14051/And So We Meet Again

And So We Meet Again
Date of Scene:	03 January 2022
Location:	Centennial Park, Southside, New Troy
Synopsis:	A happenstance meeting.
Cast of Characters:	Sarah Connor, Wolverine

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Sarah Connor has posed:
A few days past New Year's, Sarah decided the hub bub had run down, and people were back to their old ways, which meant people like her could once again use the hiking trails, and their athletic stations again. Which for Sarah didn't meant a huge difference - she usually used the trails after dark, but there were always one or two "gung hu" people who were out there any time of day.

It was cold. Very cold. A second thing in her favour.

She just ran a cycle, and began doing situps on the parallel bars, with her hands and forearms across her chest.

Wolverine has posed:
The thing about having a healing factor is that once you've already reached your peak, you don't have to necessarily maintain it. Broken down cells are immediately restored to maximum efficiency. So Logan almost never has to workout, unless he wants to do some stress relief. If onl ythe same were true about his training regimens.

*Whistles*.

Those are killer. So, Logan is walking through the park today, without the cowboy hat, but he is wearing darker-colored clothing and his hair seems to be on the shorter side, his beard recently trimmed into a more 'mutton-chopped' look that he's known to rock.

Somehow.

But he notices Sarah and seems to cross his arms. "Twice in one week I find you."

Sarah Connor has posed:
He should be lucky that she didn't pull out a gun! Humans really would be safe, but Terminators? Mind you, she still didn't know where to put him. Mutant for certain, but other than that? No clue.

Still, she continues her sit ups.

At the time of night the odds were against them meeting up just by chance, come to think of it. Either they were unusually unlucky and hadn't been on the trails at the same time (something Sarah has tried to do, work out on the trails late at night); or he was full of it.

"Fifty-five.. That's funny, I was just going to say, you would have a nicer time in the diner, where it is warm, than out here in the wilds of winter.. Fifty-six.. Should I know what to call you in case you follow me a second time?"

Wolverine has posed:
Guns....

Whats with people and their guns? Logan's been shot enough times to cripple an army and every time he's managed to recover to top top shape pretty much immediately.

Bullets are breakfast.

"Yeah, well, I like the cold. Reminds me of home in that way." He chuckles a little bit. "Nanes logan."

Sarah Connor has posed:
What Sarah doesn't know about Logan and guns.. is probably better that she doesn't know! He's definitely more akin to a terminator than she would be comfortable with, even with knowing Cameron!

"Logan, huh? So, where are you from, that you like the cold? Canada?" She laughs at her joke, after all, there were still people in America who think that Canada was this snowy, winter wonderland twelve months of the year. "Me? I've spent the past years over the southern border - without snow I might add."

"You can call me Sarah."

Seventy six.. seventy seven..

Wolverine has posed:
True!

Honestly, Logan has all the signs of what might be a terminator. If she knew about the metallic skeleton. Though, curiously, even if she knew the claws and hte healing factor and that he was flesh and blood, Logan's the kind of person who could be assumed to be a terminator. But no, he's just a pissed off Canadian.

"Yeah, actually." Logan might bring her joke down flat with that simple statement, though he nods. "Nice to meet ya, darlin'." Logan replies to her. "Spent some time in the south. Alabama, actually. Had to deal with some shit down ther,e but since then, been here." He notices the number of crunches she's currently on.

"I can tell you're havin' fun."

Sarah Connor has posed:
"Huh." Sarah stared at him from her upside down position. "You're kidding me?"

She cranked off a few more situps. "That isn't the down south I meant. Over the border." Way down over the border. "I presume Alabama still is pretty much the same as the United States."

Eighty seven.. eighty eight..

"Let me guess.." And she stopped, upside down of course, to really look at him. "You don't take no as an answer, do you? And.. " For some reason she couldn't get away from the scene in her mind, helping someone. But in a not good way. "You're not welcome there anymore, are you?"

Ninety three.. ninety four..

Wolverine has posed:
"Nope."

Logan's words are blunt and to the point. "Heh. So you mean mexico. Maybe al ittle bit o' Central America tossed in there. Can see it your eyes that you got history." Logan tells her, even as she starts to approach 100. Though, her question doesn't seem to get an outright refusal. "Somethin' about doin' shady shit for your country makes you not so welcome."

Makes sense.

"Nah. 'No' is just a 'yes' waitin' to happen in my line of work. Just gotta have the right leverage."

Sarah Connor has posed:
Sarah grunts. Sorta of a laughter crossed with a 'what can you do about it' kinda noise.

"Sounds about right then. You make your own rules, don't you?" She finished off her 100, and freed herself with a jump. Her hands are wiped along her pants, and she stretches. First one way, then the other, over her head, and side to side. "Yeah, that's about right."

Brazil. South America. Central America.. she's been through them all.

"Doing shady shit?" If only he knew. "You might say that." Except it wasn't that government per se. And the FBI were looking for her. "Let's just say I don't get along with governmental types. They have lousy suits."

Wolverine has posed:
Logan tilts his head. "You gonna be investigatin' me this entire time?" Logan questions her with no small amount of irritation to his voice. "For the record, I do. Last thing I need is people trying to tell me what I already know. So, what -do- you know?" Logan asks the question pointedly. Even as she stretches.

"They do have lousy suits. Bad tailor. Should know, used to be one once upon a time." Logan has been roughly every profession once. It's scary. But when you're alive for more than 200 years, and a good portion of that is you on the run so bad government types don't take your healing factor?

Yeah. Kinda nuts.

"Birds of a feather."