<strong>Character Name:</strong>Logan (Wolverine)<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>(16:00 / 4:00 PM), 28th of June 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstage New York, roof and window to Logan's room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Wolverine uniform<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Open, Ororo (mentioned)<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/1058843-best_superhero_costumes_in_the_world_wolverine_xme_zpsfp57vfaz.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/1058843-best_superhero_costumes_in_the_world_wolverine_xme_zpsfp57vfaz.jpg.html)</div></div></div><br/>Logan jumped, climbed and got onto the roof.<br/>Opening the window to his room, he slid in.<br/>He'd been out for days.<br/>He would be out for days.<br/>He had no desire currently to babysit the whelps, new and old.<br/>Let Ororo play Mother Hen. She was good at that. Calm, patient and wise.<br/>He... he just felt like ripping something apart... break things.<br/>It was as if the beast within had sensed opportunity... weakness. It was as if it<em>'knew'</em>Charles was gone.<br/>Slipping out of his costume for a moment, he moved to the bathroom and splashed water over him.<br/>He was covered in gore... mud...<br/>He snarled at the mirror. The snarl becoming a wicked smile.<br/>He'd scare them if they saw him like this.<br/><br/>Stripping, the hairy Canadian stepped into the shower.<br/>Short, muscular, scruffy and rugged in appearance, Logan was in no way the vanilla definition of handsome.<br/>But there was a vibe there that a real woman seemed to appreciate..<br/>As the warm water rushed over his body, his long black hair slid back.<br/>He moved his fingers through his manes and finally surfaced from the shower dripping wet.<br/>Reaching for the towel, he tied it around his waist, hiding his privates from sight.<br/>Best to keep at least somewhat 'presentable'.<br/>That and he had to admit...<br/><br/><strong>"Could use a coffee. A strong coffee."</strong><br/>He sniffed the air. He could smell coffee.<br/>And he got a craving for it.<br/>No harm in a coffee or two... three... before heading off again.<br/>After all, life had taught him... joy lay in the simple pleasures.<br/>Taking a new spare uniform, he looked at the mask.<br/>The Wolverine was roaring.<br/>He shouldn't linger too long in the school. Just to play it safe.<br/><br/><br/>