Post by logan on Feb 10, 2009 16:57:08 GMT -5
Logan: It doesn't wash off..
Attired in only a black laced thong (picture that? yeah? got it? mmm), Logan lies on the floor of a tub, steaming hot water spraying down on him from the shower head above. Arms crossed and tucked at his sides, knees curled upwards to meet his elbows, a real hopeless sight of agony.
Logan: Get it off me! Stop!
The tragic events that transpired at Slam between Logan and a bottle of ketchup left him emotionally twisted, paranoid, brain fucked. Burning hot water that would usually send one skipping in place with pain has no effect on the near naked whale in a thong. No, his skin, obviously cleaned by now if not blistered still feels stained in ketchup, to him it is, anyway. For the actual contents of the ketchup washed away ninety degree showers ago.
Seth Lerch: Logan?!
Without knocking first the bathroom door is kicked in, Seth Lerch appearing in the door way with a well performed look of shock, the expression on Seth's face was easily noticed to be acted out, scripted, maybe he hoped to barge in on a naked man.
Logan: No ketchup. Stay away from meee...
The previous fake look of shock that was poorly performed by Seth turned to real surprised shock once the sight of Logan came into view. Rushing over to the scorching hot scene, Seth spins the showers nozzles cutting off the water. It stops running, the steam in the room escaping out the door that was previously kicked in. Logan lies trembling in the tub, shaking with goose bumps covering his skin, in no logical way should he actually be cold right now. No, it's only his mind playing tricks.
Seth Lerch: I leave you alone for ten minutes and your in here--
Quickly interrupted, Logan reaches his hand up clinging onto Seth's shirt.
Logan: Mustard will prevail.
A uncomfortable silence fills the steamy bathroom. Logan's hand grasping Seth's shirt, the crazed wide open look in his eyes that would make you think they were ready to explode from their sockets.
Seth Lerch: Uh, yeah.. heh.. you're right! Go mustard!
Feeling the only way to escape this awkward situation Seth played along, it gave Logan enough reason to release his grip on the shirt, nod his head, and carefully position himself in a comfortable manner back into the tub. Without wanting to add onto anything here, feeling he couldn't, things were too strange to carry on with this, just let it be. The scene fades with Seth back pedaling away from the tub.
Attired in only a black laced thong (picture that? yeah? got it? mmm), Logan lies on the floor of a tub, steaming hot water spraying down on him from the shower head above. Arms crossed and tucked at his sides, knees curled upwards to meet his elbows, a real hopeless sight of agony.
Logan: Get it off me! Stop!
The tragic events that transpired at Slam between Logan and a bottle of ketchup left him emotionally twisted, paranoid, brain fucked. Burning hot water that would usually send one skipping in place with pain has no effect on the near naked whale in a thong. No, his skin, obviously cleaned by now if not blistered still feels stained in ketchup, to him it is, anyway. For the actual contents of the ketchup washed away ninety degree showers ago.
Seth Lerch: Logan?!
Without knocking first the bathroom door is kicked in, Seth Lerch appearing in the door way with a well performed look of shock, the expression on Seth's face was easily noticed to be acted out, scripted, maybe he hoped to barge in on a naked man.
Logan: No ketchup. Stay away from meee...
The previous fake look of shock that was poorly performed by Seth turned to real surprised shock once the sight of Logan came into view. Rushing over to the scorching hot scene, Seth spins the showers nozzles cutting off the water. It stops running, the steam in the room escaping out the door that was previously kicked in. Logan lies trembling in the tub, shaking with goose bumps covering his skin, in no logical way should he actually be cold right now. No, it's only his mind playing tricks.
Seth Lerch: I leave you alone for ten minutes and your in here--
Quickly interrupted, Logan reaches his hand up clinging onto Seth's shirt.
Logan: Mustard will prevail.
A uncomfortable silence fills the steamy bathroom. Logan's hand grasping Seth's shirt, the crazed wide open look in his eyes that would make you think they were ready to explode from their sockets.
Seth Lerch: Uh, yeah.. heh.. you're right! Go mustard!
Feeling the only way to escape this awkward situation Seth played along, it gave Logan enough reason to release his grip on the shirt, nod his head, and carefully position himself in a comfortable manner back into the tub. Without wanting to add onto anything here, feeling he couldn't, things were too strange to carry on with this, just let it be. The scene fades with Seth back pedaling away from the tub.
