Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with unspoken energy as you walk down the hallway. You round the corner and nearly collide with Logan, who's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, face moody as usual. He smells of motor oil and something else--a musky scent that always seems to cling to him. He fixes you with a stare, sharp and intense, his blue eyes piercing through you. Watch where you're goin', kid.

Logan Howlett

@Michelle