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[echolls_cursed]

Logan couldn't remember a time where he'd opened the games closet in the compound and not found the bucket of superballs right at the bottom. They had been there the day he'd arrived, and therefore, in his mind, they had simply always been there, just like the island itself

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[sunstreaming]

It stood to reason that The Rec Room would be a preferred island hangout. Anabelle had been wandering around on her own since her arrival, observing island life and the many people who had already settled in for the long haul. Even if this was all a dream, it wasn't one she would be awaking from any time soon. Besides, Anabelle was by no stretch of the imagination an antisocial girl. Eight days on this island and she was already itching for human interaction.

She made her way through the room slowly, eyes poring over each small detail and committing it to memory, although it wouldn't be necessary. Something told her this would be the first night of many spent in this room. Idly, she let her eyes hover across the room, over the jukebox and the pool table and eventually, they settled on the couch and its sole occupant. Reading over his shirt, Anabelle permitted herself a small smile, one that she hoped would be interpreted as politeness rather than rude amusement.

"Hi there. I'm Anabelle."

[echolls_cursed]

Even after three years on the island, Logan still wasn't used to the way people simply walked right up to him here, and he missed the ball when it came soaring back towards him. It bounced off the back of the couch with a dampened thud, and eventually settled in between the cushions. Though Logan manged to grab it before it could be lost forever, and he held it tightly in his palm as he quirked a single brow in reply to her smile.

A beat later and he remembered what he was wearing, laughing awkwardly as he looked down at it and then back up at her.

"Logan," he replied simply. "And I swear I'm only wearing this because there was nothing better in the clothes box. ...Honest."

[sunstreaming]

Anabelle had had some luck with the clothes box thus far, but she knew it wouldn't last forever. It had a mind of its own, or so it seemed, and Anabelle had to wonder what it might be suggesting by offering up that slogan.

"Of course," she agrees, nodding. "I went to school with the kinda guys who liked...'shreddin' waves and stylin' babes' and I can tell you right now, there's not one of 'em who woulda been caught dead in that shirt on purpose. No offense."

[echolls_cursed]

"Yeah, well, as much as I enjoy both babes and waves, I have to admit, it's not really my style. Some things don't need to be written across a persons chest. In fact I think shirts should be slogan free... except those white ones with the word 'Hooters' across the front. I mean, just so you can pick those girls out from the crowd and all," he said, obviously joking as he flashed a small smile.

[extra_psychic]

The steady rhythm of the ball helps her figure out just where in the room she is. She slows and nearly stops, cocks her head, and decides which way she has to go to get around chairs on her way to the bathroom.

She knows...except when some fucking joker moves a chair and her cane whacks into it.

"Hell," she swears softly. And then, just to disorient her more, the jukebox throws some Foghat her way. The strong beat pulses through the air and Pamela can't help but grin at the words.

Slow ride
Take it easy
Slow ride...

[echolls_cursed]

Usually Logan would have gotten up and offered to help, but not this time. It was hard to say what bothered him more, the palm reading or the fact that he knew Pam was obviously hooking up with House- Making her part of the enemy by default.

Though even he knew that wasn't completely fair.

Catching the ball one last time, he went quiet and still, as if hoping she wouldn't notice him. ...After all, it wasn't like she could see him or something.

[extra_psychic]

"I'm not stupid, I'm blind," she says. "Just because you're quiet doesn't make me think you went away."

She's got no clue who she's talking to, but from the sound of the ball she's turned to face him and if she could see, she'd be looking at him dead on.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan simply glared and started to toss the ball again, letting it bounce even harder than before.

"Whatever," he replied simply.

[little_moons]

"Hey, that's a nice look for you," I say, walking past him toward the bookcase with a smirk, barely missing getting hit by a damn superball.

Attached to my hand is a toddler in a sundress, little pink, heart-shaped sunglasses on her face that she refuses to take off today, even inside. She's bouncing on her feet when we make it over to the shelves, her free hand stretched up to try and grab a picture book just out of reach.

"Book," Flo says, drawing out the double oos. They're talkin' more every day.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan was knocked more than a little off balance by the sight of one of the girls, and he was silent for a long moment before he finally turned his head to look at Neil.

He'd done his best to stay out of their lives since their mother had left, and he looked a little uncomfortable as he cleared his throat and shrugged.

"Couldn't find anything else in the box that wasn't a turtle neck," he replied.

[little_moons]

"I meant the bruises," I say, hauling Flo up off her feet with an exaggerated groan -- they're heavy but not that heavy -- so she can grab the book herself.

I catch the way her looks at her but pretend not to notice, setting her back down onto her feet and letting her pick a chair to clamber up into. Sitting down next to him on the couch, I let her turn the pages herself, pretending to read and chattering aloud a story she's made up in her head.

"She'll get bored in a minute and we'll go," I murmur quietly, my lips twisting into a faint, knowing smile.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan reached up to touch his neck. He'd been so sure that they'd be nearly imposable to see by now, but apparently not. It was a mistake he wouldn't make again, and chances were that the ugly tanktop wouldn't see the light of day again anytime soon.

"You don't have to go. I- I need to head home soon anyway. I'm just killing time before I grab some dinner to take back to the hut," he replied quietly.

[mentalistjane]

Ah, teatime.

Patrick had started on his first cup when he came into the rec room, a bright flash of color catching his eye as it bounced off the wall, the ground, then back again into the waiting hand of the young man sitting on the sofa.

Curious, as always, and as drawn to color as a magpie, Patrick walked over to the sofa, and perched himself on a chair as he sipped his tea and watched another throw. He identified the object and grinned, "Superball. Neat."

[echolls_cursed]

Logan glanced over, catching the ball again easily and then tossing it lightly in the air. "Not that neat," he replied, shrugging a little as he looked the other man over curiously. "There's a bunch of them in the closet."

[mentalistjane]

"Really...." Patrick shook his head, as he watched the ball fly up, and land perfectly in the palm of the young man's hand. "Amazing. I have to make my own furniture, but there's an entire bucket of superballs. This island certainly has a twisted sense of humor."

[echolls_cursed]

"It just has it's priorities straight," Logan said with a smirk. "There's Monopoly too, but that doesn't bounce as well."

[jdick]

When Logan tossed the ball again, Joe reached out and grabbed it quickly from the air, grinning. "Lose something?" he asked, liking the way Logan looked. Like he was in a good fucking mood, like he was cheerful about something and Joe didn't know what it might be, but he liked it anyway.

Bouncing the ball off the wall, he aimed it back in Logan's direction for him to catch instead, then came over to sat down beside him.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan grabbed the ball when Joe tossed it back, offering a small smile and tossing it high in the air.

"Don't try and steal my toys old man, that's not nice," he laughed.

[jdick]

"What the fuck else am I gonna do?" Joe asked, glancing at the faint yellow bruises on Logan's skin. He didn't say anything, though, only because he assumed that they might have something to do with Neptune and everything that had gone on there. Eventually, he hoped Logan would tell him about it, but maybe not yet.

"Besides, your toys are my toys," he continued with a smirk. "That's what you get for fucking adopting me."

[echolls_cursed]

Joe had no idea how wrong he was about the bruises. He'd come home from Neptune as clean as the day he'd left, and what had happened there was something he might one day tell the other man about.

Hatty, however, was a different story. After Jack's explosive reaction to what had happened, Logan knew he could never tell Joe. It was something he just couldn't let the other man get tangled up in on the island.

"I don't remember that being in the contract. ...I knew I should have adopted Dale instead," he teased.