Post by Logan Storm on Oct 21, 2014 20:06:35 GMT -8
Logan spent most of his days in his hotel room, alone with nothing but his thoughts. He thought about much of his past: when he was thrown into an underground slave arena, most of his life taken from his very hands; when he lost his parents and his brother due to his own uselessness, and when he died then came to life by the hands of a God. Most of his life was full of fuck ups, pain, and loss. How he lived his entire days without the thought of killing himself was unknown to him.
This day, he especially felt sad, hopeless, and un-needing of this world. However, instead of taking gun to hand and pointing it to his head, Logan decided to go to a bar, maybe pick up a woman. He cleaned his hotel room, placed on his best cologne, packed some condoms, and left for the nearest bar he could find, full of women he could take home hopefully. He didn't take a cab, preferring to enjoy the walk through New York. It was late at night, meaning a lot of women were probably drunk off their ass or getting to that point. This thought made him sigh, having the sense of regret flowing over him when he did not even take wrong actions yet. What he thought about was finding a drunk woman and taking advantage of her half dead/half alive state to have some fun.
The instant this came into his mind was the instant he pushed it away. He was raised better than this, raised to precious his woman like a flower, not like trash on the streets.When he stopped in front of the bar, he looked at the front door, its golden knob, and took another sigh before spitting out words under his breath, "I am only fucking my life up more if I look for a woman to love, So why am I here?"
This day, he especially felt sad, hopeless, and un-needing of this world. However, instead of taking gun to hand and pointing it to his head, Logan decided to go to a bar, maybe pick up a woman. He cleaned his hotel room, placed on his best cologne, packed some condoms, and left for the nearest bar he could find, full of women he could take home hopefully. He didn't take a cab, preferring to enjoy the walk through New York. It was late at night, meaning a lot of women were probably drunk off their ass or getting to that point. This thought made him sigh, having the sense of regret flowing over him when he did not even take wrong actions yet. What he thought about was finding a drunk woman and taking advantage of her half dead/half alive state to have some fun.
The instant this came into his mind was the instant he pushed it away. He was raised better than this, raised to precious his woman like a flower, not like trash on the streets.When he stopped in front of the bar, he looked at the front door, its golden knob, and took another sigh before spitting out words under his breath, "I am only fucking my life up more if I look for a woman to love, So why am I here?"
