Mikhail Loganovich Romanov (mishaloganovich) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2009-10-08 23:20:00

Current mood:	cabin feverish
Entry tags:	misha loganovich

When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry
So he wasn't exactly a prisoner. He wasn't shackled in one of the cells, aka the detention rooms, or confined to his room in the adult wing. He wasn't barred from mixing with the students, although he was sure that he was being monitored. No one could say he wasn't cooperating fully with the program.

Except he was sure he was going crazy. He needed off the estate, he needed news about his family, and he needed to lose the tension. So he did what any self-respecting adult would do in his situation. He sneaked out to give himself a break as a reward for good behavior.

He pushed his old motorcycle to the front gate and prepared to take off for a few hours. It didn't matter where. To the city to get a few things and drive Darlene back. He wouldn't see Mom, no need to worry about another attempt at either of their lives. To Harry's for a couple of beers before last call. The barmaids would be safe.

Somewhere that wasn't Here.

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mishaloganovich
2009-10-11 07:02 pm UTC (link)

He was so familiar with the penthouse that he didn't need light to make his way from the front door to the upstairs master suite. There he went to the cabinet safe in the corner, the only piece of furniture that didn't match. He keyed in the code to open the digital lock. He chose the lock specifically so Anya would be able to open it without needing the code. Little Sister was his back up. If necessary, she would have access to the stealth suit. He trusted her to use that genius brain of hers and know if he was still capable enough and sane enough to use it properly.

Getting it on was muscle memory now; he was fully suited in less than ninety seconds, including the undersuit that helped cushion the armor against his skin and absorb the sweat. His body ran hot on a normal basis and the suit would turn into a sauna even with the onboard cooling system.

He went directly to the terrace downstairs. It was just after midnight. The sky was cold and black. The city lights made seeing the stars nearly impossible. Tonight he wanted to see stars.

He blasted up into the night.

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