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Post by Logan Street on Mar 20, 2017 18:43:53 GMT -5
It's Time To Forget Logan was not in the best of moods to start with, so meeting up with Ezra had just pushed him over the edge. He did not need that kind of drama. Every part of his body was tense, and all he wanted to do was escape. It had been easy to lose her, which surprised him as normally she was the one that could find him anywhere and follow him anywhere. Perhaps she just really didn’t try, one thing was certain he didn’t wait around to find out. For the one person he thought actually knew him to automatically assume he had killed someone. Not just killed someone, but a friend. Fucking women. Fucking people. Fucking planet.
Of course, going into the middle of nowhere seemed like the right thing to do, to isolate away from people. Perhaps that was his go to, but he didn’t really care. Yet there was something else he wanted more so than isolation, and when he saw it his mind started thinking fast. As a nomad, he had very little he could part with. As a nomad, he had little of value and yet at least he was smarter than most. Although, as he walked up to the shakey table with some very non-clean person he was doubting just how smart he was.
Yet, emotions were a fuel unlike any others, and Logan just wanted to go and disappear. The guy. Oh god, was he missing all his teeth? He was talking rather in hushed voices, and Logan just grunted in response and threw down his solar panel charger, but the guy just kept motioning forward with his fingers as if to imply more. criminals he thought before placing two cigarettes behind his ears and then tossed down the pack. Thank fuck Riley had given him the pack, it was like gold around here. The guys eyes seemed to light up ever so slightly, before he turned to grab something from behind him.
That was when a males hand reached out to try and snag the cigarette from behind his ear. So quick. So smooth. But definitely not quick enough. Logan pivoted before the anger flooded into white knuckled fists. With one quick jab, knuckles connected with a jawbone that sent the guy stumbling off to the side. The pain in his fist didn’t subside as it had no chance, another guy swung at him, knocking him right back. There was something about getting to really punch someone when you were boiling over with anger that just seemed like such a relief.
The pain erupted in his head before he slammed his shoulder into the guys stomach and sent them both careening into a shabby table with little on it. Logan pummeled his fist against the guys face twice, hard enough that blood splattered and it was unknown whether it was from his fists, his own face, or the guys. Most likely the guys.
And then, as if it was completely normal, and without having said a word or looking up at the crowd forming, Logan stood up. Went back to where he had been and grabbed the bottle of moonshine he had traded for, spitting to the side as blood splattered against the dirt ground. Why would someone really honestly try to steal from the guy with a big ass gun? Were they idiots? At least he didn’t feel bad as they were large enough he didn’t need to hold his punches.
The male sauntered past the large group that seemed to try to help the cockroaches, covered in blood and bottle already being opened before he took a large swig and felt the burn seethe down to his stomach.
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Post by Riley Jones on Mar 20, 2017 19:34:25 GMT -5
| There was nothing that Riley hated more than going to the marketplace to trade with other colonists, but most of her things that she'd packed hadn't come in yet. The amount of people getting hurt never seemed to dwindle and the likelihood that she would run out of materials before her crates came in was very real. "Antiseptic and bandages." She murmured to herself as she walked from booth to booth, glancing over the things that were up for trade. Her nose wrinkled as she came to a booth where a grungy, dirty looking man sat. She stopped and looked over the items that he had for trade and as she did he grinned at her, showing off his lack of teeth. Before he could say anything she walked on because there was no way she was going to do any trading with him. Maybe she was judging a book by its cover, but she didn't think that he would be the type to be interested in actual items when it came to trade with a woman, and there was no way that she was going to let him touch her. Riley continued down the line of tables, stopping every now and again to glance over what the other colonists had for trade. When she finally stopped it was at a table owned by an old man. "Hello." She said kindly enonugh. "What can I do for ya?" The old man asked and Riley was glad that she'd left the other table behind even if the other man had a bottle of moonshine that she could have used. "Do you have any antiseptic? Rubbing alcohol? Anything like that?" The old man turned and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and put it on the table between them. "This good?" He asked. Riley pursed her lips as she looked at the bottle of Jack Daniels, wishing that she had a glass of ice and a can of coke to go with it. "That'll work." She said evenly, because she didn't want the old man to know how much she wanted that bottle of whiskey. Once people knew how much you wanted something they tended to ask astronomical prices. "What about gauze? Or any clean linens?" She watched as the old man turned again, surveying his stash of items. "How 'bout this?" He asked, dropping a set of white sheets on the table. Now came the hard part. "How much?" The old man sat there for a minute, index finger tapping his chin as he thought. "Well..." He started, but a comotion several tables distracted the both of them. "What the hell.." The man grumbled, while Riley rolled her eyes. It wasn't uncommon for fights to break out among people who thought they were getting ripped off, but she was usually the one that had to tend to the aftermath. Wait. Logan? Somehow she wasn't surprised that Logan would be one to fight with one of the shop owners. And she wasn't surprised that the shop owner he fought with was the toothless ogre that she had bypassed. While the old man was distracted Riley threw six cigarettes down onto the table, grabbed the whiskey and the sheets and walked away. The fight was already over and Logan was walking away, and she damn near continued on her way. Her conscience stopped her and she sighed before turning around and walking quickly toward Logan. "Hey!" She called out once she was close enough. She looked at his busted knuckles fought the urge to roll her eyes and call him an idiot. "You might want to do something about that." She nodded toward his hand. "You never know what kind of diseases vermin like that carry.""." |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 20, 2017 19:49:21 GMT -5
It's Time To Forget Logan pushed past some other guy, knocking shoulders with him slightly but barely glancing back as he tipped the bottle to his lips and took another swig. That was when he heard a familiar voice call out to him. Logan hesitated before he paused and glanced back towards the red head, his eyes scanning down along the curves of her frame without even a hint of trying to hide it, then turned and began walking again assuming she would catch up. The last place he wanted to be was in the marketplace, as far as he knew some Watchers were probably already on their way. Being a Nomad in the market was a big no-no, so dispersing would be the best thing.
She nodded towards his hands, and he glanced down and looked at it as if it was the first time he noticed that his hands were raw with blood. His pulse was still racing, and his breathing a tad uneven from the sudden exertion, but he felt quite a bit better. Although, in a little bit if he pounded back the moonshine fast enough he may want to go another round. “I’m fine.” His voice seemed to grumble low as he spoke, before he took his bottle and tipped it back into his voice. God, how long had it been since he felt that burn? Now, Logan was not an alcoholic back on Earth, not technically but still..It was sometimes necessary to not give a fuck.
That was pretty much what he wanted to do right then. There was a bit of a commotion, and his blue eyes flashed behind Riley to the scene that was starting to disperse, and two rather pissed off Watchers were pushing past towards them. Logan turned and began walking a bit faster. While he didn’t know what punishment actually existed in the Colonies, he just automatically assumed it was worse for Nomads, and he really didn’t want to get his face out there for all to know. Being able to sneak into the compound was definitely something he would need. Of course, it may help if he didn’t actually keep getting into fights there. But, whatever.
Did he actually need company right then? The thought crossed his mind briefly before he glanced back towards her. Adrenaline was coursing through him and he knew he just needed to go. Just leave. Quickly, and far.
“You comin’?”
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Post by Riley Jones on Mar 20, 2017 20:25:13 GMT -5
| She had seen Logan angry on one occasion and it had been her fault, but he seemed ... far more than just angry. The look he gave her when he turned around made her stop dead in her tracks and just stare at him. The smart thing to do would have been to turn and walk away, but instead she commented on his hand. At the very least he needed to pour some moonshine on it and kill whatever bacteria was crawling around on his skin. Infections weren't anything to play around with, even more so on a foreign planet that they didn't know shit about. "No you're not." Riley snored. If he were fine he wouldn't have gotten into a fight, wouldn't have beaten the shit out of the ugly ogre, and he wouldn't be drinking moonshine straight from the bottle it was in. But what did she care. Logan wasn't her friend or her responsibility. Another comotion behind her made Riley turn around. A frown pulled the corners of her mouth down when she saw the Watchers heading their way, though she wasn't at all surprised that they were getting involved. It was kind of their job to keep the peace, wasn't it? Logan had disturbed that peace and on top of that he was a nomad. There was clear prejudice against nomads even if some of the colonists were far worse when it came to stealing. At Logan's prompting she turned back toward him and quickly walked to his side. Her quick movement seemed to spur the Watchers into quicker action and she heard their footfalls as they ran up behind her and Logan. "Both of you stop!" The bigger of the two men shouted. Thinking that Logan wasn't going to listen, Riley grabbed his shirt and tugged on it to get him to stop, then she turned and faced the Watchers -- two whom she hadn't ever seen before. Probably new. "You can't just start a riot and walk away!" Riley's eyebrows raised at the Watcher. "I wouldn't call that a riot. Just a scuffle." She defended. "Besides, he deserved it.""And why is that?" The other Watcher demanded. "Well..." Riley's voice trailed and she feigned embarrassment. "You see... I wanted to trade for the moonshine that he had and ... he wouldn't trade with me unless I..." Her eyebrows raised and she donned a sheepish look that made one of the Watcher's blush and the other mouth drop a tad. "And my husband heard him... what he said he wanted from me in trade." At that point she took Logan's hand in her's. lacing their fingers together. She looked up at him, smiling softly, then looked back at the Watchers. "It won't happen again, I promise.""Well then ... see that it doesn't." The one watcher said. "We'll make sure he doesn't proposition anymore women. You two have a nice day. Stay out of trouble." The other said and the pair turned and headed back toward the market place. "Thank you! We will!" Riley called out, and once the two were out of earshot she dropped Logan's hand and started walking again. "." |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 20, 2017 20:42:55 GMT -5
It's Time To Forget Logan snorted his response when she said ‘no your not’, but didn’t comment as she joined him. Although, when the Watchers caught up and hollered at them to stop, his entire body tense. His grip on the bottle tightened until his knuckles turned white. Could he go again? That was the first thought that entered his mind as he felt a tug on his shirt from her which instantly caught his attention and he slowed. Either keep walking, or fight, was his instant reaction but he also knew the red head was probably not trying to coax him into beating the shit out of the ratfaced men.
His hard gaze stared at the men, jaw clenching until the muscle ticked into view and just when he was about to take a step forward Riley began speaking. Everything in him was wound tight until she grabbed his hand. Lacing her fingers into his diverted his attention enough that his eyes downcast to look towards their entwined hands. The pain of the simple motion showed that perhaps he was definitely not fine but he ignored it. The sweetness that seemed to pour from her lips caused him to almost choke back a laugh. If he wasn’t so stuck in his head he would probably have been amused. Okay, maybe he was still a little bit.
As soon as they turned away, Logan looked down at her, his brow raising questioningly. Well, that definitely saved him from getting his head bashed in or worse. ”I could have taken them.” He could have probably take them, after all most of the watchers were either really young or really full of themselves to the point mistakes were made..But they normally weren’t only in pairs. Tipping the bottle again, the dull ache in the pit of his stomach spread to warmth before he passed Riley his newly acquired moonshine.
Logan was not normally a hot head, but everything was swimming in his head and the only thing that made sense right then was releasing the energy with his fists. Or blackness. If he was lucky he would never see Ez again, although come to think of it it seemed he always ran into everyone more than he ever could have on Earth.
His eyes looked down at the girl who always seemed to come around when he was in the worst mindset, but never really let it bother her because she just didn’t care at all. With one last glance back to the retreating forms of the two Watchers, as if deciding, he turned away again. ”Come on wife.. “ Despite the roiling anger in his veins, there was a lilt of amusement in his tone, the warmth in his gut spreading to his body and causing his hardened muscles to finally relax a little bit, even if it was false. ”Let’s get out of here and get shit faced. You can kiss my booboos better”
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Post by Riley Jones on Mar 20, 2017 21:37:01 GMT -5
| "I could have taken them." He said and RIley snorted. She definitely didn't doubt that Logan could handle himself in a fight -- she'd fought with him once and had watched him beat up the ogre-man -- but it would have caused more trouble. "And then I would have had to fix their faces." She pointed out. "I have better things to do with my day than fix broken noses and clean cuts." She held up the bottle of whiskey in her hand as if to prove her point, though she hadn't planned on drinking it when she'd traded for it. Now, though ... she was thinking about drinking it. "You're welcome, by the way." She said pointedly. "Because now you're not going to be in trouble for beating up watchers." She wondered what the punishment for that was, then belatedly what they were going to do to the man that Logan had beat up. Whatever, it didn't really matter to her what they did to him. "Plus they think you're married to me, a colonist, which makes you a colonist. So now you can shop or trade or whatever without getting hassled."She grabbed the bottle of moonshine when Logan passed it to her, but hesitated because she didn't particularly care for the taste of it. The only reason she had even wanted it in the first place was because it would make a good antiseptic. There was the briefest thought of just taking it and running, but the last time she had taken something from Logan had resulted in a fight. Besides, she was pretty sure he was a lot faster and could chase her down in a heartbeat. She tilted her head back and took a swig then passed the bottle back to Logan. "Augh, that shit's nasty." It was not smooth, burned too much, and was almost bitter. Logan's voice interrupted RIley's thoughts about how horrible the moonshine was and she looked up at him, then grinned. Kiss his booboos better? "You wish you were that lucky." She scoffed, amused. "So tell me." She said as she fell into step beside Logan. "How does it feel to have a trophy wife?""." |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 20, 2017 21:59:41 GMT -5
It's Time To Forget One could not deny how absolutely horrible the moonshine was, but to be honest it was strong and that is all he really cared about in that moment. ”Only thing that’s better is nailpolish” Was his side remark as she commented on how nasty it was. Honestly, he half thought she’d take it a bit better than that but who was he to judge.
The whiskey she had would probably be good chase, and a small part of him thought about snagging it from her but then he remembered the first time they met. As much as he jonesed for a fight, he really didn’t favor ever hitting a woman, unless they were stupid enough to try to steal his shit and then hit him. Then they just asked for it. The thought of when she kicked him in the nether regions briefly had him concerned. Why the hell did he keep hanging out with her again?
A hum rumbled in his throat at the thought of trophy wife while he glanced side long at her. Riley as a wife. That was the most entertainingly hilarious thought he could have thought of at that moment. Almost as bad as Cassy. The thought of her doting on him, bringing him food. Suddenly he barked out a laugh, shaking his head before he reached and grabbed the drink from her hand.
“Not sure yet. I feel like to pass as a trophy wife you should wear less clothing. Maybe smile a bit more. Go on, start practicing.Oh! Maybe do that little twirl thing again, and add in a little dip too.” He waived his hand in a slow circle, the first sign of a grin against his lips, before taking another swig of course.
Then suddenly on the outskirts of the market place he leaned against a wide tree, blood crackled hand reaching up and bringing his cigarette from behind his ear to his mouth. They were already starting to stiffen up, and instantly he knew he’d regret his decision in the morning. But that was in the morning, so he could postpone thinking about it. Taking a long drag of his smoke, after having lit it with her lighter he’d retrieved from their last meeting.
She always seemed to not give a damn about anything, and it sparked curiosity in him. “Why you come following me Red? You see, I think” – He paused and took another swig over the drink before holding it out to her carelessly.”You pretend not to care but you all worried about my hands, and my beautiful nose. I think you actually think I am charming.” At that moment, the taste of blood came to his mouth again and he leaned over and spat to the ground.
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Post by Riley Jones on Mar 20, 2017 22:40:15 GMT -5
| "Smartass." Riley snorted in response to Logan's comment about wearing less clothes and smiling more. She supposed he was right, though. In her line of work she'd seen her fair share of scantily clad trophy wives, but they were usually married to rich old men or total assholes. She remembered being called out to one house because the old man had started having chest pains while he and his trophy wife were in the middle of certain extracurricular activities. "Fine, I'll humor you." She said, pausing to do a slow twirl when Logan motioned for her to. She even smiled, though it was very obviously forced. "The less clothing is going to have to wait until we get home husband."They reached the outskirts of the market place pretty quickly and RIley was ready to continue on home, but paused when Logan stopped to lean against a tree. She looked at him, one eyebrow raised. At first she thought that maybe something was wrong with him, she hadn't seen most of his fight with the other man, so she didn't know where he'd been hit or how hard. Maybe she should have insisted on him stopping so she could at least check him out and make sure he didn't have anything broken... Her eyes caught his hand again when he reached for the cigarette and though he tried not to show it she could see that it was bothering him. "You really should let me take care of that." She said, tone serious. This, of course, prompted him to question why she was following him -- which she wasn't, he had basically invited her along -- then say that he thought that she might really think he was charming. What?"As charming as a snake." Riley shot back before reaching out and snatching the moonshine away from him. But did she care? Maybe just a tiny little bit because Logan was a refreshing change of pace from the rest of the colonists that she had to deal with. He didn't whine and complain, he did what he had to do and handled his business. She could appreciate that. "Whatever. I'm a medic, it's my job. I broke your nose. I fixed it. Now I'm offering to clean your hand up out of the kindness fo my heart and you're giving me a hard time." She frowned. "But y'know what. I don't have to do it, do I? It's not my problem if you end up with gangrene and it festers and your hand falls off.""." |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 20, 2017 23:09:25 GMT -5
It's Time To Forget Part of him wanted to get far away. Another part of him really wanted to go back to the marketplace. Perhaps it was the fact he had been hanging around with Ezra all morning that had him pissed off, or maybe she brought out the side of him that loved the feeling of his fist to skins. He was still a little shocked that the Watchers believed Riley, as her sweetness dripped with fake irony. When she twirled for him, the amusement flashed for just a moment before he remembered how terrified she had been in the electrical storm. The bravado had instantly disappeared from her then, just before she had disappeared from the cave.
He pushed himself off the tree and began walking again. Eyes flashing back towards the marketplace. “Fix me up out of the goodness of your heart? I feel like that is something you have never done before. So. See. Charming. Just can’t help but want to take care of me because I am so likeable.”Getting his ass kicked constantly was just proof of that. Logan took a slow drag of his cigarette. He hadn’t smoked any that she had given him, not a single one until, ironically he was with her and had pawned the pack. Normally he wouldn’t share his alcohol, but technically in a way, it was half hers anyways. Plus drinking a lone and being depressed and angry just seemed pitiful, and Logan really didn’t like feeling pitiful. Best thing would be to distract himself from stuff and things.
Drinking back moonshine, mixed with adrenaline, and Logan was starting to get antsy. How smart was it of him to decide to walk into nothingness while getting drunk with a busted up hand? Even worse, his only clean shirt now also had blood on it. All the girls are going to think he was some freak or something, and that wouldn’t be fun. May he would have to walk around topless, that may work. ”Actually…Since you keep asking, you should really wrap and kiss my booboos because I do not want to have to save you from death again.” Because the thought, of being in the middle of no where, covered in blood when there were leechbirds that seemed to find blood from miles away. Maybe that wasn’t the smartest choice he had made recently.
Oh damn Logan you so smart.
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Post by Riley Jones on Mar 28, 2017 11:37:52 GMT -5
| "That just proves that you don't know me very well." Riley snorted indignantly. She'd helped plenty of people in the colonies without any compensation from them. There was the generator that cut his hand and needed stitches, the burn victims when the scorch had first started, the kid with the parasite in his hand -- all free of charge. She hadn't been particularly happy about it, but Logan didn't need to know that. It wasn't really any of his business, anyways. "But fine, if you need to convince yourself that you're charming then go ahead." As for being likeable .... he was actually correct. Surprisingly enough she did like him enough to tolerate him, which was saying a lot. But if he didn't want her to help him she wouldn't keep pushing. She had better things to do than follow him around trying to convince him that he needed to get cleaned up and bandage his hand. She had actually just turned to leave when he finally agreed to let her clean his hand up, but in typical Logan fashion he was a smartass about it. One day he was going to run his mouth and be a smartass to someone he wouldn't be able to fight off. His lieelt comment about saving her from death, though .... "KIss my ass --." She grumbled, realizing that she didn't even know his name. Whatever, it didn't matter anyway. "I already paid you back for that." What had the thought the cigarettes were, a goodbye present? But she had a feeling that he was just going to throw the whole saving her life thing in her face until she was able to return the favor. "Come on." She said, tilting her head in the direction of the colony. "If I'm going to patch you up I want to do it ... not in the middle of the woods." She started walking away, the linen sheets, whiskey, and moonshine all in her possession. "At least in a colony there's more people to watch for vespers.""." |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 28, 2017 16:11:42 GMT -5
It's Time To Forget Logan simply grunted in response to her quips, hesitating only a moment before following after her. The colony, she was right, would be perhaps the best place. It made him itchy heading that way though. Like a wild animal being tempted by a cage filled with poisonous food. The last thing he wanted was to be in a crowd of people, but at the same time perhaps ensuring his knuckles weren’t broken was a good idea. Preferably because it was his dominant hand and being able to have a stilled, calm aim was the only important thing to any marksman. When he had to shoot that tiger in the face before it ate the face off of the doc – before he left him stranded in the middle of no where – if he hadn’t had such good aim the poor chap would be kitty food. Which, he supposed, was not something Logan wanted.
The other itchy feeling was that Ezra was probably lurking around there. If he knew her, she would want to stay close to people enough to be able to manipulate and pocket souvenirs. The last thing he wanted was to see her. Murdered him her words echoed in his head as he followed Riley, the only thing bringing him to attention was the fact a boisterous group of men was walking their way. They were grungy, filth attracted to every inch of their being. With clothes ripped or a little too big, and voices a little to annoyingly loud, Logan’s face hardened. Especially when they noted a red haired girl holding not one, but two bottles of alcohol in her grips.
Persons were scared, shy creature that would never risk pain for a little bit of what wasn’t theirs. People though. People were twitchy, loud, gung-ho idiots. Especially men. Women in groups pleased Logan, as they were easily manipulated to gain favor to what he needed. Men. With all that testosterone and one upping. Well they just annoyed him. Especially with alcohol burning in his stomach, and the need for a good adrenaline kick. His blue eyes seemed to darken at the moment one of the larger men saw the moonshine in Riley’s hand just a moment before Logan reached out and grabbed it from her.
Then of course, the stupid comments started and instead of moving on they tried to corner the walking pair. Like idiots. Two men went to one side of them, while the other seemed to attempt to block their way. One had a blade he was spinning around in his hand as if it would impress her. Like an idiot. ”Hey now, why don’t you go on and take that there drink from ‘im and come party with us girl?” Logan watched Red, as two of them seemed to get a little too close to her and the other two seemed to inch their way towards Logan. White knuckled, the marksman studied her before he took a long swig from his drink silently, darkened gaze taking everything in with a stillness the idiots did not have – Then came another half classed comment of ‘and take that ass with you too’, just as the guy made reach to grab Red’s.
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Post by Riley Jones on Mar 28, 2017 17:21:12 GMT -5
| Logan Street | ### | Logan can save the day and boost his ego even more xD The one day she decided to leave Sam behind was the one day that she could have used him. Having a dog between her and anyone who had any ill intention often warded them off, especially when they got a flash of Sam's teeth and heard his growling. Of course the only guard dog she had with her now was Logan and he had a busted hand and was probably halfway drunk on moonshine. There was a little bit of hope that the group of grungy, dirty men would take one look at Logan and keep moving, but men were never that smart. She tried to push past them and keep walking, but the group blocked her way, forcing her to stop. "Move." She said, the tone of her voice suggesting that she was not a bit scared. Her white-knuckled grip on the bottle of whiskey would suggest otherwise, but she would never admit to it. A look of disgust crossed Riley's face when one of the men suggested taking the moonshine from Logan and going with them. She scoffed at them, which only agitated the group of men -- their egos were delicate things that were easily bruised. "Why exactly would I want to go anywhere with you?"They were getting too close, invading her personal space, and in an effort to preserve that she stepped back from them. This put her closer to Logan and his movement as he took a drink of moonshine made her look at him. "Do you always attract trouble everywhere you go?" She asked, because it had to be him. The vesper, the electrical storm, now this. He just had to be bad luck. Crass comments were nothing new, she'd heard them before from random men she passed by on the street and at work. Those men, however, had never actually had the balls to touch her. She heard the 'take that ass with you, too' comment, which was easily ignored ... until he actually grabbed her ass. She gasped, jerked herself away from the man and swung the bottle of whiskey at him. It struck the side of his head and exploded into a million tiny pieces and the man crumpled to the ground -- whether or not he was dead or simply unconscious wasn't of any concern to Riley. What was concerning was that she'd just wasted the whiskey and, essentially, the cigarettes she'd traded for it. The man that had been next to the other jumped toward her and grabbed her arm, jerking her toward him. She dropped her clean sheets on the ground as she stumbled toward him. "Let go!" Riley made to stab at the man holding her with the broken bottle neck that she had in her hand, but he caught it and wrenched her hand to make her drop it then pulled her close, his arms wrapping around hers to keep them pinned against her sides. He was saying something, but she was trying not to gag at the smell of his breath. Jesus Christ, had he not brushed his teeth ever? She had to get away, but it was hard to fight when someone had you pressed so tightly against them. Any day now, Logan. "." |
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Post by Logan Street on Mar 28, 2017 17:54:14 GMT -5
It's Time To Forget Logan capped his drink after another quick swig. Fuck, the woman must just attract trouble everywhere she went. How did she even go a day without him? First the Vesper, then the electrical storm, and now a crowd of hooligans that seemed more interested in..Were they trying to kidnap her? Fucking idiots. To be honest, he was a little disappointed in her when she took a step back and closer to Logan. After the way she beat the crap out of him he figured she could move a bit better but then again, perhaps she tried to avoid fist fights unless they were with charmingly beautiful men like him. These four were, most definitely, not fitting to that category.
Then she redeemed herself almost immediately when the whiskey bottle shattered against the guys head. He almost choked back on his moonshine as he tried to hold back the grimace at all that wasted Whiskey. His eyes glanced down to the man that was on the ground, his eyes just a little more glassy then they normally would be, looking almost sad for a moment. But not for the man on the ground, more so for the whiskey. What a waste. Now he wouldn’t even get to taste the amber liquid, and was stuck with his nailpolish remover of a drink. ”What a waste…”Was the only thing he said in a somber voice. As if the Whiskey was the most important thing in that moment.
But then the nasty, dirty piece of filth grabbed her. Grabbed her. And any clarity seemed to leave his mindset, perhaps a little boiled by the alcohol buzzing in his brain. Logan may be a jackass. He may run his mouth. Hell, he may even punch a woman. But this. The guy. The groping nastiness of nasty. That was most definitely not okay. First they made her waste alcohol, then he groped her like she was nothing. So Logan may have fucked up morals, but he still had them. His jaw clenched tight until he felt his teeth may break, and as the sight of Riley – defenseless- seemed to echo in his brain he snapped.
Now Logan was drunk. That could not be denied. But Logan drunk, is much different than a regular man being drunk. Well, his aim should be better. Or so Red should hope, not knowing him basically at all. His hand flew out and his blade sliced through the air before penetrating without delay directly into the shin of the gentleman holding onto Riley. Missing her completely (barely), the force of his throw caused it to embed and would give Riley a great distraction to take care of him. Logan knew she could. The man with the knife took a step forward just as Logan tossed his bottle of booze to the other man near him. They wanted it, so the dirty baffoon would definitely catch it. Logan would get it after, Obviously. And then, Logan was suddenly beating the absolute shit out of the man with the knifes face. Not even paying attention to whether the knife came anywhere near his body.
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Post by Riley Jones on Apr 23, 2017 21:23:41 GMT -5
| Logan Street | ### | Logan can save the day and boost his ego even more xD Riley swore that she could actually feel the knife brush against her leg when Logan threw it, but instead of slicing her it imbedded itself in the man's shin. He howled his pain, which made Riley cringe because of his rancid breath in her face. His grip on her loosened and she was able to pull away from him, but before she could get away completely grabbed her again. This time, however, his hands closed around her upper arms and he jerked her back toward him, growling that he wasn't going to let her go. Before she could collide with his chest she raised her hands up and braced herself. No sooner had she been pulled back to him she was shoving him back. At the same time she stomped on the protruding knife handle. The sharpened blade slid easily through flesh and muscle. The man howled again, this time his voice louder and more shrill. "Fucking dickwad." Riley spat. When he didn't let go of her right away her knee shot up, connecting with the man's most sensitive part -- much like she had done the first time she'd met Logan. Finally, he let go of her and fell to the ground, his hands clutching at his bruised bits. Riley jerked the knife from his sliced leg and turned to Logan, who was fighting one of the other men, while the other drank from the bottle of moonshine. If she were as well trained as Logan was she'd throw the knife and stick it in his hand, but she wasn't. She knew self defense and was decent when it came to boxing. But the man that Logan was fighting had a knife and Logan ... well, Logan had his fists. It certainly wasn't a fair fight and it didn't matter how good Logan thought he was at fighting. If the man hit a vital artery or stabbed him and hit and organ ... it was all over. And while she didn't exactly care whether Logan lived or died, she did owe him for helping her with the man who was now laying quietly on the ground. "Jesus fucking christ, he's going to get me killed." She grumbled to herself as she circled around so she could be behind the man with the knife, whose attention was focused solely on Logan. The other man was so preoccupied with guzzling down as much moonshine as he could that he wouldn't even notice her. And even if he did he'd be too drunk to say anything. She held the knife tightly in her hand as she tried to quickly decide what it was she wanted to do, because there was so many options. Stab and slice to anywhere in the back, sever the spinal chord and effectively end whatever life the man had left. Or she could go for his legs, which would make it difficult for him to chase after them, which meant that they could escape. Or maybe the shoulder, which would drastically hinder his ability to attack Logan... or anyone else for that matter. Riley waited for the man to be still enough (and for Logan to notice her and figure out what she was doing) and when the time was right she sank the knife up to the hilt in the man's shoulder then backed away. Naturally he spun toward her, but that gave Logan the opportunity to get the knife back and finish the job. "." |
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 23, 2017 21:44:09 GMT -5
It's Time To Forget The feeling of flesh being beaten beneath his fists was something he hadn’t felt in what felt like forever. Well not like this. Not with complete, and undiluted anger. Blinded in his anger for just a moment, as blood splattered from the guys nose and onto Logans face. He was drunk. He was angry. And he definitely did not see the knife that was about to end up inside his torso and probably not in a place the soldier could recover from quickly.
That was when he saw her legs, just her legs, standing behind their heads, unsure exactly what she was going to do before abruptly a howl of pain could be heard and his victim spun towards Riley. Images from his past flashed through his thoughts, the blood, the cry of the wounded, the helicopter blades, the scream of the murderous. It all echoed in his mind and he snapped forwards again, his hand whipping out and grabbing the blade and…Maybe if Logan hadn’t been drunk. Maybe if he hadn’t been so overwhelmingly angry. Maybe if he hadn’t let his mind get wrapped into nothing but anguish.
Maybe then he wouldn’t have sliced the throat of the man that was reaching towards Riley and simultaneously retrieving a hidden pistol. But he was drunk and angry and idiotic and..Well, killing someone was nothing new to Logan. Especially when it was kill or be killed. The man fell forwards and onto Logan, before the soldier shoved him off him. Covered in blood, majority of the guy who was now gurgling on the ground, he stood up.
Then he did what anyone would do in such a situation, he walked over to the man that was guzzling his booze and his gait was one of predatory silence. With purpose, and every muscle in his body taught and flexed. At that moment, it was easy to lose sight of the chauvinist who always seemed to smile and truly see the lethal hunter he had been trained to be. The man looked up, seemed to hesitate as his drunken eyes took in the image before him. Two on the ground unmoving, one obviously dead, and a man with a very big knife in his hand and a very big gun over his back.
Of course he mumbled something incoherent, dropped the bottle to the ground and booked it as fast as his nasty ass legs could take him.
And Logan watched him leave before slowly he bent down and picked up the moonshine before turning to look at Riley with dark eyes and a clenched jaw, scanning quickly down her frame to ensure she was not injured at all before he wiped off the top of the bottle and took a long swig.
TAG: Riley Jones | WORDS:Yes| NOTES: i stole your idea oh what MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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