Not another Logan

FULL NAME: Luca Alexander Logan NICKNAMES: Luke, Lucas, The Lost Logan AGE: 19 JOB: Street Musician MAJOR: Art Major

[lucalogan]

Meet: Luca Logan

And my mom hates my guts. She has every reason to. For all the things I do.

Full name: Luca Alexander Logan Nicknames: Luke, Lucas, The Lost Logan Age: 19 Sign: The same as Libby City of birth: Cherry The current place for living: Cherry Siblings: Liberty Logan, Sabrina Logan Pets: no Birthday: The same as Libby Major: Art Major Job: Street Musician

BACKGROUND

- All you need is love. All you need is love. All you need is love love. Where is all the love? Luca Logan was the prodigal son who grew up with a humor like the three Stooges and a childhood like baptism. And before Luca knew anything about talking he could hum. He could hum along to his music box. Could tap along to the radio. And because of this was raised as a member of Glenda Logan’s church choir. Was put through the wringer of voice lessons, was taught to play the guitar in the 3rd grade, and was expected to play at every family function. Which sounds a lot more miserable than it was. At least it was something he sort of enjoyed. Sure he wasn’t crazy about the content but it seemed better than the hellish control the woman seemed to have over his sisters.

- His sisters who Luca found himself wanting to be fiercely protective of. Who he’d reach his neck out for at any turn or opportunity even against warning from Lou Logan himself of the hellfire he could be asking to be brought upon himself as a result. Which meant that at the ripe age of 12, he decided to take a turn for the worst. No longer was he going to follow in Glenda’s rule. He was tired of playing the same boring hymns. He was tired of having the perfect hair, of wearing the perfect clothes. It all started with a call from the principal. Glenda arriving on campus to find that Luca had traded shirts with one Mackenzie Walsh and was found jamming to Nirvana with the other boy as loudly as they possibly could, disrupting just about every classroom around them. To say she’d been less than pleased would have been an understatement, even going as far as to toss Mac’s shirt in their fireplace to show Luca how serious she was about the offense he’d committed. But it didn’t stop there. Luca’s rebellion only intensified.

- He’d been found bringing random strangers into the confession boxes on a number of occasions to commit salacious acts, graffitiing the church doors, and getting in more and more trouble at school. Each time warranting yet another call to Glenda, and you guessed it. More hellfire. Or at least as much as he’d grown to expect. He’d almost begun to think of it as a sort of game until he realized that every time he was getting himself into trouble, it was Sabrina who was redirecting the remainder of their mothers rage to further allow her to push her own agenda. The realization like a punch to the gut. That he may have been simultaneously causing her more hell in his efforts to keep her and Libby safe. Which is why he hatched a plan. A plan to escape. To get he and his sisters out of there for good.

- Luca was going to run. He was going to have Libby tell Sabrina and in the middle of the night make an escape. Get away from Glenda and all her terror. But the night they’d all planned to meet up at the train station, no one came. It was just Luca with a guitar he’d stolen from the church, and a small backpack of clothes. Contemplations of turning back weighing heavy on his mind until he heard the sound of the whistle, and without a second thought turned and left for San Francisco. He’d heard rumors that he had an aunt out there and hoped that she might be reasonable enough to let him stay. At least long enough for him to get back on his feet. He never planned on returning to Cherry. Swore he was going to make his own way. At least until the night of that damn drunk dial. The call that alerted him to just how bad things have become at home. The call that sent him flying back to Cherry as quickly as he could to make sure they were alright. Three years between he and any of the people he used to call friends to try and start anew and bring a sense of safety back to his family.

[lucalogan]

alicealder​:

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When Luca ran, Alice was… disappointed, perhaps? A friend, gone. A friend, lost. Libby’s own twin, disappeared. But she hadn’t wished she had done the same – not those four years ago. Four years ago – such a trivial amount of time – everything seemed all good. Now, though? What would have been different? How much better would things have been? It was hard to envision anything as worse – even death would have been fine! (Save, perhaps, if she had gotten incarcerated. Perhaps she would have been able to eventually become the matriarch of the prison, so to speak, but that would surely take a great deal of time… hm…) Yes, the past year or so? She had run away in her own way, evidenced by a false increase in age, but she was still in Cherry. For who? For what? – Questions she couldn’t answer! She hummed in response to Luca’s request – not so much out of anger, out of bitterness, out of jealousy. It wasn’t as though they had ever been particularly close – and it wasn’t as though she had yet to see him since he returned in September. But he did misremember her! Four years ago, she would not have had a lighter! A reasonable request now, though. - Thus, she tossed it to him – a little game of ‘catch!’ “Having a holly jolly time yet?” she asked, eyebrow quirked… because it was very clear that, if he was looking for a lighter, it was unlikely! Mood!

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Was it entirely possible that Luca was barking up the wrong tree? Absolutely. Recalling the reality of each member of the gang from before he left had felt a puzzle he didn’t feel he still had all the pieces too. Sure he could recall Zahra, someone he’d been avoiding like the plague since his return home, and it’d be impossible for him to forget Mac. But the rest? As sad as it made him, they’d been afterthoughts once he’d run. He’d made new friends. People he’d hoped could fill some of the void. People to create new memories with. To no avail. Running into Alice now he was filled with his own pang of jealousy. A feeling of curiosity for what might have been had he stuck around a little longer. 

When she tossed him the lighter it came with a small hinderance of surprise. Like he couldn’t believe he was right about this. But the way the question rolled off her tongue left much to be desired. 

“I mean if I’m being honest, I wasn’t. But you’ve just gone and turned it right on around.” He mused as he flicked the lighter to get the end of his cigarette lit. A cherry red flame lighting up his hand as he waited for it to light. “What can I say I’m not hard to please.” Luca continued as he finished taking a drag. “How about yourself? Have the Holly’s gotten you in the holiday spirit yet?” 

[lucalogan]

libertyloulogan​:

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It was a night that Libby remembered in small, shattered-glass pieces.

Glimpses of tears and bourbon splashed onto her cheeks. Shimmery little bits of pathetic heaving, and futile dreaming, and wishing that she had something to cling to. It was an evening pickled in salt, and liquor that was as old as she was; the hurt of it all was splintered beneath her skin and too small to dig out.

She’d have to wait until the slivers of glass-sharp memories showed her their own mercy.

There was one thing she could remember clearer than the rest. Surely, that wasn’t saying much, considering the haze that had been cast over the whole night - if a mistake cast in a moment of desperation was still just a glimmer, what did it matter? Still, it was the only memory that she wished were a little fuzzier.

She knew her Aunt Odessa’s phone number by heart, even if her fingers had slipped and slid over the keypad on Leo’s ancient phone as she dialed it. She so quickly had devolved into screaming and blubbering when all she had meant to do was tell him that she was sorry... In the sobriety that followed, she wondered if she was sorry, or if she wanted a sorry, and the embarrassing ache that it left in her chest was enough to make her want to forgot the whole thing.

When Luca showed up, barely even weeks after the whole ordeal? It was enough to make her want to curse the night, and never let bourbon make her decisions for her ever again.

“Don’t call me that. Only my friend’s call me that.” Libby’s voice came out more painful than she had expected it to. Sharp, like her shattered-glass memories, but the sound of ‘Bert,’ falling off of his tongue like they were kids and nothing was wrong hurt enough to trigger her Fight or Flight response.

“And you know – I guess things change!” And they had. The last time Libby could even remember running around the holidays like the life of the party was when Luca was still there, and she didn’t feel so in-half. How was she supposed to care about antlers, and merriment when her twin had thrown their entire world to the wayside? How was she even supposed to breathe? “Brothers leave, and people fall apart, and Christmas freakin’ blows. You wouldn’t know anything about that, though, would you?”

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As much of a sore subject as it’d probably always be, San Francisco had done wonders for Luca. Not that SF had anything to do with puberty, but in the time he’d been gone he’d grown. He was a little taller, he carried himself a little differently, and he’d grown a world of confidence that he didn’t believe he’d ever have been capable of had he stayed in Cherry. In truth, Cherry would likely have always been made to have stunted him. Living under Glenda’s thumb, felt like a one way ticket to never being his own person. Always and forever being one of the Logan twins. Which wasn’t to say there was anything wrong with that. But he wanted to exist outside of that. Be more than just a Logan. More than just a twin. More than just Glenda Logan’s son. 

In Cherry he saw himself getting sucked into the H.A.H and the family business and going to college. In San Francisco, he got to be literally whoever the hell he damn well wanted to be. And he was doing a pretty damn good job at it. Save the feeling like he was constantly missing a part of himself, he was doing it. 

But there in lies the problem. No matter how good things were with aunt Odessa. Nothing could fill the void he felt from not having his sisters. Nothing but the cold reminders of Libby’s last words to him kept him from reaching out and letting them know how much better things could be on the other side. To let them know when things were good. Or come running to them when things were bad. Instead he stayed away. He kept it all to himself. For years he’d lived in an unsettling denial that he didn’t need them. 

“I mean I hate to break it to you Bertie, but we’re a little closer than your average friend don’t you think?” Was now the best time for his teasing? Absolutely not. But did it ease the ache he felt from the initial rejection? Absolutely. 

“But that’s just it! I’m back now. Like Santa. Here to bring a little Christmas spirit back to Cherry. Or at the very least, my sisters who clearly need it more than they’re willing to admit.” 

[lucalogan]

who: @alicealder​ what: catching up 

It was no secret that when Luca left, he’d obviously left more than his sisters behind. He’d left school, left his friends, left everything for the chance to no longer live under Glenda Logan’s thumb. And while he’d had a little bit of time to prepare for what awaited him when it came to his sisters, his friends had been a forethought. He hadn’t called. Hadn’t alerted any of them to his return. He sure as hell didn’t have a plan for how he was going to assimilate back in. But part of him wondered if he’d even really need one. It wasn’t like he had anything serious going on with any of them, save maybe a few? How hard could it be? Luca made a point of stopping to grab himself a drink, flashing a fake ID he’d brought with him before making his way into the backyard to find a sea of faces both familiar and unfamiliar alike. Allowed himself to take a quick sip from his drink before making his way across the deck to the first familiar face he could find. “Long time no see.” He announced as he leaned against a railing. “Last I recalled you’re someone I could bum a lighter off of right?” He asked, both teasing, and a legitimate question as he pulled a pack of smokes from his back pocket. “I keep seeming to lose mine.”

[lucalogan]

who: @libertyloulogan​ what: TALK TO ME Where: Don’t ask questions like this 

Okay so maybe his first attempt hadn’t gone as smoothly as he would have liked for it too. But in all honesty, could it ever have? He showed up because of a drunk dial. She could have called anyone in the world. Any of her friends. A new boyfriend perhaps? Sabrina? But she didn’t. No. For the first time, in three years, Liberty Logan had picked up her phone and called him. And left a message that practically sent chills down his spine. Something was deeply wrong and he hadn’t been there to do anything about it. And while there was a high possibility that she likely didn’t even remember leaving the message in the first place, could she really have missed his number dialed in her phone? Did she really not know that she was the reason he’d come back? Of any of it, he really couldn’t be sure, but after Holly’s speech he couldn’t help but hope that maybe... just maybe she’d be a little more receptive to him this time. A reach really but he was gripping to it almost as tightly as he held his drink as he looked around the room, hoping to spot her in the crowd. His eyes scanning the way they used to when he’d play a show back in San Francisco in hopes of finding his aunt in the crowd. Luckily the practice paying off as he finally spotted her and made a b line in her direction. His steps slowing a little the closer he got so as not to totally scare her off. 

“Look who it is, if it isn’t miss holly jolly Christmas herself. Was almost positive you’d be dawning those little reindeer antlers we used to wear when we were kids. The ones that lit up. It’s a missed opportunity Bert.”