Night after night, my heartbeat shows the fear. Ghosts appear and fade away...
It had been a while since Logan had climbed his way up onto the compound roof, and it felt almost like some sort of reunion as he sat near the edge with a joint pressed between his lips.
He thought back on all the times he'd been up there before, and how for most of them he'd been filled with the pathetic and desperate need to just go home. To leave the island for good. This time though, it was just the opposite. All he could think about was how badly he needed to stay, and how sure he was that he was going to vanish. He felt like he was clinging onto an invisible rope, and any day now his fingers would grow tired and he'd simply slip away... Back to Neptune.
The thought made him a little sick, and he hunched forward for a long moment as he finished off the joint and stubbed it out.
He knew it was all in his head, that he had no way of knowing when he'd go or why. If there was any sort of pattern or method to coming and going, he figured one of the lab geeks would have it worked out by now. No, he was just... depressed or something. Down. Out. Lost.
Whatever.
Didn't matter what he was, he just knew he felt like shit.
(He's moody, but he's also stoned enough that he's likely to talk to most anyone. He's sitting near the ledge, so you'll be able to see him from the ground.)
He thought back on all the times he'd been up there before, and how for most of them he'd been filled with the pathetic and desperate need to just go home. To leave the island for good. This time though, it was just the opposite. All he could think about was how badly he needed to stay, and how sure he was that he was going to vanish. He felt like he was clinging onto an invisible rope, and any day now his fingers would grow tired and he'd simply slip away... Back to Neptune.
The thought made him a little sick, and he hunched forward for a long moment as he finished off the joint and stubbed it out.
He knew it was all in his head, that he had no way of knowing when he'd go or why. If there was any sort of pattern or method to coming and going, he figured one of the lab geeks would have it worked out by now. No, he was just... depressed or something. Down. Out. Lost.
Whatever.
Didn't matter what he was, he just knew he felt like shit.
(He's moody, but he's also stoned enough that he's likely to talk to most anyone. He's sitting near the ledge, so you'll be able to see him from the ground.)