Logan (canucklehead) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-14 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | kurt wagner / nightcrawler, logan howlett / wolverine |
Who: Logan Howlett / Wolverine and Open
What: Logan needs to get away from the cat.
Where: The Hanged Man
When: Wednesday August 14th, evening
Rating: TBD. Assume PG-13 for profanity?
Status: Open.
Storybrooke had a real knack for being an absolute cluster-fuck. Since his arrival, which had honestly been the least shaking of everything that had happened, things had gone from strange to stranger. Laura had arrived, Kitty was starting up a school, where he was going to be doing...something, and, of course, there was all that delightful news about his future and the new kitten he'd agreed to let Laura keep in their apartment. Logan couldn't deny, as he pushed into the door of the bar he'd yet to visit, that it was a damned miracle he hadn't stabbed or punched anyone yet. Okay, maybe anyone was a stretch, but anything wasn't. Part of him had been obsessively checking the network, just watching, waiting, looking for a reason. There'd been a couple of chumps who'd come through, but nothing that really struck him as though they'd be terribly satisfying to take his aggression out on. He'd even debated going to the shooting range and putting holes in paper targets, but that felt bland. What he really wanted was Summers to show up. Hell, Logan would have even got to meet the guy, he would have even been happy to do it. Of course, he would have been much happier to just go right ahead and knock every tooth out of that smug little smile the bastard tended to have on his face, but that situation was unfortunately stuck as a fantasy for the time being. He'd even tried, quite genuinely, to put it out of his head. When he'd finally had enough though, he'd slipped out of the apartment and left a note for Laura. Logan just wanted a drink, somewhere there wasn't hair sticking to things and, even if a bar wasn't the best smelling place in the world, it at least provided him a strange sense of comfort. Now.. Logan thought to himself as he looked about, trying to decide where he wanted to sit. ..If I could only find myself a halfway decent cigar. |