Frankly, he doesn't give a shit what sort of building he's walked into or about whatever paranormal activity is going on inside it. He's there to find some kind of running water and any time of linen that he can bandage his bleeding knuckles with because his body isn't working like it used to; to the point that the mutant knows that it getting worse was not a matter of if or when. He was dying and it couldn't be reversed. But right now, his pain and his coping strategies are no one else's problem but his own.
Logan pulls the door open to Benedict Books and stops just inside to look around - to listen. The last thing he wants is to explain anything to anyone, least of all a person who thinks this place is something straight out of a horror movie. If that's what they thought, he'd love to show them a movie of his life.
For anyone that comes in after him, they will no doubt hear the sound of drawers opening and closing coming from the office in the back, followed by a string of several cusses and then the angry growl of an old man who just needs a damn drink, for crying out loud.
The End Approaches
"He's coming," The words are repeated in a brusque laugh before Logan starts glancing over the other messages on the board in his pharmacy bought reading glasses with the white price sticker still attached to the arm. "Uh-huh. Sure. Watch out for the Boogeyman. Got it."
Really, he's not exactly sure why he's even reading any of it. There didn't appear to be any familiar names and most of it was Good Neighbour bullshit that he had absolutely no plan to take part in. For whatever reason he was there, it was not where he was and whether that was good or bad (he long since gave up on anything good happening to him) he was in Mathias.
Logan Howlett | X-Men; Logan (2017)
Frankly, he doesn't give a shit what sort of building he's walked into or about whatever paranormal activity is going on inside it. He's there to find some kind of running water and any time of linen that he can bandage his bleeding knuckles with because his body isn't working like it used to; to the point that the mutant knows that it getting worse was not a matter of if or when. He was dying and it couldn't be reversed. But right now, his pain and his coping strategies are no one else's problem but his own.
Logan pulls the door open to Benedict Books and stops just inside to look around - to listen. The last thing he wants is to explain anything to anyone, least of all a person who thinks this place is something straight out of a horror movie. If that's what they thought, he'd love to show them a movie of his life.
For anyone that comes in after him, they will no doubt hear the sound of drawers opening and closing coming from the office in the back, followed by a string of several cusses and then the angry growl of an old man who just needs a damn drink, for crying out loud.
The End Approaches
"He's coming," The words are repeated in a brusque laugh before Logan starts glancing over the other messages on the board in his pharmacy bought reading glasses with the white price sticker still attached to the arm. "Uh-huh. Sure. Watch out for the Boogeyman. Got it."
Really, he's not exactly sure why he's even reading any of it. There didn't appear to be any familiar names and most of it was Good Neighbour bullshit that he had absolutely no plan to take part in. For whatever reason he was there, it was not where he was and whether that was good or bad (he long since gave up on anything good happening to him) he was in Mathias.
With a bunch of crackpots, it seems. Wonderful.