LOGAN

❝ logan ackerman, twenty four, hunter. 1/3 ackermans. to go to ( bed ) i count fangs not s h e e p. i don't stop, can't stop, won't stop. (( + var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5339806"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); ))

[hvngrier-blog]

(( @hendrixbourne ))

Logan pulled the blade across his fingers, cutting the flesh in one swift movement. His fingers twitched but the pain didn’t last long having distracted himself with a harsh bite to his lower lip. His eyes closed for a moment before he wrapped the wound up in loose bandages. The copper scent was evidently thick in the air by now and he smirked, the careless vampires would be flocking soon and he’d have a couple to train with. The ones that proved themselves worthy would find themselves in a more permanent position – it was a strange idea that had occurred to him but since vampires were immortal, they were easy practice dummies. Lifting his gaze, Logan was face to face with a snarling being, she would be a breeze to take out since she was just a mere newb. Picking up his silenced pistol, Logan blasted a couple shots rendering the vampire to the ground before he stalked closer and rolled his eyes – too easy, it was child’s play. As he pressed his heavy boot down on the creature’s head, Logan reloaded his pistols and glanced around. The vampire shrieked and called out, probably for backup that might make this session a little more interesting. “Where’s the bastard who turned ya, huh?”

[hugh-dancy-archived]

A Beautiful Man Too Pure Too Good For This World™

[stargczcr]

Nicklas loved the bar, not necessarily for the alcohol although it was a perk, he enjoyed it mainly for the people. Socializing was incredibly important to him. He couldn’t stand being alone for more than a few hours. He needed constant interaction or he felt as if he would drive himself insane. It was only natural that he headed to his favourite bar, one where many of the regulars knew him by name especially the staff. Nicklas was quite proud of the image he built up for himself. The guy who didn’t seem to have a worry in the world. Peaceful is a state he likes to remain in. He wasn’t surprised that a stranger approached him when he sat himself at the bar, it was a common occurrence as he liked to think he had a certain vibe about himself. “Well I can’t say no to that.” He smiled warmly in return at the male. “I must ask what this news is. Must be exceptional.”

[hvngrier-blog]

EASY AS PIE. the trap was deployed and the original WALKED right into it. logan gave another CHARMING grin, sliding the BILLS across the counter. drinks were served not a minute later and he took a seat BESIDE the vampire. supposing he was used to THIS – being offered drinks and whatnot. it wasn’t a STRANGE occurrence for strangers to approach in a BAR. logan had quite the ALIBI. “ – indeed, my friend.” he said, laughing and covering his mouth. “MY SISTER has recovered from something near FATAL. it’s a MIRACLE.” he explained. “they had almost announced her DEAD on the scene. it’s been a TERRIBLE few weeks but it’s BETTER now.” it wasn’t much of a lie, perhaps an exaggeration, though the ACKERMANS were known to be trouble, experiencing THINGS one should never experience. he was sure the other would understand should he explain, HOWEVER, he was to keep a low profile. “you seem to have quite the FAN BASE.” logan pointed out, sipping his lager as he pointed with an EXTENDED finger to the men flagging down the original. “i don’t MEAN to sound like i’m HITTING ON YOU,” the hunter laughed warmly ( he was getting good at this social thing ) “ – but do you come HERE often?”

[jezebvl]

     she had to remember that he was injured and that that was why he was acting the way he was. he was in pain, so he was simply taking it out on her. and despite his harsh words and rude demeanor, she felt the need to help him. but she couldn’t do what he wanted. ‘ i can’t, ‘ she told him, ‘ i could lose my license; i could get arrested. ‘ however, without skipping a second beat, she spoke quieter, finding a  LOOPHOLE.  ‘ but come back with a different shirt, a mask, and a WEAPON. okay ? ‘ she would easily be able to defend herself against him, being a hyrbid ( and not knowing of his hunter status ), but she wouldn’t tell the cops that when they came asking questions about the robbery.

[hvngrier-blog]

“LISTEN,” logan said, EXASPERATED. she obviously wasn’t going to COMPLY so maybe he had to TAKE THEM by FORCE. he threw down his injured arm on the desk, blood SMEARING across the counter. “i NEED these painkillers. i am NOT going to play DRESS-UP and ROLEPLAY with you.” he explained, voice slow and condescending, hoping that she was LISTENING. “do WHATEVER it is that you have to do that DOESN’T concern me having to MESS AROUND.” logan always had a weapon on him which he could EASILY pull out right about now but he knew better than to LAUGH in the face of the LAW. while it might have been a QUICKER option to demand drugs at gunpoint, logan DIDN’T have the time to WASTE in a jail cell. “ – WHY don’t you LOOK the other way while i HELP myself to some aid if you’re going to be DIFFICULT.” the hunter exclaimed, his arm was in AGONY and he couldn’t be PLAYING these games for much longer. looking around, he saw CLEARLY where the stocks were and pointed. “you turn off the cameras – there was a POWER CUT, do you HEAR me?”

[dylans-obrien]

[kingsleyconnor-deactivated20161]

having sat on a plane for more than eight hours, kingsley was glad he was able to stretch his legs. looking around the city, he scratched the back of his head, not sure where to start looking for his siblings as he couldn’t exactly call them as his phone was dead. spotting someone cross the street, he ran after them, calling out. “hey you! i could use a little help with something.” hopefully people around here weren’t afraid of strangers as he always tends to be quite familiar with everyone.

[hvngrier-blog]

his natural reaction was to REJECT, to completely and utterly SHUT DOWN the other male approaching with a request. logan had LITTLE time to help out civilians, his mind was only SET on one track, however recently he’d broken down a little – his guard was lowering and maybe helping wouldn’t be SO bad. “ – with what?” he asked, brows raising hoping to convey that he was SLIGHTLY INTERESTED. 

[exotiica-blog]

        ‘ CHÉRI, you look like you could use a drink. ’

[hvngrier-blog]

DESPITE BEING SAT in a bar, logan shook his head. “NO.” he answered bluntly, drawing circles on the counter. “no – i don’t drink ... ANYMORE.” he gave little explanation, perhaps she DESERVED that much. while it might have looked like aimless swirls of his fingers, logan was actually PLANNING deceit.

[valrichardson-blog1]

Valentina had been attending some family business in Lafayette for a few days, leaving Melissa in charge of the diner and Max to tend to her house; it was nice to be out of the city for a few days, but she never realized how much she missed being home until she returned. Walking into her giant house she dropped her bags and looked around, taking note of the quite before there was a noise– a bang almost. Eyes widening, she whipped to look towards the kitchen. “Who’s there?!” she called, heading that way.

[hvngrier-blog]

APPEARING from the living room, a BODY in his arms, logan glanced at the brunette as she dropped her bags and SIGHED. “excuse me.” he mumbled, completely nonchalant about the situation. “invited any weird creeps into your house? RECOGNISE this guy?” he asked, showing the woman a DECREPIT face. “odd repairmen claiming to be RESPONSIBLE, most likely. the BASTARD crept into your house while i was chasing him down if you’re going to BOTHER to enquire. be a babe and open the front door. i don’t want to get ASH on your carpets. LOVELY HOME, by the way.”

[poiiiison-blog]

“That’s a terrible idea, and that’s a lot coming from me, so I’m probably not going to join you. But you go ahead, I’ll watch, and laugh when you fail.” She teased the other person, with a smile on her face.

[hvngrier-blog]

logan NARROWED amber eyes at the shorter. “ALRIGHT,” he said, deflating in posture. “ – BUT, if i do it: you’re not allowed to laugh and you be my SLAVE for the day.” a SMIRK spread on his lips in reply to her innocence.

[tcllulch]

[hvngrier-blog]

logan looked down at his clothes. “TOO much? too much.” he nodded in agreement with her exclamation. “i’ll take off the TIE. you know, i just wanna look GOOD. like i actually CARE about my appearance or something.”

[hvngrier-blog]

(( @stargczcr ))

nine o’clock sharp, the young hunter STROLLED into the bar with his hand in his pocket. ONLY when he reached the bar did he fork a crisp yet battered photo onto the counter instead of reciting his USUAL. “seen this man?” he asked, the bartender CRANED his head to see, a clipped nod following. ‘that’s our nick’ was his reply, and logan nodded his head. “THANKS.” he was aware that this man in the photo went by the name of NICK, or something similar to that name. through exploring other cities logan had DISCOVERED several more photos of this same man. knowing now who he was LOOKING for, and that he did indeed reside here ( temporarily, if not forever ) logan turned away to inspect the meek arrivals of the pub. it was a quiet hour only for ALCOHOLICS and early-starters, logan felt uncomfortable. ‘speak of the DEVIL,’ he thought, seeing a familiar face enter. after waiting for ‘NICK’ to appear at the bar, logan turned with a warm smile. “hey, i’ve just heard the GREATEST news, it’s on me.”

[hvngrier-blog]

(( @rthpan ))

logan WALKED up to the familiar guest house, UNINVITED yet he held FLOWERS in hand. GUILT was spread across his features that he COULDN’T put off any longer. it was just too much to have ignored her calls, texts and ( despite it not being his fault that he wasn’t home ) he knew she had turned up at HIS door uninvited once. STILL, it had been far too long since he had seen her face and he had to admit: HE MISSED HER. he missed ruth. “ – hey.” he greeted lamely as the door swung open. “i feel i haven’t been entirely HONEST with you and i think i OWE you ... SEVERAL apologies. let me in BEFORE someone sees me looking like a complete ASSHAT out here.” 

[remyxdelacroix]

‘’LOGAN, the puppy was just out here roaming the woods.’’ he shrugged, motioning down to the whimpering creature as it tried to lean up and lick remy’s face. ‘’c’mon, i need your help.’’

[hvngrier-blog]

“ – and you’re telling me this because...??” the hunter gave the other a deadpan, NARROWED hues lowering to the DEFENCELESS pup. he scowled, FORCED, but meaning to mean it. “if you’re SUGGESTING what i think you’re suggesting, the answer is NO. N-O, say it with me. NO.”

[jezebvl]

     the pharmacy had been slow. there was a lunch rush, like there usually was, but apparently not too many people had DRUGS to get in this small part of new orleans. she didn’t believe for a second that that was true, but she wasn’t going to look into it, nor was she going to complain. this was a safe job in her field. that was it. —- but most people didn’t come in here with BLOOD she could smell as soon as they walked in. she didn’t even manage to GREET him before he demanded pain killers and antibiotics and her eyes flicked over his bandage and wound. ‘ okay, wow, ‘ she began. ‘ you have to go to the hospital. or a clinic or something. we don’t write prescriptions here. ‘ she could, technically. she could administer morphine and antibiotics, but she’d still have to check him in somewhere. still, she remembered him. ‘ what happened ? ‘

[hvngrier-blog]

logan vocalised his ANNOYANCE with a rude and loud grunt of disapproval. “listen – i don’t have the TIME to fuss about a torn ligament, i’ll FIX it myself, i just NEED something to numb the PAIN.” gritted teeth barely allowed logan’s voice to be clear. “i know there’s some things here you could GIVE me right now, so be a darling and hand them to me.” logan demanded, rolling his eyes. “...are you serious?? you’re going to STAND there and question me?” he laughed bitterly, “gonna ask what i had for DINNER or if i’ve brushed my teeth next?” the young hunter snapped, running his unwounded hand through his hair. LITTERED scars peeked from under his shirt, RAW and stinging from the rough fabric of his WORN shirt.

[hvngrier-blog]

(( @jezebvl ))

arm SEVERED and poorly bandaged to the point his arm was red and irritated, veins PROTRUDING from his hands, logan stumbled into the pharmacy, grumbling. he was annoyed that it had come to THIS, that he had to resort to getting help from an outside source. it had been the second visit this week and being so RESENTFUL toward doctors and the like, the pharmacy was no better. at least it wasn’t a HANDS-ON experience. “yeah, i’m gonna need your strongest PAINKILLERS, and something to stop my arm turning GREEN, maybe??”

[remyxdelacroix]

‘’…. i have a S M A L L problem, and i may need your help on this.’’ 

[hvngrier-blog]

“what do you mean SMALL problem??” logan tried not to eye the small puppy SQUIRMING in the man’s hold, not wanting to give in to the SQUEAL he was trying not to make. 

[companymanrhyss]

[rthpan]

@hvngrier