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 Better The Rabbits
Logan Howlett
 Posted: Apr 16 2018, 05:55 PM
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Three in the goddamn mornin Logan growled to himself and stumbled out o' bed. He'd only been in it fer about the entirety of the day tryin t'catch a nap or somethin. He was just so tired of everything. Tired o' worryin himself sick. Tired o' thinkin about Ira, or about how awful an fuckin useless he was bein toward Carol who deserved so much better than the man he barely was now.

He was covered in sweat from his temperature risin an fallin in his attempt t'sleep so he stopped off at the bathroom an wiped down his forehead an his arms with a wet rag, then he threw on a clean gray tank an headed fer a place that sometimes he was able t'find some semblance o' peace on. The smells on the breeze from the woods often managed t'take him away just enough. The balcony tended t'be a pretty favored hauntin ground fer the old man.

He had a seat up there in one o' the patio style chairs and closed his eyes, leanin his chin and his arms on the railin. He was troubled but at least in a somewhat medatitive state and he remained that way for a little while until he heard footsteps on the third floor. The door opened and he caught a scent he wasn't really expectin t'approach. Kid tended t'avoid him like the plague. He glanced back over his shoulder which was still haunched from his arms restin on the rail before turnin his attention back t'the polluted night sky with a slow sigh. Though any interraction between himself and this kid was rare, Logan knew what powers the kid had. The old man figured he'd just leave. Logan didn' wish what was ailin his mind on anyone.

He was constantly findin himself lost, his attention movin down toward the grounds where a noted a rabbit high tailin it toward the tree line. His jaw clenched. A reaction. That sort o' thing was happenin t'him a lot lately. Better rabbits than disgruntled alumni he supposed.

---Joseph Danvers

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Joseph Danvers
 Posted: May 8 2018, 01:33 AM
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So, what did it feel like to go up and sit next to the great Wolverine?

Take a battlefield, stained and sodden with people made into meat by artillery. Watch them rot and burst like overripe fruit in the sweltering sun. Smell the necrotic gases leak out, and inner juices spill out to mix with soil churned by tank treads. Lie among the fallen. Envy them.

Now do it again

Take all those burned out houses, now occupied only by the eerie silhouettes of blast shadows. Walk through them step by step; traversing rooms now empty of the laughter and life that gave them meaning. Run your hands through the ash. Brush it off charred mantelpieces, and clear it from picture frames. Look at the faces in those photos; try in vain to remember their names. Close the door. Lock yourself in.

Now do both those again

Take the darkened forests that’d once been thick with footsteps and gunfire. Listen to the arboreal silence broken only by the cries of wolves across the heaths. Wander without direction. Then run, faster now. Follow the beasts through the shadowed timberland. Tear off you’re clothes. Be free. Kill and fuck till you’re covered in so much blood you don’t know how much is yours. Forget your name.

Now do all that again

Take all that rage, pain, tears, blood, and screams. Bundle them up. Stuff and sow them into a sack of skin. Stab it. Slice it. Rip it open, pour in more, and stitch it back up. Give it a perpetual five-o-clock shadow and spiked drumsticks for arms.

Now have it fuck your sister

“So uh, was this where you stabbed her or…,” Joseph gestured down father along the lawn, “moah over theah?”

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Logan Howlett
 Posted: May 9 2018, 02:40 PM
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"Didn't stab her!" he barked at the little smartass just a little too quickly. Logan had had this argument already and not just with himself. The truth was that Logan wasn't actually sure what exactly he'd done to Carol or to any of the women that had been out there tryin t'put his ass down that day. There'd been a lot o'blood in the snow that day and not all of it was his or Dazzler's.

Logan spent a lot o' time mentally beatin the hell out o' himself and it wasn't just about the fact that he'd entirely lost himself in a fight with someone who was supposed to be a comrade on school grounds neither. Logan hadn't heard hide nor hair about Ira since he'd let him go and the old man regretted it every goddamn day. The twists an knots he was gettin in his stomach told him somethin was wrong. Somethin was very wrong. Ira needed him and Logan couldn't even begin t'know where he was...all because this little fuck had to start shot. Maybe fer the most part Logan knew that wasn't fair to blame Joey entirely but what was fair really wasn't his fuckn concern right now. Ira was gone and that started with Joey.

"Would it really've made a difference where?" he asked the kid incredulously. What a dumb thing to have waltzed up here and asked.

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Joseph Danvers
 Posted: May 15 2018, 06:21 AM
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Today Logan felt like the heaving terra during an earthquake, coiling knots of roots straining and snapping in his chest. The seething totality of him roiled and churned before the till of encroaching doom, perceptible only as the electrical tang of a coalescing storm. It sets the hairs of your body up, swirls the stomach, and makes the blood warm with expectantly for something half-consciously foreordained. Joe sensed familiar forms, faces, and voices in that turbulent disquiet like old corpses disentombed by a farmer’s plow. One was his own, condemned but not sentenced. No, Logan saved that scourge for himself because…

“Wouldn’t if you could actually remembah,”
noted Joe, letting the condemnation rest more in the implication then his tone. “Guess it all blurs togethah.” The empath moved a finger to indicate a spot below that’d been neither of the suggested locations, the lingering ache of battle, frantic panic, and kinswomen’s pain making any sort of guessing game moot.

“Ovah theah by the way.”

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Logan Howlett
 Posted: May 18 2018, 10:23 PM
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Logan found himself eyein the kid warily, his chest risin an fallin in a slow but shallow heaviness like he was a little out o' breath. Wouldn't if he could actually remember? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? It all blurrin together...that hit close to home. Too close fer comfort. Logan's body bristled before he could even stop it, a bit of a warnin growl soundin in his throat as Joseph pointed down to the apparent precise spot it happened those months ago. The snow had gone an melted away the blood. The grass grew there like not a damn thing had ever disturbed it, but Logan stared down at it like it was some decaying filth on an otherwise perfectly good looking lawn.

"Why does it matter, where it happened? Ain't a damn thing I can do t'change that it did, bub, but I really appreciate the reminescence anyway." Logan glowered at the kid, his words practically frothing like the snapping growls of a canine. This kid was what started it all. EVERY fuckin thing. Ira left and now everything was goin t'shit. Things were always spotty between Logan and Ira but he was within earshot. If Creed came snoopin around, Logan woulda had a better chance at figurin it out, but thanks t'this fuckin kid, everything went t'hell and there wasn' a god damn thing he could do about it because he was Carol's little brother. These days Logan wasn' even sure that mattered t'him anymore. Little fuck wanted t'come up here an play games, Logan was about t'be the next one in lock up an little Joey could be the next disturbance on the fuckin lawn fer all the old man cared.

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Joseph Danvers
 Posted: May 23 2018, 04:32 AM
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“It mattahs cause you friggen stabbed my sistah,” Joe muttered back, scowling at his own instinctive flinch from Logan’s wrath. Primal fight or flight reflex had beat bravado for an embarassing minute there. “..And you don’ even remembah, fuck it barely registahs.”

Logan’s hate was the black bitter thing, like something coughed up after a bullet goes deep into the things keeping you alive. There was the shadows on the horizon, a figure whose voice Joe’d heard in darkened recesses of another’s heart. Dread was so surprising an emotion from the Wolverine that it took Joe back more then the fury, leaving any guess at the reasoning impossible. Anger he understood, standard Logan fair. Fear though? It was the sensation of being strangled by a cord, flailing breathlessly toward those you cared for as they backed away into the dark.

“Just you won’ remembah the next time eithah,”
for the first time in their balcony spat, ash-colored eyes sought Logan’s. The look came as close to a warning as the boy could deliver in such a drastic mismatch of power. Yeah, Bristleface could make a free-range Boston Burgers out of him with a swipe. But the Truth though… the truth about this guy everybody else just hummed real loud about when it came up?

“Guess, that why yah like Carol huh.”
The words came out too fast for Joe could check them for sanity, his insides heated to hot magma by the brood contemplation of violence coiling within Logan.

“Finally found yoahself a girl that don’ die so easy.”


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Logan Howlett
 Posted: Jun 1 2018, 08:53 PM
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Logan drew in a shaking breath careful t'keep his eyes forward out toward the woods when Joey muttered in response like a brat that didn' get his way that it should matter because Logan'd 'freakin stabbed his sister.' As far as Logan remembered or was aware, he hadn't actually stabbed Carol...but then again...he'd remember bein blinded by a light, and clawin at it. He'd remembered feelin his claws run through flesh, the minglin scents o' blood. Logan couldn't really be sure. He'd been too far gone then. His hands fell t'rest over his knees, his fingertips grippin round em' while he convinced himself t'keep calm. It was getting difficult. There was a long precious moment o' silence where Logan thought he could continue t' coexist with Joey, where he didn' feel like draggin his own ass from the chair and hurlin Joey face first off the balcony.

It was Joey that broke the silence and Logan felt the boy lookin at him, eyes searchin fer his. Logan flickered his dark eyes toward Joey's. It was really...painfully difficult t'even try t'begin t'argue with that observation. He surmised aloud that the reason Logan liked Carol was because she didn' die as easy as other women. Maybe what he shoulda said was that he loved her because she pretty damn forcifully brought light back into his life. He loved her because she smelled like Magnolia and also like baked goods which managed to create some semblance of 'home' for him, a completely foreign concept otherwise. She made it difficult to mourn the past. She took what she knew about his past and she rewrote it. She tossed on a kimono and she did a fan dance. She was utterly distracting. Maybe none of that was suppsed to be enough. Maybe sayin that he 'loved her' hadn't been fair. Logan loved Carol at the absolute max capacity a beast with little humanity possibly could. For something like him that was impressive. For a woman like her that didn't even brush the surface o' good enough.

So here was her little brother, callin Logan out for bein exactly what he was. Not good enough. They both knew it, and they both knew why. If Logan truly loved someone it was best that he keep them far from him or he would be their death. It was only a matter of time. Logan folded his arms over his abdomen, his sorrowful gaze movin away from the boy and back out in to the welcomin embrace o' the woods below. Logan just waited for the point. The kid still had words in there, so Logan sighed a slow release o' breath visible in his shoulders.

---Joseph Danvers


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