James "Logan" Howlett (snikt) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-07-21 10:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: logan howlett, character: michonne |
Sometimes even to live
Who: Logan & Michonne
When: Monday afternoon, after this
Where: The forest
What: Investigating (discreetly) the strange sounds, and possibly running into Pachys
Status/Warning: In-progress, bad language will most likely occur
All of Logan's instincts were on edge when he woke up that day. It didn't help that the heat had jumped a good twenty degrees overnight, and that the entire area had taken on a very jungle-like feel. Logan didn't have distinct memories of the jungle, or having been in one, but his gut told him he had a long long time ago. There was a tension that was coupled with it, and like so many people had noted already something was definitely about to happen to them. It was the way the town worked - periods of quiet followed by screaming and dying. It wasn't a way to live, but what other choice did he (or anyone else) have?
He lingered at the tree line, leaning against one of the larger trees with his arms crossed over his chest. He wanted to pull out a cigar to smoke, but Logan wasn't stupid enough to give away his location to whatever it was that had taken residence in the forest. Besides, the humidity in the air was staggering where every breath he took was heavy with moisture. His skin was glistening with sweat already, and it was barely reaching noon.
Logan could only imagine the terrors that awaited for them amidst the trees. Whatever it was was huge. The closer he got to the forest the stronger the vibrations became. Steady, like footsteps. Maybe it was a giant?
He shrugged off the notion when he saw Michonne in the distance, and he pushed himself off the tree so he could greet her.
"You're late," he teased with a bit of a smirk. There was a moment of silence before he turned his eyes toward the forest. "Whatever's in there is getting closer," he said to his companion. "You ready for this?"