Post by Wolverine on Feb 28, 2013 16:22:56 GMT -4
Logan pulled up on his Harley Davidson motorcycle in front of mansion garage with a cigar hanging from his mouth. Although he had only been gone a week it needed some work done but it would have to wait until later. Logan sat there for a moment to clear his mind and mentally prepare for whatever situation awaited him here at the Xavier Institute before dismounting the motorcycle. He stepped a few feet away from the motorcycle only halfway through the cigar trying to savor the moment before he is suddenly interrupted and force to extinguish the cigar. He would rather lay it down and let it burn out on its own and save the cigar for later though. Either way it doesn’t matter since the cigar losses its favor and never taste the same way again.
Finished with the cigar he grabbed his travel bag and swung the gear over his shoulder then slowly walked over to the doorway that lead inside the mansion. He walked down the hallway towards the foyer to make sure the students had left the mansion in one piece. Taking a moment to observe the surroundings and listen to interesting conversation and noises. So far, everything appears to be fine. He dropped the bag on the floor in the corner to be picked up later, collected the scattered pile of mail lying around on a table in the entryway then headed down the hall towards the kitchen. Skipping breakfast and lunch he had a mean case of the hungries.
Entering the kitchen and finding no one sitting at the kitchen table or the stools at the counter was usually the warning signs that they were out of food as the mail fell from his hands barely making it to the table. Logan moved as quickly as he could, swinging the door to the fridge wide open, the wind blowing a few letters off the table and onto the floor. Not in the least bit concerned or interested, Logan continues scouring the fridge for something to eat and while finding a nice cold beer.
A cold beer never looked so good. Logan muttered as he grabbed the beer and the plate of food, while using his boot to push the mail out of the way so he could reach the table. Bending down to pick up the mail he notices an envelope that is address to Charles Xavier as he moves over to pull out a chair and sit down at the table. His nostrils twitched, sniffing the envelope a few times curiously, trying to short out the different scents before popping one of his claws to use as a letter opener. Pulling the paper out the envelope, he opened the letter. His eyes traveled down the page, line after line of the letter, his eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of things.
Finished with the cigar he grabbed his travel bag and swung the gear over his shoulder then slowly walked over to the doorway that lead inside the mansion. He walked down the hallway towards the foyer to make sure the students had left the mansion in one piece. Taking a moment to observe the surroundings and listen to interesting conversation and noises. So far, everything appears to be fine. He dropped the bag on the floor in the corner to be picked up later, collected the scattered pile of mail lying around on a table in the entryway then headed down the hall towards the kitchen. Skipping breakfast and lunch he had a mean case of the hungries.
Entering the kitchen and finding no one sitting at the kitchen table or the stools at the counter was usually the warning signs that they were out of food as the mail fell from his hands barely making it to the table. Logan moved as quickly as he could, swinging the door to the fridge wide open, the wind blowing a few letters off the table and onto the floor. Not in the least bit concerned or interested, Logan continues scouring the fridge for something to eat and while finding a nice cold beer.
A cold beer never looked so good. Logan muttered as he grabbed the beer and the plate of food, while using his boot to push the mail out of the way so he could reach the table. Bending down to pick up the mail he notices an envelope that is address to Charles Xavier as he moves over to pull out a chair and sit down at the table. His nostrils twitched, sniffing the envelope a few times curiously, trying to short out the different scents before popping one of his claws to use as a letter opener. Pulling the paper out the envelope, he opened the letter. His eyes traveled down the page, line after line of the letter, his eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of things.