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Echolls Residence - Tuesday Evening - NFB
Dec. 13th, 2005 09:57 pmLogan lounged on the couch watching a rerun of "The Amazing Adventures of Bitterwoman".
Sunday Afternoon - Echolls Residence
Dec. 4th, 2005 08:51 amLogan returned from Wonka's Candy Shop just as the Christmas tree was delivered. Logan directed them to set it up in the living room.
He flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV to watch Scrooged while waiting for the decorations to be delivered.
[Open to house residents and friends. The professional decorators aren't going to show, so we'll have to improvise. And there's candy!]
He flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV to watch Scrooged while waiting for the decorations to be delivered.
[Open to house residents and friends. The professional decorators aren't going to show, so we'll have to improvise. And there's candy!]
[ooc: Locked to the players already in this. It's been preplayed. OOC commentary welcome, though.]
Read this part first.
( Warning: Graphic violence. )
Read this part first.
( Warning: Graphic violence. )
Echolls Residence - Late Sunday Evening
Nov. 13th, 2005 08:49 pmLogan drove in from the mainland just before curfew, a new vehicle in tow behind his XTerra.
Between classes
Oct. 21st, 2005 12:31 pmLogan catches Rory between classes. "Hey," he says, cheerfully. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
TO: Dick Casablancas <ride.this.dick@neptunemail.com>
FROM: Logan Echolls <psycho.jackass@gmail.com>
How's it going? Fandom's pretty cool.
Nothing's happening here. How's Neptune?
Logan
Email to Dick Casablancas, 10/9/05
Oct. 9th, 2005 09:09 amTO: Dick Casablancas <ride.this.dick@neptunemail.com>
FROM: Logan Echolls <psycho.jackass@gmail.com>
Dude! What's up? How's Neptune? We had Homecoming the other night. I made reservations for dinner in town, but the place turned out to be totally creepy. We hit the dance for a bit and stopped by the inevitable after-party.
Oh, yeah, I'm dating that chick I mentioned in my last e-mail. She's hot. She finally connected the dots on me & my dad yesterday, but she didn't freak out too much, so that's cool.
I'm planning a poker night for some of the guys here. And remember I told you this place was weird? One of the guys is a 240-year-old vampire. For reals. He's cool, though.
One day I will have to tell you about the zombies.
Kisses to the fam. (Except your stepmom. Bitch.)
Logan
Homecoming Day
Oct. 7th, 2005 02:00 pmLogan wakes up late, and Rory's already left. The place is still messy from the event last night, but he's got someone coming to clean it later, so he doesn't spare a second look.
On the way out the door, he nearly trips over a crate sitting on the doorstep. He swears at the crate and the idiot who left it there - until he actually opens it up.
After dragging the crate back to his room, (and filling his flask from one of the bottles) he leaves for school and the Homecoming Fair with a huge grin on his face. Definitely a good way to start a morning.
On the way out the door, he nearly trips over a crate sitting on the doorstep. He swears at the crate and the idiot who left it there - until he actually opens it up.
After dragging the crate back to his room, (and filling his flask from one of the bottles) he leaves for school and the Homecoming Fair with a huge grin on his face. Definitely a good way to start a morning.
Lilly Kane is a cold-hearted bitch.
Sep. 29th, 2005 11:48 pmLogan's Xterra screeches into the driveway at the Echolls residence. Anyone wishing to track Mr. Echolls from his car to his bed would need only follow the trail of slamming doors and stomping feet.
"Bitch!" he yells, rummaging through his cupboard for the nearest available alcohol. Fortunately the Booze Fairy had shown up sometime between yesterday evening and this morning.
And last night with Rory had gone so well.
Logan finishes off one half-empty bottle of vodka and smashes it against the wall. "Bitch!" he yells again, and follows that with a high-volume stream of profanity. He throws the neck of the bottle across the room, where it knocks over the lamp. In the sudden darkness, Logan swears again, then stumbles over to his bed, fumbles in his nightstand and curls up with a bottle of whiskey for the night.
"Bitch!" he yells, rummaging through his cupboard for the nearest available alcohol. Fortunately the Booze Fairy had shown up sometime between yesterday evening and this morning.
And last night with Rory had gone so well.
Logan finishes off one half-empty bottle of vodka and smashes it against the wall. "Bitch!" he yells again, and follows that with a high-volume stream of profanity. He throws the neck of the bottle across the room, where it knocks over the lamp. In the sudden darkness, Logan swears again, then stumbles over to his bed, fumbles in his nightstand and curls up with a bottle of whiskey for the night.
Sunday Morning, in the clinic
Sep. 25th, 2005 11:55 amWhen Logan wakes up, he's lying on a bed in the clinic. His head is pounding. Wow, he thinks. that must've been a hell of a party last night. He sits up slowly, and notices Rory sleeping nearby.
Slowly, the memories from the weekend return to him. Dinner with Rory's folks, which ended in violence before the food could be served - fortunately, it was the zombie-attack sort of violence, so he's maybe still got a shot with Rory. Although blowing up her stepdad's diner probably didn't help. Logan grins a little at the memory of the explosion.
Then there was yesterday. Getting breakfast at the yearbook thingy. And then - Logan frowns.
He'd thought he was his dad. Logan fumbles for the flask in his back pocket, and takes a long swig. Then another. He's downed half the flask by the time he screws the cap back on.
He pulls himself to his feet, determined to make his way home and take a very long, very hot shower. Or possibly just boil his skin off.
Slowly, the memories from the weekend return to him. Dinner with Rory's folks, which ended in violence before the food could be served - fortunately, it was the zombie-attack sort of violence, so he's maybe still got a shot with Rory. Although blowing up her stepdad's diner probably didn't help. Logan grins a little at the memory of the explosion.
Then there was yesterday. Getting breakfast at the yearbook thingy. And then - Logan frowns.
He'd thought he was his dad. Logan fumbles for the flask in his back pocket, and takes a long swig. Then another. He's downed half the flask by the time he screws the cap back on.
He pulls himself to his feet, determined to make his way home and take a very long, very hot shower. Or possibly just boil his skin off.
Email to Dick Casablancas, 9/12/05
Sep. 12th, 2005 10:34 amTO: Dick Casablancas <ride.this.dick@neptunemail.com>
FROM: Logan Echolls <psycho.jackass@gmail.com>
Hey Dick,
I actually found a town stranger than Neptune, if you can believe it. Surfing's good, though there's something big living in the water. I'm thinking of getting a Kevlar wetsuit made. Also, have had to order new surfboard.
Got a nice little house here, and I've found a few roommates to fill it. One of the guys seems very handy around the house - he's building us a still. And there's a pirate living in the attic. (Don't worry, he's paying rent.) Told you - weird town.
Classes are good. I think. Skipped them on Friday to go surfing. Joined a new club today.
Had a party this weekend. Don't remember much of it myself, so I must've had fun. I even made a new friend. Yay me! Though she doesn't remember much either... just alcohol! I swear I didn't slip her anything. Shit. I hope she doesn't think... fuck.
Yeah. I should go. Later, dude.
Logan
Later
TO: Dick Casablancas <ride.this.dick@neptunemail.com>
FROM: Logan Echolls <psycho.jackass@gmail.com>
Not going to join that club after all. Think the head guy's a Young Republican.
Logan
