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Post by Logan Rockrose on Dec 17, 2013 19:20:51 GMT
Logan snapped the lid of the laptop shut and rested his elbows against the desk, drumming his fingers against his chin. All around him lay discarded sheets of paper, scribbled notes splattered with ink, his little black notebook held in place under the weight of his e-reader. And all it had amounted to so far had been a few paragraphs in electronic format. Fair enough, he was trying to consolidate the information as much as possible, but at the end of the day he only had so much to work with. After all, Logan's only case study for the time being was himself.
With a disgruntled sigh, he set about tidying the mess away. He made to toss the crumpled papers in the basket, and hesitated. No, that wouldn't do. Logan wasn't paranoid by nature, but if there was one thing his misadventure in Kyoto had taught him, it was caution. Who the fuck knew who or what might go raking in the bins? He had a small blowtorch lighter, somewhere. It shouldn't take that long to locate it - his little dorm, as messy as it was, only consisted of two rooms if you didn't count the bathroom. Yes, it was safest to burn the notes.
Logan caught a sideways glance of himself in the reflective screen of his e-reader when he picked it up. He hesitated for a moment. It was daylight outside, so the reflection had colour, and his eyes looked fat and red. Soon enough it was going to be time to feed again. He could feel it already, the gnawing feeling spreading out from his stomach to his every extremity, the aching in his teeth to scrape blood from a neck. It was going to have to be tonight, he knew. No two ways about it. He daren't put it off much longer, for fear of what he might do.
Suddenly he became conscious of something else - a scent. Ever since his siring his senses of smell and hearing had been ramped up by several factors, and his nose was currently telling him someone was in the hallway outside his dorm. Someone he knew. It was a crisp, sharp scent, like fresh snow on a cold morning. Logan's mouth tightened. They were at the door, pausing just before the threshold. There was no mistaking the intent. He was being looked for.
Snapping a pair of sunglasses over his eyes out of habit - he didn't have his fake contacts in - Logan got up and made his way to the door, pulling on a hoodie on his way. He'd been working without a top on because of the summer heat. He hesitated only for the briefest of moments before pulling open the door. "I was wonderin' when I'd next hear fra' one of you," he said, a little more gruffly than he'd intended. "How's the ribs?"
