— the fog — [He's not sure how he got here, but he doesn't intend to stay. Searching for a road out of here he wandered, coming to the tree line of the forest. At first he was about to crash on through it, careless and head strong, but then the fog started to roll in...]
[It wasn't normal fog. This didn't smell right, and every smell he had before hand was drowned in the thickness of the fog. It swirled around his ankles and up his legs, threatening to engulf him.]
[As he backed up and away, turning to go back towards a building he passed, he enveloped him, throwing him into a white cloudiness that was impossible to see through.]
[He growled, continuing towards where he thought the building had been, unable to see it in this fog. He kept his ears open for any signs of life or beings out in this too, but for the most part, he walked until... smack. His fist hit a brick building.]
There we go...
— past deeds — [There are buildings here, some he's passed, some he's gone through, but this building seems more important. It's something he want's to check out and look into.]
[Boots heavy on the hard wood floors, they creak as he walks, leaving boot tracks in the dust. It seemed as if someone else had been here as well, by the foot prints. Good. That meant there were others here.]
[He wandered the offices a bit, riffling through things to find hints to... to... what ever was going on, but in the end he found himself faced with the bulletin board.]
[He wanted to remove that paper. The one with the symbol, because to him it felt... he felt something about it. But he wasn't sure he had ever seen it before. And the words. Why did this happen? He could tell it was blood, though not what kind.]
Why did this happen? [he repeated out loud, frowning at it and taking a step back. He'd leave it for now. It felt... important to leave it.]
Logan Howlett - X-Men Movies
[He's not sure how he got here, but he doesn't intend to stay. Searching for a road out of here he wandered, coming to the tree line of the forest. At first he was about to crash on through it, careless and head strong, but then the fog started to roll in...]
[It wasn't normal fog. This didn't smell right, and every smell he had before hand was drowned in the thickness of the fog. It swirled around his ankles and up his legs, threatening to engulf him.]
[As he backed up and away, turning to go back towards a building he passed, he enveloped him, throwing him into a white cloudiness that was impossible to see through.]
[He growled, continuing towards where he thought the building had been, unable to see it in this fog. He kept his ears open for any signs of life or beings out in this too, but for the most part, he walked until... smack. His fist hit a brick building.]
There we go...
— past deeds —
[There are buildings here, some he's passed, some he's gone through, but this building seems more important. It's something he want's to check out and look into.]
[Boots heavy on the hard wood floors, they creak as he walks, leaving boot tracks in the dust. It seemed as if someone else had been here as well, by the foot prints. Good. That meant there were others here.]
[He wandered the offices a bit, riffling through things to find hints to... to... what ever was going on, but in the end he found himself faced with the bulletin board.]
[He wanted to remove that paper. The one with the symbol, because to him it felt... he felt something about it. But he wasn't sure he had ever seen it before. And the words. Why did this happen? He could tell it was blood, though not what kind.]
Why did this happen? [he repeated out loud, frowning at it and taking a step back. He'd leave it for now. It felt... important to leave it.]