Post by Logan on Dec 6, 2013 3:07:02 GMT -5
A cigeratte blew from his lips. Who cared. With this families history he'd be dead by mid fifties anyway. Smoking seemed like the least of his worries when you were up against all other odds. Logan was drunk. Plain fuckin' drunk. He drinked from his beer, puffed from his smoke, and even then... without a gym or weights to lift in the background - he was still hardened and brutal enough to put Oblivon and Jeff Purse away. Would he? Could HE?!
Logan: I can't do it.
His head fell and he went to sleep with the camera filmed on his promo. Snores blew from his nostrils. In the background, Joe Smith reached behind the 'sheets' and snapped his fingers next to Logan's ear effectively waking him up.
Logan: Eh. Who am I facing this week?
Smith stuck his head out from the curtains.
Joe: Oblivion and Purse.
Logan grunted.
Logan: If you want a ticket... let me know.. I'll give both of you boudles one.. Mppgh... porkchop.. Connector Cit...
He fell back asleep. Joe Smith reached forward into Logan's face, splashing some cold water onto it. He woke up long enough to look at the camera.
Logan: A bunch of trashcan breath coming this way. You boudles should really consider popping a tic-tac here or there...
He faded out, dozing off a little, Hank patted him on the cheek and woke him back up.
Logan: Huh? SHUT UP! Err.. who is it.. what's happening?
Joe: Oblivion and Purse.
The lungs of treachery let out a grunt. His eyes sad. You got the feeling he doesn't want to be here.
Logan: Where's Lilith? She'll know what to do.
Logan falls back to sleep. Joe Smith sighs and the camera fades.
Logan: I can't do it.
His head fell and he went to sleep with the camera filmed on his promo. Snores blew from his nostrils. In the background, Joe Smith reached behind the 'sheets' and snapped his fingers next to Logan's ear effectively waking him up.
Logan: Eh. Who am I facing this week?
Smith stuck his head out from the curtains.
Joe: Oblivion and Purse.
Logan grunted.
Logan: If you want a ticket... let me know.. I'll give both of you boudles one.. Mppgh... porkchop.. Connector Cit...
He fell back asleep. Joe Smith reached forward into Logan's face, splashing some cold water onto it. He woke up long enough to look at the camera.
Logan: A bunch of trashcan breath coming this way. You boudles should really consider popping a tic-tac here or there...
He faded out, dozing off a little, Hank patted him on the cheek and woke him back up.
Logan: Huh? SHUT UP! Err.. who is it.. what's happening?
Joe: Oblivion and Purse.
The lungs of treachery let out a grunt. His eyes sad. You got the feeling he doesn't want to be here.
Logan: Where's Lilith? She'll know what to do.
Logan falls back to sleep. Joe Smith sighs and the camera fades.
