Who: Logan OT Joëlle What: Logan enjoys working outdoors When: Sunday morning Where: Haven grounds, near the fence. The site of the upcoming Halloween hay ride. Warnings: TBD
Logan had been told that the organizing committee for the Halloween party next weekend wanted to clear a path for a hay ride, whatever that was. He had looked at the diagram provided with his usual unimpressed expression, which looked vaguely like he was either about to break into a scowl or something in the room smelled rotten. He had watched the bright smiles fade by inches as he simply stared at the kids who came to ask him to please help in this capacity. In the end, he figured it would be better for him to do it rather than let some of these snot nosed kids run around his woods hacking down defenseless trees willy-nilly, and probably cutting down more trees than were strictly necessary to open said path.
He told them in no uncertain terms that their map was crap, and that it wouldn't work, and told them exactly where he was going to open that path for them. He figured he might as well kill two birds with a stone and, since he often went around the property making sure no trees were growing too close to the fence, this hay ride idea only gave him an excuse to widen the gap between fence and woods, thus preventing a good number of possible unwanted visitors from using the trees as a way to jump over the fence.
Today was the day Logan had set aside for this task. He had recruited a couple of residents to help out, but mostly they were clearing cut branches and taking away the wood he was chopping with his claws. It was as good a workout as any and, by mid-morning, Logan was stripped down to the waist, using his white t-shirt as a towel for his sweat. He was bent over a pile of logs, stacking them up for pickup when he caught a familiar scent in the wind. It was Joëlle's scent, the pretty girl who could control water and cooked like nobody's business. He straightened up and stretched his overworked back, arching his spine until it popped and back again. He thought to put on his t-shirt out of respect for a lady, but it was pretty much filthy with sweat, pine resin and sawdust, so he merely snorted and draped it over his shoulder before walking over and picking up some more logs for the stack.