Grimes Girl

Logan Grimes || 24 || House Torren || Survivor || Deluded || Marine Marchant || Security Class: 2 || "You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened."

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[sirgawin]

I wish I had a mind more present, and a heart that belonged to here and now.

The Staves, What Good Am I.  (via starksren)

[logan-grimes]

what are you goals for the future?

Considering recent events I’m gonna say don’t die and don’t mess things up with J.R

[logan-grimes]

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Ruelle — Until We Go Down

“And I feel it running through my veins And I need that fire just to know that I'm awake” 

[logan-grimes]

Playing Catch Up|| Inferno part IV

[alexander-donovan]

logan-grimes:

[Surveying the grounds had seemed like a good option when he’d been inside, trying to escape the mixture of woeful and excitable chatter about the recent events over a mid-day meal (since no one had had any chance to have lunch), but now that he’s out here, it’s simply a mixture of uneventful and depressing, which isn’t much better, even for him. 

The damage to the Brink tower was substantial enough. There are roped off areas at the base of the tower, where portions of the rock walls had fallen and crashed to the ground. It’s a blessing no one had been standing underneath it. Also fortunately, the foundation seems to have remained unharmed, still standing sturdy, towering over the dusting crumble of it’s upper floors. 

Alex suspects it’s work that will be corrected within a few months, probably. Maybe less, depending on the reliability of the shipment of supplies they’ll need, or if they have enough in the storage lockers of the building’s old  basements. 

A young woman sits in a patch of sunlight, and as he strides around the area, gaze shifting this way and that in slow, pensive circles and drags, he spots her with a slight frown. In the serenity of the chaos, she’s out of place.

He stops a few steps away from her.] 

Everything alright? [he asks eventually.]  

[logan-grimes]

[Logan sensed she was being watched long before he had approached her, the panic and trauma of the “inferno’s” events having done nothing to lessen her paranoia. Though she sat barely moving, her face turned towards the warmth of the sun, her hand were trembling, her chest heavy with the feeling of anxiety. She had no idea what had happened, how much time had passed? She needed to find J.R. She needed to know he was alive and alright. But she could hardly stand at this point, her legs having felt just as weak and unstable as her hands just moments before she had decided to sit.

She let him approach, quietly, silently. He reminded her of a large dog or wolf approaching something in the forest out of cautious curiosity. She had no idea who he was. His voice held no real familiarity when he spoke, though it was clear he was someone of ‘authority’. His stiff movements, the awkwardness of his tone - though he almost hides it well. 

His words are not what Logan expects at all. What a stupid question? How could she be alright after all of this? A bitter laugh escapes her lips and she has to take a breath to compose herself before she can look at him and reply.] No.

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[who-is-jr-archive]

logan-grimes:

[J.R really just wants to hold her here. The moment she’s pulled in tight and against him, he doesn’t want to play any more games. Quite simply, he wants the comfort. To be touched, to hold. 

He likes it. Towering over her and it’d being a comfort rather than something to scare someone. The thought that he could be a source of comfort for Logan, when really, he’s the one who didn’t realise how much he needed this.

Logan looks up to him – wide-eyed and beautiful and mischievous. He wonders what she sees. It escapes him sometimes, her ‘delusion’, but in this moment she looks so at peace it’s not even a passing thought. The smile lifts her voice up and up above the trees, above the painful day to day. It’s enough that his own smile, the biggest grin he’s shown in years, stays firmly in place. He’s dumbstruck with happiness that he’s got no smart line to throw her way.

It’s almost a shame he has to stop smiling just to kiss her. Almost. He’ll live without a few more seconds of smiling.

There’s no need for games once her head’s leant against his chest. He doesn’t even need to hum in agreement or second guess himself. He leans in, a light kiss. Soft as the light smattering through the trees, the way Logan should be kissed: tenderly and wholeheartedly.]

[logan-grimes]

[’I win’, she thought in a sing-song fashion, her trademark cheshire cat smile playing on her lips. One thing the head trauma caused by D-Day didn’t effect was Logan’s tendency to be competitive. Life was easier for her when she could make it a game. The Logan of the present had to restrict her mischief to training, the Catch and occasionally the Hub if she was sure she wouldn’t be caught out. But J.R had figured how to rile her up long before they reached this stage in their relationship. From day one it had been tense, explosive between the pair whenever they ran into one another.

In a way this - here in the gardens - Logan with her back to J.R, pressed up so close to him she was almost afraid to move incase she ruined it somehow. This, was one of two endings their paths could have taken. It was a form of mutually assured destruction Logan had never experienced but by far preferred. She was utterly and completely vulnerable to him like this, his face already wiped from her memory, but she knew it was him. There was no fear, no paranoia. Instead she became aware of totally and utterly at his mercy she was like this. 

J.R probably did not know it yet, they were still learning each other, but even before he tiled her head towards his and covered her mouth with his lips, he was well under her skin. He could have asked her to walk through fire and she would have. She was both enchanted and enamoured with him. Someone so course and rough as she on the outside, but who was by far a better and kinder person beneath. She wasn’t in love with him - yet. But she was definitely growing to love him a little more each day. Wondering and worrying about him, missing him when he was out of sight or just out of reach. 

But now, now he was right where she wanted him.

As usual he surprises her, the kiss is feather light, gentle, but with the promise of more. Logan finally lets go of the breath she had apparently been holding since she last spoke. It’s a small sound of relief. She feels like she has been stumbling around in the cold and has happened upon a warm watch of sunlight. And she wants more, she wants to bathe in it until she can feel it from the ends of her finger tips down to her very core. She wants to curl up in it, in J.R -is that even possible? To want to carve out a space for yourself within someone and call it home?

Logan has to breaks the kiss to move, turning against J.R’s body so she can face him. There is hardly any space between them, so much so she would have lost her balance and fallen if J.R wasn’t there for her to brace herself against.] 

“You took your damn time getting to the good part of this afternoon.” [Is the best she can come up with before she’s grabbing fistfuls of his shirt to pull him back to her.]

[There are so many things she wants to say right now, but can’t. Logan has never been the type to be sincere with her words and feel one-hundred percent comfortable with it. She can’t even find the words to perfectly sum how grateful she is for J.R. All because he simple is as he is. Instead she kisses him in earnest. Where J.R’s kiss was sweet and tender and made her feel loved, Logan’s is passionate, desperate to communicate to him just how much he makes her feel. She feels reckless with it - both ecstatic yet undeserving of a moment like this, on a sunny day, alone in a park with the man who only smiles for her.] 

[logan-grimes]

Playing Catch Up|| Inferno part IV

[It had all happened so fast - the fire, the falling, the alarms and panic. The patterns and formations that were no longer drills, the fear. Oh god, the fear. The taste of it so bitter and real it had left Logan paralysed in the a corner for the longest time. Silent and afraid as blurred faces swarmed around her. As they watched and waited. There were bits of piece of time missing, of things blanked out from her memory. How long had they been on lockdown? Who had she been with? How long until it was safe to move? How did she end up in the church? It was like she has experienced what everyone was now calling “the Inferno” in a dream-like state. 

At some point they had been cleared to go back outside. To see what damaged had been done, how much of what they had rebuilt had survived. 

It wasn’t until after Logan had gone through her check up and was half way back to her room that the panic set in. Someone had found her on the shower floor, the water long past cold, manically laughing and crying at the same time. Someone had sedated her and covered her up. Two days later she had woken up in the infirmary and wasn’t allowed to leave until this morning. She wasn’t sure how long it was since that first day, all Logan knew was that she wanted out of the infirmary and out into the fresh air. She made her way outside finding the first sunny spot to sit on, turning her face to the sky to feel the breeze on her face. To clear her mind. To finally breathe.] 

[logan-grimes]

What lengths would you go to to protect jr?

[logan-grimes]

what does love feel like to you?

It feels like...like...no matter how shitty things are or how terrible you feel. No matter how frustrated or scared or angry you are, hearing that someone you care for has had even just a tiny spark of happiness is enough to make you happy - even if it’s only for a moment. Love is when you begin living for the moments when you get to see the people you care for people happy even if you’re suffering, but somehow that still makes it feel like the world isn’t that much of an awful place. 

Can you tell I’m bad at this?

[logan-grimes]

if you could only keep five possessions, what would they be?

Swiss army Knife

Combat Knife

Favourite Skirt

Does JR count as a possession? The few memories I have

What’s left my sanity

[logan-grimes]

do you think you have maternal instincts? if someone needs to be taken care of, do you take up the task?

I once had a dream I had was holding a baby, which was odd because I’ve very young, too young to have a kid! But then again It’s instinctual, I see a puppy and I melt, I see a baby and I use my baby voice. So In the very literal sense I do.

But you also have to remember what I’m capable of

But also I look at the way I am around people like Owen or Ethan, they are both so innocent yet here they are in a place so cruel. Or J.R who hates himself, yet I think he’s a person capable of a lot of kindness and love - so why he’s so hard on himself I’ll never understand, but I wish...I hope I can help him change that.

[logan-grimes]

what is something you’ve always wanted to try but have been too scared to?

Bungee jumping, falling in love, scuba diving, mountaineering...there’s a lot! 

[logan-grimes]

What would you say your 'trademark' is? In either appearances or personality.

In terms of appearance I have this green and black checkered skirt that I wear a lot with my combat boots. As for personality we all know I’m a ticking time bomb. I think Kyffin once call my a “napalm pirate” because of my job and the fact that I’m so volatile.

[logan-grimes]

if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

Probably my medical file since I think it has more information about me than whatever’s left in my head. But I like this book called “Veronika Decides to Die” by Paulo Coelho. The beginning sucks but the rest is pretty good. I don’t remember what I used to like to watch, that makes me sad, like I don’t remember what I like to do and I haven’t had much time to look through the archives for fun.

As for song currently the best song the understand me (for various reasons) would be “Kill V. Maim” by Grimes

I did something bad, maybe I was wrongSometimes people say that I'm a big time bombBut I'm only a man and I do what I can

[logan-grimes]

What is one thing you'd like to change/fix about the Colony?

I wish there weren’t these two weird class systems of “us vs them” in terms of “elites vs citizens”. I know we need structure and people in power to keep things in order, but sometimes it feels like we’re being policed...historically that never works out well.