Logan (canucklehead) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-12-12 15:29:00 |
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Carol's first mistake had been to make the bet. Now she'd made another and, with the looming time rapidly approaching, Logan prepared himself to meet the challenge. Logan hunched himself down against the cold snowbank he'd spent the last ten minutes erecting as discreetly as he could. The solid vantage point it presented him, on the doors of the towers was enough for him. In no world was it an ideal shelter by any means but, after enough years digging foxholes on foreign soil, Logan felt pretty comfortable with it. Sure, he'd likely have to abandon it eventually, but it'd give him enough time to brace himself against the retaliations he fully expected. Certainly, part of him felt absurd. Here he was, a man at his age, curling snowballs up inside his fists. It was likely not something one would have expected to see, what with Logan getting a small pile ready to launch the moment she opened the door, but that wasn't the point. The point was that they were all trapped in some bizarre reality, where fairy-tales were real, everyone played nice, and there were no episode of anything worth watching on T.V. It was a dangerous combination for the people of their world, especially the ones who weren't used to sitting idle for so long. As he curled himself down against the makeshift embankment, it occurred to Logan just how important this whole thing probably was - even if he hadn't planned it that way. People needed something to do. They needed a way to let off some steam, have a few laughs, and let go. He figured the locals probably wouldn't complain, not with the way snowball fights had a way of making people crave warm beverages. It'd be a boon for everyone and, in all likelihood, everyone had the foresight not to be an asshole about it. At least that was his hope anyway. Now it was just a matter of waiting, letting the snow fall down and tangle up in his feral mane. Now it was just a matter of keeping very still and watching the doors of the tower. Now it was just a matter of being patient enough that, when Carol came out the door, Logan could stand up and let fly with the first of many volleys. Now was the time to keep his senses sharp, because he didn't doubt her ability to be clever. Now was the time that it all began. |