|The Wolverine (who_islogan) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2012-01-16 20:45:00
|Entry tags:||logan/wolverine, svetlana sergievsky|
Who: Logan and Svetlana (and possibly the kiddies)
What: Logan trying to settle in
Where: Complex halls
When: Evening of the 16th
Rating: PG range
Status: Complete (I think)
Settling into life in the complex wasn't exactly easy. At least for Logan it wasn't easy. He didn't like sitting around when there was a fight to be had. But apparently this big bad evil didn't care about making them wait, even though he'd been dragged here with numerous others to help in this fight. Still, at least he was trying to settle in. And being the loner he still tended to be, he preferred finding and making money himself and not having people help him. He still didn't trust many people here. Svetlana was probably the only person he would trust but he didn't want to be a burden to her.
Sighing, Logan headed back to the complex after his run of the bars. He wished alcohol had more of an impact on him but given his mutant abilities, he could never really get drunk. Still, it was good in that he rarely lost his senses and wits. He grinned though, wiping some of the excess blood from his face as he walked up the stairs to his room. Some of the seedier bars were good for fights to blow off steam. At least he didn't kill anyone. Or injure anyone too badly. But he was getting bored. He needed to do something. He was a fighter. A survivor. And he had only recently found a place to belong with the X-Men. But now, here in Lawrence, he had next to nothing. He was solidly bored. And that could get dangerous. Thus, he tried to find things to do in town without getting too crazy. But there was only so much he could do on his own.
Walking down the hall, he fumbled to get his keys out of his jacket pocket. Cursing a bit as they fell to the floor, he knelt down and picked them up. He stood back up and pulled out one of his cigars and lit it. Well, life could be worse than it was. At least this world didn't know about mutans or anything so he wasn't judged on that basis. He took a long drag on his cigar and slowly blew out the smoke. Yep, life could definitely be worse than it was at the moment.