Working It Off - OTA (Warning: emo feral is emo... and sweaty)
Having left the cell block, Logan barely realized where he was going until he found himself at the gym. Yes.... That was good. He had to do something - anything to get his mind off this. Taking off his shirt, he tossed it aside - and kicked off his shoes, too, for good measure. The less getting in his way, the better. Piling on the weights until
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Outside the mess hall, Logan gave Remy a nod and went in, going straight for the coffee. The smell of food was still heavy in the air, and his stomach rumbled in protest. But coffee would do for now, and he took a whole pot to a table conveniently located nowhere near the door to the kitchen. The two guards had noticed him, of course - he was the only other person in the mess hall at this hour - and he pretended to ignore them for a while, just long enough to pour himself a cup, at which point he looked up, as if suddenly remembering there were others present. "You guys want some, too?" Without waiting for an answer, he went and got two more cups, filling them and pushing them in the general direction of the guards. "C'mon, bet you a long shift ahead."
For hating small-talk and acting, Logan could really deliver if he put his mind to it. The key word being 'if'.
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He had no trouble strolling right through the mess hall, to the door and keyed in the code. He strolled right through that door and slid a card between it and the lock so that it would stay open for Logan.
"Like butter," he said to himself and went straight for the freezer and the ice cream.
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Logan waited. He wanted Remy to come back, to take over guard duty, but he really should've known better. Vindictively, he briefly considered alerting the guards to the presence of someone in the kitchen (he was a feral; he heard these things), but in spite of everything, when it came down to it, Remy was still one of his teammates, and Logan did respect him a little, as much as he ever respected anyone - as much as you could respect someone who, in some ways, was almost a contender for being top dog (or at least refused to let Logan take that position without a fight).
As one of the guards went to the bathroom, the other withdrawing to the same corner of the building but staying outside, Logan made a point of not being too quiet as he put the cups and coffee pot back where he'd found them, following the guards' movements from the corner of his eyes. When one had disappeared, and the other was not paying attention to Logan, making bad jokes at the expense of his partner through the bathroom door, Logan decided to chance it. Quick as lightening and as quiet as any thief, he jumped over the counter, turned the corner, and pushed through the kitchen door - which, thankfully, was unlocked as promised.
Picking up the card that had fallen out - it would be a card - he found Remy and flicked it at him. "Just how long were you gonna make me have a goddamn tea party with those guys?" He kept his voice low just in case, though he didn't expect the guards to hear him. Hell, they might've moved out by now and gone to continue their rounds; they'd seen Logan finish up in there, and if they didn't actually see him leave, well, where else could he have gone?
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"Ya seemed to be enjoyin' yourself," he said with a little smirk. "I didn't want to interrupt ya and your friends."
He gestured to the fridge, "Help yaself."
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Helping himself to some pie, just because it was easy to eat, he used his free hand to collect some food he had an eye for, putting it front and center in the fridge. He picked some meat out of a stew, which turned out to not taste as good as it smelled. Some chicken, which wasn't half bad. Then some cheese, because he was that hungry, and fat seemed really good just then. All of these were eaten alternating with mouthfuls of the pie, Logan's eyes still wandering over everything else that was on offer.
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"Ya know, homme dey gonna serve breakfast tomorrow," he said, watching Logan eat... everything. "Ya ain't gonna starve."
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"I'm hungry," Logan said by way of explanation, mouth still half full. All the same, he began to focus more, shoving most things back in the general direction where he'd found them. "We ain't all as scrawny as you." Not that Remy was that scrawny, really, but Logan was big enough to call most anyone that - and big enough to support a healthy appetite, which was the point he was trying to make.
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"We all can't be walkin' fur rugs."
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Finally finishing up with the food, Logan burped contently, but still looked around. The ice cream Remy had dug into was an option, but really, Logan was in the mood for something else. "Don't s'pose they got a secret beer stash 'round here somewhere?"
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