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capeandcowllogs2010-03-10 10:23 pm
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WHO: Claude and Logan
WHERE: Logan's unassuming little apartment thing.
WHEN: Now?
WARNINGS: Will end if needed.
SUMMARY: Claude is bound and determined to do this 'break into people's houses and mooch off their food' thing. Pity he busts into the house of a guy with freaking enhanced senses.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Claude was getting really tired of all of this. This damn City was trying hard to make an honest man out of him. Sure, most of the houses that he broke into were just normal people. Normal, boring, every-day, dull people. However, every now and then there would be someone who would see him, who would realize that he was there or who would just catch him in the act.
Like James Bond. Bond must have had a damn tracker or something like that. It didn't do any good for Claude's already slightly paranoid self.
Frowning, Claude walked up to his unassuming break-in place of choice. He looked over the door. Simple enough. He tried the lock. Locked. Frowning, Claude threw his weight against the door a few times. Eventually, it gave. He knew that it probably was better for him to actually try and pick the lock-his skills were insanely rusty, bordering on nonexistent. However, he was thirsty adn wanted to sit down somewhere. Lock-picking could wait.
Entering the room, Claude looked around. A couch, a refrigerator...hello there, refrigerator. He walked to it. Opening the door, the Brit's eyes lit up. This thing was full of beer. Wonderful. Grabbing a beer, Claude sat down on the couch, smile on his face.
WHERE: Logan's unassuming little apartment thing.
WHEN: Now?
WARNINGS: Will end if needed.
SUMMARY: Claude is bound and determined to do this 'break into people's houses and mooch off their food' thing. Pity he busts into the house of a guy with freaking enhanced senses.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Claude was getting really tired of all of this. This damn City was trying hard to make an honest man out of him. Sure, most of the houses that he broke into were just normal people. Normal, boring, every-day, dull people. However, every now and then there would be someone who would see him, who would realize that he was there or who would just catch him in the act.
Like James Bond. Bond must have had a damn tracker or something like that. It didn't do any good for Claude's already slightly paranoid self.
Frowning, Claude walked up to his unassuming break-in place of choice. He looked over the door. Simple enough. He tried the lock. Locked. Frowning, Claude threw his weight against the door a few times. Eventually, it gave. He knew that it probably was better for him to actually try and pick the lock-his skills were insanely rusty, bordering on nonexistent. However, he was thirsty adn wanted to sit down somewhere. Lock-picking could wait.
Entering the room, Claude looked around. A couch, a refrigerator...hello there, refrigerator. He walked to it. Opening the door, the Brit's eyes lit up. This thing was full of beer. Wonderful. Grabbing a beer, Claude sat down on the couch, smile on his face.