<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/15/eb/a5/15eba5528bdf2f0d6e44fc89f87d85df.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Logan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Westchester, New York, The Xavier Institute<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, Black undershirt, one sock<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>He had a cool eyebrow trick. The kids had never seen it, but it was meant to be a mix of mockery and asking someone if they were actually serious. He had naturally bushy eyebrows, and complemented by his sideburns and chilling eyes, it was quite the trick. He pulled his cigar from his mouth, blowing the fragrant smoke out and did it. It was aimed mainly at Eva, the mouthy chick with white hair, but he made sure that Rogue got a piece of it too. He wasn't drunk. He had been drunk five minutes ago. Now he was just cranky. One would expect there to be nothing new about that.<br/><br/>"If I'd been told that I'd be paired with a bunch of whiney babies that I was supposed to pamper and entertain with Dora the Explorer, I would have stayed in my bunk," He growled and replaced his cigar, looking up at the control room," See, this is why I have to save the bunch of you every five minutes or so."<br/><br/>He clenched his fists and with a wet 'schnicht' his claws came out, gleaming a deadly silver. A droplet of blood rolled down the back of his right hand, but it was quickly cut off as he grumbled," Fine fine, I'll save the mewling infants from the big monsters."