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Post by Bixir on Aug 26, 2024 15:31:57 GMT
Logan tried not to grimace at Parsley's comment. He failed. "Eugh... don't mention it, kid." He sounded like he meant it, but he also sounded appreciative of the words. Logan was one who seldom approached others. Certain people in his life had made him better about this - somewhat. He climbed into the main seat of the motorcycle. He revved the engine, just a little. "Hold tight." He waited until Parsley wrapped her arms around him, and they were off.
It wasn't a long drive to the mansion, but there was still some time to kill. For once, Logan couldn't abide silence. "So, you're, uhh, new to the school? What d'ya think so far?"
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Post by Beriadan on Aug 28, 2024 10:56:04 GMT
Parsley clung on tight as the bike shot off into the dark. The air whipping at her face and hair seemed to throw off some more of her bad thoughts, and Logan's smoke-scented jacket and his presence was comfort enough. She smiled, wondering how many students he had picked up over the years.
"I've been here a few months. I've been in a few of your classes, Prof. Y'all are a good teacher, though you do tend to scare a lot of the others I reckon."
Parsley grinned into his back.
"But... it's alright. For a gal with no choice in life than to be here, it's good. As I said, my life ain't exactly been roses and pagentry, so it's nice to be around people who ain't hatin' my guts all the time."
She shrugged, going quiet for a moment. Solemn. Well, Logan had asked, after all.
"I find it hard to make friends. People think I'm weird, I guess. Fancy that, even in a school like this! I reckon I'm unlucky enough just to find the wrong folks, a lot of the time. My luck can't last forever, no sir."
Parsley looked up at the back of his head from where she clung on. He was stoic and gruff, but she wondered what kind of man Wolverine really was. He must have some level of emotion, else he wouldn't be asking all of these questions.
"What about you, Prof? Do you like teachin' us lot?"
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Post by Bixir on Sept 7, 2024 23:37:56 GMT
Yeah. He thought it would be something like that. Everyone had that story, sooner or later. The people at Xavier's, those stories came to them sooner rather than later. For Logan, it had started as soon as he had been born. But that wasn't appropriate motorcycle chaffeur conversation.
The air and nightly chill whipped at Logan much more aggressively. Parsley could even see his skin bristle against it... but it also didn't seem to bother him at all. The teacher didn't necessarily smile, but he definitely wasn't frowning. "You'll find your people. It can take time. ..." Though Logan stopped talking, he sounded like there was more he wanted to say. But he didn't.
"'Course I do. Wouldn't be here if I didn't. Even when you piss me off. How's that gum scraping going, by the way?" There was a subtle schadenfraude there. Nothing was kept secret between the teachers. Scott had been quite insistent about trying to maintain order with his classroom's desks. Parsley's funny business had been the last straw.
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Post by Beriadan on Sept 8, 2024 7:20:27 GMT
Parsley couldn't help but grin into Logan's back. So he had heard of her. Sure, it had been a pretty bad few after-school sessions of scraping gum from the underside of tables, but it had been worth it. Mr. Summers' face when he took a drink of what he thought was coffee - Parsley could still see his face. It had been funny, harmless (probably), but bad lucky for her that the teachers were now always suspicious of bad luck in their classrooms.
"Well... sometimes you gotta inject a little fun into classes, y'know? A lotta those sweet kids are mournin' somethin' fierce, and... c'mon, prof, y'all have to admit Mr. Summers' classes ain't the most excitin'."
Parsley chuckled to herself. His face had been priceless, and the other students had found at least a few minutes of relief in laughter. Then she fell silent for a beat.
"Still... I see them now. They all check drinks when I'm around. Like I'm a bad omen, like everything will go wrong when I'm around. I guess you're right. I just thought... maybe my people would be here."
Parsley gave a little sigh, a noise of sadness and resignation.
"As much as I can manipulate it, I just don't seem to find any luck for lil' ol' me."
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Post by Bixir on Sept 13, 2024 5:27:57 GMT
Logan felt for the kid. He really did. He wasn't the person with the words, not really. That was Summers' job. Or Kitty's. Or... Eugh. Logan didn't have much to offer Parsley after that. There wasn't much time between then and getting back to the mansion, though it was spent in silence just the same. The gates were definitely shut tight at this hour. Logan fished out a remote, made a click, then waited to be let in, then did another click behind him. This time, he didn't see any raccoons trying to get in... but he was ready for when they did.
A few minutes later, Logan had parked at the front of the school garage. He definitely wasn't going to open it at this hour, he'd wake half the campus. He climbed off, holding out a hand to help Parsley down if she needed it, then to take his coat back.
"Look. Your folks are here. You just gotta make yer own luck. Speakin' from experience."
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Post by Beriadan on Sept 17, 2024 20:16:41 GMT
Parsley was certainly moved by Logan's words. She took his hand, jumping from the bike, and staring off into the night.
"Yeah, I guess y'all are right. It ain't easy to see, but I guess there's more for me here than out there."
Parsley looked up at Logan. She was smiling, but there was still the touch of fragile teenage emotion behind eyes dancing with moisture. The young Mutant gave him a light jab to the stomach.
"Pow. Thank you, teach. Y'all are better at this than you give yourself credit for, I say. A real sweetie at heart. Y'all can come join me for pancakes next time I sneak out, 'kay?"
Parsley handed back his jacket, and took a few steps back.
"Really... thanks. I needed that."
She smiled again, forced as it was, then turned to make her way back inside the mansion. Parsley had plenty on her mind, but tonight... well, she was full of pancakes, enough to send her straight to sleep when her head hit the pillow. Her problems could wait for another day.
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