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tushanshu_logs2013-01-10 01:14 pm
idkmybffcyclops) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-01-10 01:14 pm
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Characters: Logan and You
Date: Today
Location: Keeliai
Situation: Logan's on his job, delivering fruit. Unfortunately, his address list isn't entirely correct. So he may come knocking on your door.
Warnings/Rating: This is Logan. PG?
Logan hated his day job. Probably more than he hated living on the back of this stupid turtle. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he had had the opportunity to settle things with Victor before being brought here. At least then it wouldn't be hanging over his head like a raincloud. But there it was and it didn't make for a happy Logan. Not much does, but that's beside the point.
It was his turn today to do deliveries for the fruit vendor he worked for. His boss said he needed a break from the stand. Apparently "buy something or leave" wasn't working as a sales pitch. So Logan's been knocking on doors all morning and leaving the fruit outside when no one would answer. One rude old lady and three not-at-homes later, he's on next delivery. A cigar is perched between his lips and a small basket of carefully arranged fruit is tucked under his arm.
Knock, knock.
"Got a delivery."
Date: Today
Location: Keeliai
Situation: Logan's on his job, delivering fruit. Unfortunately, his address list isn't entirely correct. So he may come knocking on your door.
Warnings/Rating: This is Logan. PG?
Logan hated his day job. Probably more than he hated living on the back of this stupid turtle. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if he had had the opportunity to settle things with Victor before being brought here. At least then it wouldn't be hanging over his head like a raincloud. But there it was and it didn't make for a happy Logan. Not much does, but that's beside the point.
It was his turn today to do deliveries for the fruit vendor he worked for. His boss said he needed a break from the stand. Apparently "buy something or leave" wasn't working as a sales pitch. So Logan's been knocking on doors all morning and leaving the fruit outside when no one would answer. One rude old lady and three not-at-homes later, he's on next delivery. A cigar is perched between his lips and a small basket of carefully arranged fruit is tucked under his arm.
Knock, knock.
"Got a delivery."