<div class="floatleft">(http://i51.tinypic.com/1el1v.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias:  </strong>Logan / Wolverine<br/><strong>Origin: </strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Student Athletic Fields<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/>Meanwhile...over at the Student Athletic Fields<hr/><br/>Logan was starting to question the story from the Hulk and he was ready to ask more details from next time he caught sight of the big lug. Things didn't seem to add up in his head but when he tried to think, it did not fall into place. His room had been decorated to his taste but he was not the type to really enjoy classes all to much. Logan had only attended a few classes, most of them ending with "shop" accept for History which he found an academic thirst for. It helped that the teacher was a smoking red head but that was besides the point!<br/><br/>He was loitering out by the Student Athletic fields,on the benches, staring out at the grass when the cheer leader try outs began. Logan had not caught the attention of the coach yet but he did from a few of the girls. Apparently ignoring them only made them want his attention all the more and if they wanted to bend over and show off what they had to him while he enjoyed a smoke he was not about to question them. Logan was not exactly dressed to fit in or the most up to date fashion. Heavy working boots, a pair of jeans, a tight white t-shirt and a large flannel short sleeve shirt made up the attire but he was comfortable and that was all that mattered even if he looked like a stereotypical lumberjack.<br/><br/>The smoke left his nostrils, the craving he felt for the damn cancer sticks was hardly noticed until he was told not to smoke in auto shop. It made sense, who in their right mind would smoke around oil and ga?  In wood shop he found the scent of fresh wood suppress the urge to smoke. Certain things made him feel comfortable and others made him feel trapped, like most of his classes. One thing was certain, he needed a drink or something to eat. Glancing around he wondered when Lunch time would start, he felt he could eat a horse by himself.