run rabbit, run

Logan Statham, 19, lost and tired.

[theaffablegardner]

Erik strolled into the common room with the intent to watch a game when he saw someone was already occupying the couch. From what files he had looked over, Erik gathered right away that the boy was Logan Statham, someone he had been wanting to meet. He watched as the boy read a piece of paper then shove it into his pocket. Raising an eyebrow, Erik finally opened his mouth. “You look like your dog died, man.” 

[l--statham]

Logan's vision darted to the presence now near him, feeling his body jump in slight fright. Logan switched his gaze from his hands to the boy, studying his face for a few moments. Logan's eyes couldn't help but catch the other boys. His stomach began to sink and immediately he shuffled his demeanour, looking away from the younger. He knew the look. The absent look of a maniac; whether they knew it or not. It was the same absence that was in his own brothers eyes and truth was it scared him. 

 "I hope not." Logan replied, purposely avoiding eye contact with Erik as he studied the edges of the folded letter. "That would just make everything and anything worse." 

[greyson-mitchell]

Greyson heard a mumbling while he was curled up on a different couch, reading a book. He didn’t know if he wanted to say anything or just remain quiet and wait for the other male to say something to him first. Greyson sighed softly as he kept his face in his book, not really reading it, but just waiting. 

[l--statham]

Logan's temper rose as he attempted to shift his attention from the letter that he'd just put in his pocket. However it was evident that there was no way he could ignore the words on the recycled piece of paper. 

 Logan noticed the boy, huddled in to the opposite couch, much in the position as Logan was a few moments earlier. He straightened his back, a look of concern wiping over his brow as his temper began to dull. "Sorry.." He spoke quietly to the other boy. "I didn't mean to disturb you." 

[uncreativc]

Katie wasn’t in the least bit bored of the school for once, the new playthings were easing her mind and she hadn’t even gotten a chance to have fun with any of them yet. She didn’t read to many files, or even to deep into them, she wanted to give them all a false sense of trust. Walking into the rec room, she sat in the chair across from the brunette. Not in the bodice of the chair, but the very back of it with her feet in the bodice. “What’s that?” She asked, pointing to his hoodie pocket. 

[l--statham]

Logan noticed a presence in the room but decided it was best to ignore it, before anything or rather, anyone else could irk him, as apposed to the letter he'd just read. Before he could roll back in to the couch the person spoke. He looked up, noticing their hand pointing to his recently folded note. Logan only glanced at the image before having to double take. The practical split image of Evelyn was sitting before him. He blinked hard, his jaw loosened as his mouth slightly dropped open. He'd heard enough about Evelyn's sister to know already make his own opinion on her, but he never thought he'd come face to face with the girl.

 "I--" He croaked, adjusting himself so he sat upright, attempting to wipe the nervous look of shock on his face. "A letter-- My-- my parents sent it.." 

[l--statham]

Logan rolled himself over from the back of the couch so he was now facing outwardly to the common room. He stared intently at the piece of paper in his hands, reading the words on it over and over. His breathe heaved a sigh as he closed his eyes, folding the piece of paper up and tucking it in to his hoodie pocket. "Fuck.." He breathed out quietly, scrunching up his face. 

[dimi-mendeleev-blog]

Diana gave what could almost be considered a laugh, but was more so an amused huff of breath, at Logan’s enthusiasm. Wolves were a much better comparison yes, but she didn’t think so much fuss was necessary.

Admittedly, the way the boy straightened similar to a soldier as she called upon an answer, pleased Diana. She loved to be listened to, and she loved even more to feel dominant over those around her. “My name is Diana, like the Roman goddess.”

[l--statham]

"I wish my name had some cool history." Logan began, interested by the fact that the other girls name had it's own fact behind it. "I'm almost certain that Logan just is.. Logan." He huffed a breath out, looking around the room a little as if looking for more conversation. Logan like to talk, usually he was picky on conversation but would typically talk to anyone who gave him the time of day. Although he was a better listener than talker, he had a lot of information stored in his mind that was waiting to be let out. "I hate to be all typical with conversation, y'know, first meeting any everything-- but why are you in here?" Logan asked, biting at his lower lip. 

[dimi-mendeleev-blog]

"Perhaps a wolf then?" She asked, a smile quirking at the edge of her lips from the input of the boy in the room. He seemed different than most of the ones their age. He put more thought into things and wasn’t so quick to condemn women with his actions or words. She could only connect this behavior to an innocence the boy seemed to have. There was no doubt that the time would come where he would show his true colors, but for now he could be fun. For what though, she wasn’t quite sure….

"Tell me your name, stranger."

[l--statham]

Logan's smile turned in to a grin at Diana's decision of wolves. "Wolves, yeah!" He agreed, nodding enthusiastically. "Wolves are-- wolves are way cool." Logan turned the dial of his grin down, worried the girl would think he was weird for getting so enthusiastic over an animal. Logan had always been fascinated by animals, especially wolves. Perhaps it was the fact they were so unlike him that made him want to find out more about them.

 "I'm Logan." He sat up straight as if at attention, giving one precise nod as he said his name. "What's yours?" 

[l--statham]

These dreams are my insanity | Logan & Evelyn

[screamingfor--rph]

Under his attention, Evelyn reveled— watching him with a smile that reached her eyes as he tucked her hair behind her ear.  For a moment, she feared her cheeks would become more vivid and give away her glee, but she calmed herself.  It wasn’t like she hadn’t been in a situation like this before— not that this one wasn’t significant in its own right, of course.  There was typically no meaning behind any similar circumstances Evelyn would find herself in, but now all she really wanted to do was to comfort Logan, and to try to express how much his company had meant to her thus far.

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[l--statham]

 "I think I like this spur of the moment." Logan smiled, placing his lips gently to the top of her forehead before slinging his head back in relaxation, stretching his legs out further from the couch so his body was entirely sprawled apart from his arms which were cradling the girl.

 Logan kept a giggle to himself, noticing how sleepy Evelyn had gotten so quickly. He continued to stroke her hair, hoping the motion would relax her more. He didn't mind the girl falling asleep on him at all. The thought made him sleepy too, maybe she'd be enough to give him a few hours good sleep before he fell deep in to dream land again. "I don't think that would be bad at all, Evelyn." Logan spoke quietly, as to not disrupt her relaxation.  

[dimi-mendeleev-blog]

"All girls start off empowering." Diana answered simply, crossing her legs as she leaned slightly forward in interest to the turn their conversation had taken.

"We’re like flowers," She mused, a small smile slowly lightening her features. "We’re all so soft and beautiful, but men… they just don’t know how to tend to us. Because of them we wither and we wilt."

Relaxing back into her seat with a soft sigh, Diana absentmindedly began to twirl a strand of her hair around a slender finger. ”Unfortunately, it’s nothing anyone could help. You were just wired differently, I suppose. Perhaps meant as a test for women.” Diana was mainly just voicing aloud thoughts that had occurred to her before, speaking as if stating knowledge she had obtained from a book instead of a feeling she had in her heart. “That’s okay though, because some of us flowers, while we look so beautiful and we feel so soft, we have thorns and we can hurt.”

And then as an afterthought. “Scarlett sounds lovely, though.”

[l--statham]

Logan became less fidgety and more relaxed as he listened to the girl talk about her theories on what seemed to almost resemble a woman vs. men state of mind. Like she thought that humans were all part of a secret scheme where different genders were fighting their way through life trying to prove their dominance. Logan's thoughts were particularly opposite to this. He'd never even really considered that woman were so different to men other than the fact that mechanically they ran differently. 

 "I like that you compare girls to flowers, it sounds nice for the most part." Logan smiled, imagining if girls were something to be picked from a vast garden of selection. Which to some men it could be like that, he never saw a point in treating a girl like that though. "But don't you think there's nicer things to compare girls to. I think girls are stronger than something that can be broken by a gush of bad weather." 

[dimi-mendeleev-blog]

"So you don’t particularly favor more modern work." Diana nodded in understanding. She didn’t usually see eye-to-eye with boys, but for once both genders involved were on the same page. She liked to read older material, and see pieces of it show up in different pieces of art today. That is, if the art in question wasn’t some novel or movie about a girl whose life changed all because she met a boy. "I guess that’s one thing we can agree on."

"No, but my aunt is head over heels for it." The brunette granted, giving the boy a short look of distaste. "It’s not another one of those sappy romance novels, is it?"

[l--statham]

"Hm." Logan thought out loud, intertwining his fingers as he lay his head to balance on them. "I suppose it's a romance novel but it's not sappy." He huffed a smile laugh, remembering parts of the book that made Logan wish for a racy love story in his own life. "I more read it for Scarlett O'hara.. She's-- she's different to most woman characters. She's empowering and doesn't take shit from anyone y'know?" Logan found his gaze floating off and around the space as he spoke. He quickly looked back at Diana, seeing if she was still listening to his ramble. 

[charlie--lancaster-deactivated2]

When he saw Logan’s hand start to shake, he knew he had taken a step a bit too far. He couldn’t stop himself though, wondering why his brother triggered such emotion but then figuring that having a ‘volatile homicidal’ for a brother wasn’t something someone should be casual about; and from what he’d gathered so far, Logan certainly wouldn’t be one to feel proud of having a sibling with such qualities. Nonetheless, he felt guilty and wanted to rip the page of the book apart and stand up and leave out of shame, yet he held himself back, not wanting to startle him or seem like a freak.

Charlie read what he’d written and his smile had been long gone, his brows furrowing and his chest sinking a little at the realization that he really had asked the wrong thing, turning their conversation to a much more upsetting path. ‘I’m really, really sorry I asked, really.’ He wrote, chewing onto the inside of his cheek as he lowered his face to the book, writing as he tried to hide his shame while at it. ‘He doesn’t sound good at all, and I’m sorry about that too. I’m glad I met the good brother, though.’ If he hadn’t, he really wondered what would be of him. How far did they go to protect the other patients in Brookhaven? He really needed to get a hang of how things worked around there, but he didn’t really want to be the one to test it; he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to be witness of it either. Charlie pushed the book back over to Logan and looked at him apologetically, really feeling remorseful for having asked more than he should’ve.

[l--statham]

Logan pulled himself more on to his seat, crossing his legs so his knees were hovering off the chair. He noticed Charlie's presence also fade in to one of worry. Logan felt a drop in his stomach of worry that he'd made Charlie feel intrusive or rude, which was the last thing Logan wanted the male to feel. They'd gotten so far in to conversation just on a piece of paper, he didn't want to change the mood now. 

 As Charlie pushed the book back wearily, looking apologetic, Logan attempted to catch his gaze, deciding to use his words for once. "Hey, don't worry about it." Logan assured quietly, pulling up the corners of his lips so that Charlie could see it was okay that he asked about his brother.  "There's worse question you could ask." 

 Logan placed the pencil to the book under the words that had almost filled a whole page. Since he'd hopefully assured Charlie with his words he thought he'd get back to the method of conversation that the other knew best. "Just promise me.. if you ever meet him.. don't let him make a fool out of you." His eyes saddened, knowing if Ben ever met Charlie he would devour him in seconds. Logan couldn't bare the thought of that situation being true and wanted to do anything he could to stop that. If he could he'd ideally hide Charlie away forever and not let him see how much of the world hadn't already hurt him. 

 In hope of changing subject, Logan drew a few squiggles under his previous sentence, thinking maybe that could hint a change of his own thoughts. "Thank you for talking to me, Charlie. You're the first friend I've had in a long time." He placed the pencil down, smiling, pushing the book back. 

[l--statham]

These dreams are my insanity | Logan & Evelyn

[screamingfor--rph]

Evelyn nodded, biting back a laugh at the question.  ”Being damn cute is a very good thing.”  She permitted, reaching up to make a mess of his hair with a pleased smile.  Logan really was cute— just more in the unconventional sense.  

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[l--statham]

 "I didn't think it was a charity kiss." Logan spoke, corners of his lips crawling in to a warm smile. "I just thought it was how kisses were meant to be-- like, a spur of the moment thing." Logan took his right hand and softly pushed a dangling lock of hair out of Evelyn's face, curling it behind her ear before dragging his hand down to her waist, resting it as he cupped her figure.

 Logan felt happy in this situation, all worry and thought of any other problem he had in his life at this moment had evaporated. All he could see or think of right now was Evelyn. Logan nestled his face in next to the girls ear, wriggling his nose about at the feeling of her hair against his skin. "Yeah?" 

[charlie--lancaster-deactivated2]

As he read over Logan’s words, his eyebrows rose and he chuckled silently and slightly nervously. He hadn’t really considered the option of someone like that actually there when he wrote that small joke, but as he thought it through he felt foolish because if there was one place anyone with such condition would be, it was precisely where the two of them were. And the fact that it was Logan’s sibling that had it, made Charlie wonder why there was such a prominent contrast between the two of them, now curious as well as scared about ever encountering said brother.

Charlie grinned down at the last bit, glancing over at Logan before he wrote right under his writing and tilted his head in concentration. ‘Hopefully I’m doing a decent job at not boring you to sleep, then.’ He shook his head at himself, reading over the previous thing that had been written. He wondered how similar they were, him and his brother, and if it was possible to confuse them, but he thought it wasn’t likely. Unless they were twins, of course, and only then when the thought occurred to him Charlie felt a bit uneasy, which pushed him into prying a little and asking what he wrote next. ‘Do you mind talking to me a little bit about this brother of yours? If you don’t mind, of course.’ He gulped silently and pushed the book over to Logan.

[l--statham]

Logan's smile evaporated quickly as he read the last sentence, hastily making sure it was plastered back on to his face so that Charlie had no need to be worried. He'd already told people so much he shouldn't of said about his brother but maybe in the protection of the academy that was okay. He was sure Charlie wasn't about to go blurting out everything Logan said about Benjamin to Benjamin himself. It was Logan's turn to let people know what his brother was really like. But perhaps within reason of course.

"My brother--" Logan began writing, hovering his pencil over the paper before writing more, thinking of how any words could possibly describe his brother. "He's Class A if that gives you any hint. He's merciless.. I would go far enough to say he has no heart. Or no soul." Logan looked at his words, almost shocked that he'd written such things about his own flesh and blood. He found his face had gone incredibly solemn, hand beginning to shake ever so slightly. Maybe that was enough of a shade for now. If Charlie had more questions he could ask. But those words were good enough for Logan for now and he shifted the book back towards Charlie.  

[dimi-mendeleev-blog]

"Well then, what kind of books would you consider your style?" Diana had asked, setting aside her book for now. Perhaps she was in a better mood than usual or this boy was simply more tolerable than the other’s she had ran into at the academy, but she wasn’t feeling particularly motivated to try and scare this one off yet. "Give me a decent answer, and I just might consider staying awhile."

[l--statham]

"I like books that have inspired life and fiction and movies today." Logan grinned, rising his chin up from his knees and lowering his legs in a more relaxed position. "Which leaves a pretty broad spectrum but that's what I define my style as." He folded his legs, placing his hands in his lap as his nervous jiggle began through his right knee. A pretty typical thing for Logan to do. "Right now I'm in love with Gone with the Wind. Have you read it?" 

[theaffablegardner]

Ryan couldn’t help must scoff, looking up from the television. “Yeah, if I considered myself sick. Do you really believe all the bullshit they tell you?” 

[l--statham]

"Well whatever you consider yourself to be.." Logan spoke, not letting his gaze direct near the other boy. "I don't believe. I was just.. generalising what the say. That's besides my point though.." The male sighed, resting his head on his own shoulder. He figured this guy was a defiant type, with his mind set on everything without having anyone else change it. "Forget it." He blew out a huff of air, watching his bangs blow upward. 

[l--statham]

These dreams are my insanity | Logan & Evelyn

[screamingfor--rph]

Evelyn allowed him to tilt her chin upwards— reluctantly looking back into his eyes.  Usually, is she were upset, Evelyn would be more defiant— she had a bit of a temper, after all;  one than was more likely to get her into trouble rather than not.  Still, she could tell that Logan hadn’t meant to offend her at all.  Of course, he was too sweet for that.

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[l--statham]

 Logan hushed a laugh, looking down at the minimal distance between them before replying to her comment. "I'm going to assume being damn cute is a good thing, right?" He huffed a laugh again, not entirely sure where to put his hands so he rest them on her shoulders as he played with the back of her hair.

 "I don't want you to think-- to think that-- that that kiss didn't mean anything to me." Logan spoke quietly, gaze still stuck on the distance between them as he talked. "I'm really happy you were my first kiss.. Even though I haven't known you for very long." He took in a breath, letting his feelings come out in his words. "I feel like I've known you longer than I have." 

[charlie--lancaster-deactivated2]

His eyes remained right over Logan’s words, following his every movement of the pencil, wondering what would come next, being stopped by the words having been written down and then fascinated altogether. Nightmare disorder didn’t pose any threats, which caused Charlie to visibly relax a little let go of a bit of the tension, yet still feel slightly uneasy about a stranger he barely knew anything about sitting next to him and engaging in some sort of conversation with him, but it was now a normal thing. Charlie pursed his lips to the side and wondered what was so brutal that caused Logan to be haunted by his nightmares so horribly, so awfully he had to be put in this place.

When he took the book back, he let out a silent laugh and shook his head, liking the fact that the ‘conversation’ remained light-hearted and nothing too heavy was being laid down on the table, almost literally. ‘It started in school and it just’ he stopped writing, feeling his whole body tense a little as his mind tapped into a certain memory, shuddering a little as he thought back at that one night but pushing the thought away, not wanting to get too deep into that or even think about it at all. ‘..happened’ he finished writing, sighing through his nostrils and scratching the back of his head, shaking off his own demons and trying to at least have a decent communication with another human being. ‘You really are normal, as far as that term goes here,’’ he smirked a little at that and kept writing. ‘I mean, no offense, I feel a lot more comfortable now that I know I’m sitting with a guy that has nightmare disorder than a volatile homicidal with an impulsive disorder, so yeah I’d say you’re ‘normal’.’ Charlie frowned but kept grinning almost ironically, passing the book over to Logan, feeling odd now as he thought of it about how he could kind of joke about conditions and not feel like a dick, seeing as he had been slammed with a label with one as well as everyone else. 

[l--statham]

The game of passing nonchalantly back and forth was continuing and it reminded him of middle school; not his own personal experiences necessarily but he would always watch as the people around him giggled scattily as they unfolded small tears of paper, revealing each others so called secrets. He was almost excited that he got to be part of one of these so called note passing conversations for once. Even if he was well out of school, it was in the back of a library book and only because the other person chose not to vocalise their own words. He smiled inwardly regardless.

 Noticing a slight crack of a beaming smile on the other boys face was a good sign. His body had seemed to ease up as apposed to the tension he was holding a few moments earlier and then Logan noticed the words 'volatile homicidal'. Retrieving the book back, he instantly pushed his pencil to the page. 'No, that would be my brother.' He wrote, feeling almost instantly as bad as all those un-phased middle school girls who were writing about each other behind their backs. Logan half smiled at how fearless he became when just writing on a piece of paper.  'You have no reason to be afraid around me.. The worst I could do is fall asleep on you.' 

[l--statham]

These dreams are my insanity | Logan & Evelyn

[screamingfor--rph]

"Not just like."  Evelyn argued, combing her fingers through her hair so that it no longer fell into her face.  "More similar to, but… still different."  She paused before continuing with a soft smile, turning her eyes to the wall opposite the couch.  "A good different."

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[l--statham]

 "Hey." Logan spoke, trying to catch her gaze once again before taking his hand and gently moving her chin back so there faces were once again mirroring. If Logan was that bad she would of said something. He wasn't so naive that he didn't notice the disappointment in her eyes from something more personal than Logan being a bad kisser. For once it was time the boy stopped worrying about his own woes and took the plunge in to a risk that wasn't worth worrying about.

 Logan placed a small peck back on to Evelyn's lips. Not letting the moment last too much longer than a moment but if Evelyn was okay with him kissing her back, she would. This didn't magically make him a hero however. His face was still flush pink and ridden with concern.