingering nausea and disorientation. He half-crouched, face twisted into a snarl, arms and wrists cocked, skin and muscle /burning/ with the effort to keep the claws in as his heart jackhammered against his metal-lined ribs. Instantly on the alert, he started scanning the area.

Fuck on a stick. Out in the middle of fucking nowhere in the fucking woods, and fuck him if he didn't look down, half expecting to be naked as the day he'd been born. But he wasn't. Ok, so not a nightmare. Or, well, yes, it was, just not the sleeping kind. Fuck.

And the more he picked up with his senses, the less happy he got. Something was /seriously/ fucked up here. It didn't smell right, sound right or feel right. Double fuck.

Put it all together, and Logan knew /exactly/ where the fuck he was, even if he didn't know who was behind it. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He found the assholes that dragged him here, there was gonna be blood on the floor when all was said and done, and it wouldn't be his. He cast another murderous glare around himself, and noticed the little wood box at his feet. He picked it up and examined the contents with a disgusted snort.

Fuckers.

Then he heard someone yell, and he tucked the box under his shirts, tucking them in to hold the thing there so he'd have both hand free.

Pissed as hell and just /itching/ for a fight, he headed for the source of the voice, snorting when he saw the scrawny kid. "You got five seconds, bub, to explain what the /fuck/ is going on here." He snarled.

	clawed_one 2009-04-25 01:58 am UTC (link)
	Ahhhhhhh, shitfuckdamnohhell. Logan grimaced as the kid freaked out and fell ass over teakettle in his hurry to get the hell away. "Relax, kid. I'm not gonna hurt you." He growled, his tone one of tired forebearance. "Long, long story short ... I got a few aces up my sleeve most other people don't. Y'know what mutants are, right?" (Reply to this) (Parent)

	clawed_one 2009-04-25 02:30 am UTC (link)
	"A metal called adamantium." Logan said, skipping the horror stories. He retracted the claws, mostly to give the kid a break ... then gave the kid a stunned look. "Wait ... you have no clue at all what mutants are? Don't you have a TV at home? Newspaper? Radio? It's all over the fucking news all the damn time." That uneasy sensation was back. Fuck on a stick! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	clawed_one 2009-04-25 02:55 am UTC (link)
	Logan headed back the way they'd come, altering their angle a bit, using his senses to get a better fix on where people were. "I call everyone that ain't older than dirt kid, kid." He told Sid. Or a nickname, but most people under twenty (by looks or actual chronology) got stuck with 'kid'. He set a fast pace towards 'people'. Not quite a trot, but close enough. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	clawed_one 2009-04-25 03:52 am UTC (link)
	Logan finally spared more than a glance for the contents of his box, pulling it out to investigate the book. "Huh. Yeah, mine has writing in it too, and a map. Wierd shit. Looks like a good dozen or so people've written in it, judging by the different handwriting." Then he shook his head. "Nah, I wanna take a look around, see what all's around. Be careful, all right?" (Reply to this) (Parent)