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Post by Wolverine on Nov 4, 2009 0:33:25 GMT
He had gotten far, he was away from the facility where they had.....put adamantium into him. He had escaped whatever they sent to chase him, whoever they sent. When he escaped, he had nothing to protect him but his own body hair, and against the howling winds and freezing snow of the Canadian wilderness, that was no protection at all.
He had eaten since escaping, he had come across a deer, his knew claws were good for something, he had gutted it, ate what he could and use his hide to make a covering of some sort, but now.....that had been hours ago, he had been walking in the snow for so long.
His limbs were so heavy, as were his eyelids, he tried to pull his make-shift cloak over him again, fix it, didn't achieve anything. The Canadian mutant heard something, his head turned, two bright lights.....damn....they had found him. With no more strength in his body, Logan fell over in the snow, slipping into unconsciousness.
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Post by Nymph on Nov 4, 2009 0:52:07 GMT
Peyton had made it into Canada. Maybe she’d have better luck finding a place to settle here. She had her radio on and Ricky Martin was blaring. She had traded her small little sports car for an SUV to travel more comfortable. It was dark and she was keeping her attention on the road not used to the area. Thankfully she’d filled up not too long ago and got something small to eat. She was on her way to a cabin that she had rented for the next week or so when something or someone stepped out into the road.
She slammed on her breaks and just barely missed running whoever it was over. The girl was scared shitless because of how she slid, never having really having driven in snow before. It wasn’t until she stopped fully that she realized she ended up on the other side of the road. Shaking the woman got out of the car and went over to see what she nearly hit. A naked man that was just her luck, an unconscious naked man. Peyton blew her hair out of her face as she tried to pick him up. ”Holy hell.” The bastard was heavy.
The Latina chewed her bottom lip and finally drew the water to her from the snow and used it to lift him to the car. She got in the other side and pulled him into the backseat. She was careful not to get the interior any wetter than was needed. Once inside she wrapped him one of her blankets and got back into the driver’s side. Still shaking she once more made her way to the cabin.
It took about twenty more minutes to get there and she started the process of using the water to get him into the cabin and onto the king sized bed and covered up. She started a fire in the bedroom fire place once she had him settled and then turned on heat. Not sure what else to do but let him sleep she started unloading her gear and groceries.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 4, 2009 1:09:57 GMT
It would be quite some time indeed before Logan woke up, his body still ached a bit, his stomach was rumbling, but he was warm. He couldn't help but shift suddenly and look about him, he didn't know where he was, but he appeared to be safe.
His nose went to work, it picked up all the obvious things, the immediate things. There was only one person he could pick up, probably a woman if the scent was anything to go by....men didn't often wear subtle wildflower fragrances. Logan studied his surroundings again, an escape wouldn't be hard, even from where he was he could see a van, he wasn't an expert behind the wheel, but if the last day didn't kill him, a car accident wasn't going too.
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Post by Nymph on Nov 4, 2009 7:00:32 GMT
Peyton had left the bedroom stuff in the living room and put away the groceries. She started a fire in the living room and turned the central heat off and decided to conserve it. While her guest was sleeping in the only bedroom she started to make some stew and bread that would be made later. The stew was from scratch but the bread was one of those French loaves that she was heating in the oven. Since that was going to take a bit she made some hot tea and set up a small tray of fruit and cheese to go with the tea.
The young woman stuck her head in the door to see how he was doing. Peyton nodded when she noticed he was awake. ”Hey. Dinner’s going to be a bit but I brought you a snack. Some strawberries, grapes, apple and peach slices with some sharp cheddar and hot tea. You up for something to nibble?” She stayed at the door not sure how this guy was going to react to the fact that was naked as the day he was born and she’d seen everything. Which was actually impressive if she was honest.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 4, 2009 17:38:37 GMT
Logan heard her voice, noticed her head pop in. She didn't seem dangerous, but he had to wonder how she got him into the bed, into the cabin in fact. Unless she was hiding a body builders physique behind the door, which he didn't expect, or there was someone else in the cabin, someone he couldn't smell or hear. Speaking of which, his nose wasn't picking up things the way it used to.....strange.
Usually he wasn't one for assorted fruits, but he was really hungry, and he didn't want to offend someone who had cleared helped him, unless this was a Weapon X trick. "Yeah....yeah I could have something to eat." he replied, sitting up in the bed, pulling the covers with him to make sure he was decent. "Thank you, by the way."
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Post by Nymph on Nov 4, 2009 21:23:35 GMT
Peyton couldn’t stop the smirk as he covered up and shook her head. ”Already seen it, nothing to be ashamed of.” She fully stepped inside carrying the tray. She was in snug jeans and a snug sweater that showed off her midsection. ”I have some stew cooking but it will be a bit.” She set the tray across his lap and then touched the back of her hand to his forehead. She found it odd that he wasn’t burning with fever after being naked in the snow but she wasn’t going to argue over the luck of that. If it was luck anyway.
”No need to thank me. I may be many things but callous and cold enough to leave a man out there like that, in this weather isn’t one of them.” She got up and headed back out of the room and rummaged through her things. She had some men’s clothing simply for comfort when she was alone so she found a pair of grey sweat pants for him. Then she came back in the room. ”These should fit you. I’ll have to find a shirt for you later after I put my things up.” She set the sweats next to him on the bed. ”Name’s Peyton.”
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 4, 2009 21:39:44 GMT
"Doesn't mean you have to see it again." he replied with a little smirk, but it was only a little one, and it faded away quickly. He gave another "thanks" when the tray was placed at his lap, it was only now it was really kicking in how hungry he was. When she put a hand to his forehead, he gave another little smirk. "Don't worry about me, I didn't make it that far in the snow because I'm hairy." he wouldn't go into the details of that just yet.
"I still appreciate it." he replied, he'd have done the same for someone else, but still. "I'm Logan, its a pleasure." somehow, he felt like it didn't suit him as much anymore, he had been so close to say Wolverine, he hadn't even thought about it....it just....seemed to come naturally.
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Post by Nymph on Nov 5, 2009 6:07:24 GMT
Peyton smirked at him when he mentioned she didn’t have to see it again. ”It was quite impressive, wouldn’t bother me to see it again.” She smirked again and winked at him to let him know she was half teasing. ”Just checking you can never be too sure out here. Not with as cold as it is. Do you want me to leave you to your snack? I won’t have to check on the stew for a bit yet. But if you’d rather just rest and have some time alone that is fine as well.” She didn’t want to intrude in case he really did need rest but she didn’t see any marks on him. For as bad as he looked, naked and collapsed she’d have thought there’d be signs of trauma.
Brown eyes narrowed a bit when he gave his name. It sounded real but he didn’t seem comfortable with it. She wasn’t going to push Lord only knew how many different names she’d gone by to make some client happy. ”Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Logan. I’m sorry I all I have is soda and tea in the cabin. You look like a beer man that’s why I was letting you know.” She wouldn’t have it in the cabin either she couldn’t trust herself around it even though she’s never actually taken a drink or a hit from a drug. The fear is still very much there and she won’t take that risk.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 5, 2009 19:50:27 GMT
Logan didn't respond to her comment on liking what she saw, while he was always happy to receive a compliment, he couldn't help but feel a little....vulnerable, even if he was now more invulnerable then ever. "No, I've rested enough for now." he informed, which was entirely true, he wasn't aware of it yet, but his healing factor had slowed down, the few hours sleep he had obtained was still enough to get him into near perfect order however.
"No, I'll survive on soda. Although I'm alright at the moment." informed the native, it was weird being back in Canada, but it was probably the best place to be, he needed to take some time to heal up.
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Post by Nymph on Nov 5, 2009 21:17:41 GMT
Peyton watched him and smirked a bit. ”Alright then. How about I let you get dressed, at least in the sweats and I’ll go check on dinner. You can come out if you want and I’ll try to find you a shirt once I start putting my things up.” With that she got up and headed into the main section f the cabin, closing the bedroom door behind her. At least she won’t have to go and get beer even if it would have to stay outside.
The Latina went to check on the stew and nodded. It was coming along nicely though it would still be a couple of hours yet. She made herself a small plate of fruit and stretched out on the couch. There was a recliner as well but that limited the sitting furniture in the living room. Then she sighed and got up and started going through some things and pulled out a few movies. Maybe her guest would like to watch one since there wasn’t much to do out here.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 5, 2009 21:36:20 GMT
"Sure." was all he replied with, watching as she left, and digging in to the fruit she had left when she did. It tasted all the better with how hungry he was, but it didn't last long and soon he had scoffed the lot. The problem with a small selection of fruits like that....it left you really hungry, wasn't filling enough, was...well it was a starter.
A moment later he stepped out of the bed, on awkward footing, still wasn't used to the extra hundred pounds of unbreakable metal he had covering his bones. Slowly he tugged on the pants, as it would happen they were a fine fit. The Canadian took a moment to glance out the window....yep....home. He took up the tray the fruit had been carried in with, and followed out Peyton.
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Post by Nymph on Nov 6, 2009 2:24:30 GMT
Peyton looked up when he walked out of the room and nodded. ”There’s plenty to eat if you are hungry. I wasn’t sure how bad off you were and what you could handle that’s why I stuck with fruit.” She figured it had to beat instant oatmeal or crackers. ”Dinner will still be a couple of hours so help yourself. There’s also coffee, tea, sodas and juices. I’ve fully stocked with place with everything imaginable save like caviar and pate since I don’t like them.” She’ll eat them when she has to but never when she’s home.
The young woman stood up and looked at him. ”I’ve got movies and DVD player. I have the cabin for as long as I want it, so feel free to crash her. You can have the bed since it will be more comfortable. “ The couch was actually rather comfortable and she figured she’d be able to sleep on it just fine. It wasn’t that she was shy, far from it, but she didn’t feel it would be right to in case something should happen. Peyton doesn’t give out freebies and he apparently had no money.
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Post by Wolverine on Nov 9, 2009 20:44:07 GMT
Of everything she listed, Logan really only wanted a coffee, get something warm in his stomach, food could wait, for now at least. "No no, keep your bed. I'll be fine to crash on a couch, I've slept on much less and been satisfied plenty. Besides, I'm good as new." he replied, giving bit of a stretch now that he was up.
"I wouldn't mind a coffee actually, where's the kitchen?" he had a vague idea, but with his nose acting up, it would be handy if she could just point it out. She had already done enough for him, once he was able to he'd leave her be, stop intruding on her little time away.
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Post by Nymph on Nov 9, 2009 22:58:05 GMT
Peyton looked over at him and nodded as she went to make the coffee. After putting it on she came back and looked over at him. ”Are you sure? I mean I don’t mind.” She wondered how he was good as new but didn’t ask. It was one thing she learned in her line of work. Don’t ask, they’ll tell you if they want you to know. It was really a mood kill when you did that.
”Right through there.” She got up and led him to the kitchen figuring to get her own cup as well. ”You are free to stay here for as long as you like. Just taking a mini vacation and all so the company wouldn’t be turned down.” Peyton grabbed two coffee cups and poured them each one. She handed one to Logan and leaned against the counter. ”So, movies, card, board games, or talk?” Always leave the option up to them if they hand it back than you are good to answer. That’s how she saw things.
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