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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It's hard to let go of the mindset that she doesn't need to look after herself like other people do, because she's stronger than other people are. She's lived like that longer than she's lived any other way. It's like losing the ability to breathe without making yourself do it, mechanically pulling in each breath and pressing it out. It makes it harder to go to sleep.
She follows him at something of a distance. "I don't know how to use a gun, anyway. Bullets wouldn't be much use to me."
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He pauses for a moment when he reaches the boundaries of the next property, dulled senses stretched to make use of the thin moonlight bouncing off the snow and the fog. His breath plumes in front of him as he stands in the snow. If she moves behind him, he'll put out a hand to indicate that she should stop.
"Bear," he says, in a low voice. His gaze is fixed on a corner of the cabin up ahead, under the overhang of the porch, where a shadowed and furry shape is digging through what little remains of the garbage cans. "Stay still."