Happy Campers -- The First Night
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xp_logs Kitty, Scott, Logan and Rogue go on a nice, relaxing long weekend of camping and nature. Nothing ever goes as is planned.
“Holy shit,” Rogue said, looking at the destruction in front of her. “What the fuck…” This was not how their trip was supposed to start. The drive into Canada had been great, and now that they had finally reached their destination, they were supposed to unpack, relax and just enjoy nature. Instead, they were greeted with a destroyed cabin. Windows were smashed, empty beer and liquor bottles littered the ground, and it even seemed like some furniture had been dragged out and smashed. Rogue turned to Logan warily. “Don’t hurt anyone.”
Logan managed to ease the car to a halt with minimal jostling of his passengers, but his hands tightened on the wheel. He scanned the area and took in everything Rogue did and then some. Supports for the railing on the front porch were splintered into pieces, the front door wasn't closed fully, hinges were likely damaged, the shrubbery around the porch was trampled, and that was what was easily visible. Who knew what kind of structural damage had occurred? He grunted in response to Rogue's words and started breathing deeply.
Scott opened his mouth and then closed it, the words dying on his lips as he pressed his lips together and reached out to drop a hand on Logan's shoulder before he pushed open the door and looked around. His foot crunched on some glass as he looked down and then back at the car, "Careful when you get out, whoever did this, they tore it to shreds."
Kitty didn't bother opening the door. She slipped through the window glass, remaining insubstantial as she stepped next to Scott. "Think anyone's still here?"
Rogue had exited the car at the same time as Scott, but she'd decided to peek around the side. "Hellooooo? Vandals?? You still there?" The quiet she received back was her answer. "Well, I guess there's two options: one," she counted on her finger, "they're here but they're deaf or two: no one's here."
Logan climbed out of the car, shutting the door behind him, and leaned back against it. He took in a deep breath and glanced around the area. "Nope, ain't no one here but us, sweetheart. Small mercies," he muttered.
Because if they had still be here, he's not sure what would've happened. Probably some roaring and smashing. He motioned for everyone to stay there as he moved toward the cabin. It wasn't going to be pretty inside if the outside was this bad
Scott glanced back at the women, giving them a small shrug as he started up the stairs behind Logan. He might not always get on with the man but he didn't want him to be alone to face whatever there was inside of the cabin. The manlet his hand rub along the rough wood of the bannister as he stopped and peered into the cabin. "Is...was there anything in here that they could have been looking for in particular?"
Logan had stepped inside and was carefully picking his wah through the wreckage of the furniture inside. "Nah, nuthin' that deserved this kind of damage. Bet it was some kids lookin' for a good time away from their parents and somehow managed to stumble upon my cabin." He pulled an undamaged dining room chair from under the couch cushion stuffing and set it upright. He'd chosen the remote location for reason. Whoever had found it had either been extremely lucky or out here with a purpose.
"It seems a bit remote for that," Kitty mused. "Must be some bored kids." She bit her lip then, realizing there was no point to stirring Logan up on their first night.
She glanced over at Scott. "Maybe we just tidy up for now and get dinner going? Hot dogs on me."
Scott nodded and pressed his hands into the small of his bac k as he smiled, "If the lady says she's cooking, I'm happy to start cleaning up around here. The weather's supposed to be pretty decent tonight, we can always camp out today."
“Holy shit,” Rogue said, looking at the destruction in front of her. “What the fuck…” This was not how their trip was supposed to start. The drive into Canada had been great, and now that they had finally reached their destination, they were supposed to unpack, relax and just enjoy nature. Instead, they were greeted with a destroyed cabin. Windows were smashed, empty beer and liquor bottles littered the ground, and it even seemed like some furniture had been dragged out and smashed. Rogue turned to Logan warily. “Don’t hurt anyone.”
Logan managed to ease the car to a halt with minimal jostling of his passengers, but his hands tightened on the wheel. He scanned the area and took in everything Rogue did and then some. Supports for the railing on the front porch were splintered into pieces, the front door wasn't closed fully, hinges were likely damaged, the shrubbery around the porch was trampled, and that was what was easily visible. Who knew what kind of structural damage had occurred? He grunted in response to Rogue's words and started breathing deeply.
Scott opened his mouth and then closed it, the words dying on his lips as he pressed his lips together and reached out to drop a hand on Logan's shoulder before he pushed open the door and looked around. His foot crunched on some glass as he looked down and then back at the car, "Careful when you get out, whoever did this, they tore it to shreds."
Kitty didn't bother opening the door. She slipped through the window glass, remaining insubstantial as she stepped next to Scott. "Think anyone's still here?"
Rogue had exited the car at the same time as Scott, but she'd decided to peek around the side. "Hellooooo? Vandals?? You still there?" The quiet she received back was her answer. "Well, I guess there's two options: one," she counted on her finger, "they're here but they're deaf or two: no one's here."
Logan climbed out of the car, shutting the door behind him, and leaned back against it. He took in a deep breath and glanced around the area. "Nope, ain't no one here but us, sweetheart. Small mercies," he muttered.
Because if they had still be here, he's not sure what would've happened. Probably some roaring and smashing. He motioned for everyone to stay there as he moved toward the cabin. It wasn't going to be pretty inside if the outside was this bad
Scott glanced back at the women, giving them a small shrug as he started up the stairs behind Logan. He might not always get on with the man but he didn't want him to be alone to face whatever there was inside of the cabin. The manlet his hand rub along the rough wood of the bannister as he stopped and peered into the cabin. "Is...was there anything in here that they could have been looking for in particular?"
Logan had stepped inside and was carefully picking his wah through the wreckage of the furniture inside. "Nah, nuthin' that deserved this kind of damage. Bet it was some kids lookin' for a good time away from their parents and somehow managed to stumble upon my cabin." He pulled an undamaged dining room chair from under the couch cushion stuffing and set it upright. He'd chosen the remote location for reason. Whoever had found it had either been extremely lucky or out here with a purpose.
"It seems a bit remote for that," Kitty mused. "Must be some bored kids." She bit her lip then, realizing there was no point to stirring Logan up on their first night.
She glanced over at Scott. "Maybe we just tidy up for now and get dinner going? Hot dogs on me."
Scott nodded and pressed his hands into the small of his bac k as he smiled, "If the lady says she's cooking, I'm happy to start cleaning up around here. The weather's supposed to be pretty decent tonight, we can always camp out today."
