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capeandcowllogs2011-05-18 05:32 pm
trollverine) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-05-18 05:32 pm
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you were sitting home watching your tv
WHO: [Bad username or site: meowminx title= @ livejournal.com] and some psycho.
WHERE: Logan's old (and Selina's current) bar.
WHEN: At the beginning of the craziness on Wednesday.
WARNINGS: Daken?
SUMMARY: Chaos is the best cover for a little B&E.
FORMAT: WHATEVER LB WANTS
He'd woken up to the dulcet tones of a radio DJ warning him of a potentially dangerous situation in midtown. He'd listened for a few minutes, hand hovering over the hotel clock-radio, and thought: for me? You shouldn't have.
The girl at the front desk told him that he might be better off sticking to downtown today, and he thanked her, but assured her that he would be fine. He had things to do - he was running low on cash already, and while it didn't worry him, it still needed fixing - but the knowledge that something volatile and unpredictable was happening within walking distance was too much to resist.
Until something else caught his attention.
He paused on the sidewalk, ignoring the sound of sirens not far away, taking in the air.
Logan.
But that wasn't possible.
It was coming from a bar. The closer he got, the surer he was: Logan had been here.
He tried the door. Locked. He glanced up and down the sidewalk and over his shoulder; someone dashed across the street a block away, but they weren't paying attention to him. He yanked up the hood of his jacket anyway and leaned back to examine the second floor windows. No, that would leave blood.
Then it was a question of practicality: around the lock, or around the hinges?
Lock, he decided, moving closer. At least that way he could close it again. Sort of. He punched his claws through the door.
WHERE: Logan's old (and Selina's current) bar.
WHEN: At the beginning of the craziness on Wednesday.
WARNINGS: Daken?
SUMMARY: Chaos is the best cover for a little B&E.
FORMAT: WHATEVER LB WANTS
He'd woken up to the dulcet tones of a radio DJ warning him of a potentially dangerous situation in midtown. He'd listened for a few minutes, hand hovering over the hotel clock-radio, and thought: for me? You shouldn't have.
The girl at the front desk told him that he might be better off sticking to downtown today, and he thanked her, but assured her that he would be fine. He had things to do - he was running low on cash already, and while it didn't worry him, it still needed fixing - but the knowledge that something volatile and unpredictable was happening within walking distance was too much to resist.
Until something else caught his attention.
He paused on the sidewalk, ignoring the sound of sirens not far away, taking in the air.
Logan.
But that wasn't possible.
It was coming from a bar. The closer he got, the surer he was: Logan had been here.
He tried the door. Locked. He glanced up and down the sidewalk and over his shoulder; someone dashed across the street a block away, but they weren't paying attention to him. He yanked up the hood of his jacket anyway and leaned back to examine the second floor windows. No, that would leave blood.
Then it was a question of practicality: around the lock, or around the hinges?
Lock, he decided, moving closer. At least that way he could close it again. Sort of. He punched his claws through the door.
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As the bar and Logan's memory fell away behind him, he decided he'd maybe do something else for her. Something small, but it wouldn't matter; she wouldn't be expecting it.
Or maybe he'd just drop in for a beer. Either way, he wasn't planning on staying unwelcome.