2107/The Eclipse Darkens A Mood
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| The Eclipse Darkens A Mood | |
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| Date of Scene: | 21 August 2017 |
| Location: | Uknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Wolverine, Jubilee
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- Wolverine has posed:
Logan is in a pensive mood in his garage. Well, he calls it is garage. It seems to be where he is always hiding out.
Logan's beer is cold, but lies on the cabinent un-drunk. His tools are scattered all over the garage around his motorcycle, un-touched. His cigar is almost burnt down to the nub, not smoked. His arms are crossed across his grease stained white t-shirt, and his cowboy hat is tilted over his eyes, hiding his thoughts.
Logan's frown is deep and incongruous, and he is quiet. For a change. There is a calm in the air, the calm before the storm. Perhaps it was the eclipse outside, or the feeling of something about to happen? Whatever it was, the day was almost over.
- Jubilee has posed:
A roar from nearby announces the presence of another Harley. It's possible Logan may recognize it, but it's been awhile since Jubilee has been around. In truth, it's been awhile since Jubilee was Jubilee. The engine roars to life, but seems to have an alternating sputter. Then, it's cut off again. A wrench flies across the room and half-embeds in a concrete wall. And an obscenity rings out, echoing hollowly throughout the garage area.
"Logan?" She had to have known he was there. He wasn't making a sound. Jubilee wanders in where he's looking all serious, and leans against the doorway. "So you're still alive, after all. Been in here a lot lately, haven't ya? What's goin' on, Handsome?"
- Wolverine has posed:
Logan looks up from under his cowboy hat, and peers at the new arrival with a suspicious expression. Looking down at his cigar, Logan frowns and shakes his head, picking it up to grab one last inhale before it was finished. Inhaling and then exhaling carefully.
Logan watches as the wrench embeds itself in the wall. Logan sighs. "Kid. Whattaya want? I'm busy." The smoke curls around his head as Logan takes the last of the cigar, and flicks it towards the ashtray, a perfect toss as it lands in the middle.
Now, it was the beers' turn as Logan grunts in response to Jubilee's comments. Picking up the beer, he takes a deep drink, and then puts the can back down. "A'course I'm still alive. I'm unkillable." His eyes flash in mischievious amusement, but his mouth retains the frown. "New bike? Where's tha' trainin' wheels?"
- Jubilee has posed:
"Hasn't had trainin' wheels in two years, Papa Bear," Jubilee quips with a shrug. "And you ain't busy, you're just starin' at a buncha tools, and makin' it all stinky in here."
Jubilee slips quietly on into the room, and walks around it, fingering his tools, sliding her fingertips over the smooth, cool metal. She's wearing a pink tanktop with black leather pants and boots, and her long hair is pulled up messily, with tendrils trailing down the back of her neck. Her brass goggles are seated atop her head. "I need a 36 millimeter socket, you happen to have one? My 36mm crescent...well, it had an accident."
- Wolverine has posed:
Logan grunts, finishes off his beer, and tosses it in the recycle bin that Hank makes him maintain. Stupid recycling.
Logan ignores Jubilee's barbs. "I see yer ridin' around on a real ride." Logan peers at the bike, and nods with another grunt. That was about all the acceptance she would get about that. It was as close to impressed as Logan got. "O' course ah got that wrench, kid..."
Logan sniffs. Frowns. Sniffs again. "Yer..different." SNIKT! HIs claws come out as he moves to grab Jubilee and raise his claws towards her neck. Not in a killing stroke, but in a suspicious, not believing his senses kind of stroke. "It's true then..." Logan growls.
- Jubilee has posed:
"Kill me, then, Logan." Jubilee doesn't flinch, but her eyes shift from their normal darkness to a stormy grey. "Might as well, I'm dead already. Everyone says so." Jubilee turns sorrowful, stormy eyes up to meet Logan's blues. "But I'll save you the interrogation. I went out with a guy. The only thing I remember about the whole night's his eyes. I woke up two days later, felt like I had the hangover from hell. Felt like I was dying. Kinda wish I had..."
- Wolverine has posed:
Logan's countenance is one of barely controlled fury as he regards Jubilee. His eyes are fire. His breath is ragged. His fangs are seen as his grimace is one of anger and rage. Hss left hand has her by her clothes and his right hand hovers, ready for the decapitating strike. What holds him back?
Logan's eyes meet hers. A thousand emotions cross between them. Anger. Rage. Sadness. Frustration. Even a little...fear? Helplessness?
Logan struggles for control, until finally his claws slowly sink back into his hand, and Logan releases her with a growl. He looks away from her, and says, with a soft, defeated voice, "No. I could never kill you, kid. 'Specially not you."
Turning his back to her, Logan moves to his bar fridge, takes out another beer, and opens it with a "Skkksssttt." Drinking it down with one gulp, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and crushes the can with a "CRRNNNKKKKT".
- Jubilee has posed:
Jubilee stands stock still, as he finally makes the decision not to kill her. She watches his actions without moving, for fear that it might invoke his feral nature to regain control. "Drinkin' isn't gonna help anything, Baby, especially not for you. I dunno, I've heard maybe there's somethin' to be done about it. I dunno. You never see 'em comin' back from it in the movies. Or the comics." A soul-deep sigh, and she continues. "Once in a while I go into Hell's Kitchen and take it out on some drug dealer, or worse...Rest of the time I just stay hungry." She fiddles idly with a screwdriver, spinning it on the table before her. "I can still chew gum, but strawberry doesn't taste like strawberry anymore." She's rambling, and she knows it. Some habits die hard.
- Wolverine has posed:
Logan's back was still to Jubilee. Now that was a lot of trust. Logan was haunched over his bench, his face clouded and hidden. His voice was soft and low, almost dangerous. "Drinkin' helps." His growl emphasized his bluntness.
Logan nods. He understands tha' killin' better than anyone. You have to do what you have to do. "Are ya' still..." his voice catches, just a touch, ...her? Jubilee? Are ya' still in there?"
Logan turns to face her, the concern etched on his face. "What are ya' gonna do then?" Logan's anger comes back in a flash, as his barely controlled rage nearly takes over. "Ah'll kill him. That scum that did this to ya'."
- Jubilee has posed:
Nodding quietly, Jubilee lifts her eyes back up to meet his gaze. "I killed him, Logan. I killed him first." Her eyes are serene, as she considers her answers. "I dunno what I'm gonna do, but I left the school, I don't teach anymore. I couldn't let one wrong move hurt a kid...." She swallows, at the thought. "I just brought my bike up last night to work on it." She takes a step closer to Logan and watches his eyes intently, the storm clearing from her own, and the remaining blue is pure, and very like his. "But I'm still me. Could I ever be anyone else? Same old Jubilee. Same old crush on the same old Logan. I just swallow the rest down." A faint smile does tug at the corner of her lips. "Except I'm faster, and stronger and I can incinerate a Volkswagon Beetle..." She always did like blowing things up.
- Wolverine has posed:
Logan nods, a subtle, almost non-existent nod. Those who were close to Logan, and knew him would recognize that as something showing he has come to a decision. "I see." Logan frowns. "Good." Logan regards the girl thoughtfully for a moment. No longer innocent.
"Ah guess that means I can't call ya "kid" anymore, huh?" Logan's eyes cloud over, a smoldering icy-blue. "Yeah. I hope so Jubes. I'd hate ta' haveta'..." Logan trails off. They both know what he means.
"You made tha' right decision, ki....Jubilee." Logan grimaces. "But, ya' shouldn't be here. Fer now." That was cold, but Logan's concern was for the School.
"Look, that came out wrong...maybe someone I know can help. Maybe Strange. Or Richards. Even Stark might know something." His thoughts turned to grasping at straws. "I'll look into it. I promise." Logan looks at her once more.
- Jubilee has posed:
"Promise me ya will, if it comes to it?" Jubilee looks to him pleadingly. "I promise to do everything in my power to keep you from having to make that call." She picks up the 36mm socket and begins to move back toward her bike. "We'll see. Maybe it can be..." She doesn't say it. Saying it makes it too real. "I'll be in there. Y'know, if ya need anything." She turns then, and goes back to working on (and probably cussing) her bike.