Logan (
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▷ open & closed - get about as oiled as a diesel train
Who: Logan (
lasttoolong) & various
What: Settling in, getting to know people, starting fights.
When: Throughout May.
Where: Milton and surrounds.
Content Warnings: Potential violence, injury, talk of degenerative illness, inadvisable amounts of moonshine. More will be added if needed.
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What: Settling in, getting to know people, starting fights.
When: Throughout May.
Where: Milton and surrounds.
Content Warnings: Potential violence, injury, talk of degenerative illness, inadvisable amounts of moonshine. More will be added if needed.
[ OOC: Open & closed starters will be posted to the comments. Feel free to throw wildcards either off the back of something else we've discussed, or something new you think would be neat! Or if you want to plot something out or request a closed starter, hit me up on Plurk (laetificat) or PM! ]
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He's got the remnants of a snare in one hand, cigar in the other as he knocks icy slush off his boots. The bruises on his face are fading, thumbprints of purple under his eyes from the broken nose courtesy of Jason, and the bandages around his knuckles aren't bloodstained even if they are dirty from working out in the fog and the forest.
The girl's words have his eyebrows inching upwards. It's you is rarely the start of a friendly introduction, in Logan's experience. He scowls, then dismisses her, heading to one of the tables to set down the coils of wire and wooden pegs.
"Yeah, so what's it to you?"
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"Wynonna's my friend." Being the first reason. Her getting shot last month being another, but she doesn't mention that part. Wynonna is a grown adult, yeah. And she's not entirely stoked about her actions of getting involved in that whole mess. "You were in the fight."
Which brings her to another point:
"The same one where Lieutenant Little got knocked out."
And she's even more unhappy about that.
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Logan doesn't look up at her, too busy untying the wire from around the pegs, careless of the melting snow and dirt he's leaving on the tabletop. No sense wasting it, when they've got such limited resources.
"He was the one who chose to get involved, kid. Let him live with the consequences. As for Wynonna -- she gave as good as she got." There's a hint of satisfaction to that last remark. He's not beyond hoping for another round with her.
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"Fighting's not okay." Her cheeks puffs a little in indignation, but she— looks more like small annoyed animal than anything. She takes a breath, shakes her head. "Like, okay. So I get you're new here and everything— but like... this place is not cool. There's some serious supernatural stuff going on. This place wants us dead."
He might not be looking at her, but she sure is looking at him. Serious, but also imploringly.
"Not to mention we're in the middle of nowhere with limited supplies. The last thing we need is brawls in the street where someone might end up killing someone."
You know, like what might happen when someone gets punched in the face.
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He flicks a glance over at her as he unspools the wire, dropping it onto the table, then looks away again.
"I didn't mean to hurt him," he points out, which is a stupid thing to say considering he definitely meant to hit him. But he also doesn't feel like he needs to apologize to this strange kid. "Maybe he'll learn to duck next time."
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Oh. So he is the one who did the punching. Kate's frowning in disapproval for a long moment but it passes and she's inhaling and exhaling heavily. She's so tired of stuff.
"You know, it'd be super nice if there wasn't a next time." Look, she's just saying. Fighting is not cool! "He's a good man, and he's been through a whole lot. He means a lot to me too."
Both him and Wynonna.