Even the evil needs someplace to think (Logan)

[chris perry halliwell]

Up high above hundreds of cars going out or into the city, sat a young man with dark hair and green eyes. He sat on one of the railings where from his spot he could see the cars passing by, and in an Indian position. Odd as it sounds it was Chris who sat alone up in the bridge, his arms folded across his lap as his green eyes watched one car after another. He had a lot on his mind and wanted just to clear it out. Yes he could have orbed somewhere else but no matter what, the golden gate bridge has always been his top spot to come up there to think. Whitelighters, even elders come up on here and he had also from time to time, plus even the other version's evil self was up on here with his father. That had him think back to how his father had treated the other Chris. Maybe the evil inside of him came from anger just thinking about how that other Chris was treated. Nah it was the Nexus but perhaps that was one part of it. He was so lost in thought he didn't realize another person joined him.

[logan asher whitlock]

He wasn't sure what it was he was searching for up atop the massive bridge, but Logan had sensed something, or someone, extremely powerful. A being he'd never sensed before, and being the curious guy he was, of course, had gone to check it out. He wasn't expecting the person that came into view after he full orbed in, and timidly looked down to his dirty and worn Converses. He looks like an ordinary human. Then why do I get an overwhelming and intimidating feeling from him? he wandered silently to himself.

Lifting his head, the brunette studied the other man again. "H-Hello." he murmured loud enough for the other to hear. Logan awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck, shifting his weight back onto his heels. "Do you... usually take time to come up this high on the bridge?" he asked, eyes scanning across the other's face and then falling down to the structure under his feet.

Logan swallowed hard, and absently brushed back some fringe that had fallen into his face. He may want to ask me that same thing, but it'll sound creepy if I say I followed his aura. The twenty-one-year-old inhaled deeply, and slowly exhaled, ...Wouldn't it?

[chris perry halliwell]

Chris looked over his shoulder at the brunette who had orbed in just behind him. So he's a whitelighter? Great. Just what he needs. He nodded swiftly when the guy said hello and then turned his head away from him to look out at the ocean. "Not that much, I'm not the type to come up here every fucking day. I have better things to do but today its an exception. Need to clear my mind." He turned his head to look at the man from his feet to his head and kept his eyes locked at the man's eyes. Okay he admits the guy got nice eyes but still. "What about you? Other than looking awkward? You have a name? Before you would ask and since you probably will, my name's Christopher Perry Halliwell. Yes, I am a member of the fucking Halliwell family." He rolled his eyes just mentioning the Halliwell family, yet sadly before he loved to mention them because that's his family but nowadays its all about turning the evil ones good. Why couldn't they let them do what they want to? But then again its the Halliwells. "Just call me Chris, okay? Okay." He got off the railing and landed swiftly onto the floor then walked up to him just a little before he leaned against the wall and folded his arms across his chest.

[logan asher whitlock]

Logan winced, and backed off just a tad as the other man responded to him. So far, he did not like the other's attitude. It was uncalled for actually; he'd only merely asked a simple question. There was no need to get anyone panties in a knot. "O-oh.." the brunette softly murmured, gaze quickly falling to the structure under his feet. "Only asked..." he mumbled under his breath to himself.

The twenty-one-year-old squeaked lightly, green orbs shooting back up to the darker individual. "W-w-well.... Um..." he started, tongue going numb to purposely make him choke on his words. "T-t-to, uh... I-I don't.. d-don't.." Logan shook his head, giving up on explaining himself. It really didn't matter, did it? When it all came down to it. "L-Logan-an." he stammered, eyes dropping back down again. "My name is Logan."

There. I said it! the younger man silently cheered. Now to figure why his name sounds so familiar to me...

Another squeak came out, and Logan submissively nodded his head and backed off just a tad. "O-oh, al-alright, Ch-Chr-Chris." He swallowed hard, nearly choking himself again with how dry his mouth became. This was nothing unusual. In fact, this was how things went on a daily basis for the whitelighter when talking to people. Leaving him wishing for himself to cut the crap and grow some balls. "U-um... Wh-why does your n-name s-sound so familiar t-to me?"

[chris perry halliwell]

Chris glared at the man not saying one word nor move an inch. Instead, he kept his arms folded across his chest and at some times while the man talk, he couldn't help of scoffing or even roll his eyes. Give me a break, he thought to himself while the man continued on. He nodded when he introduced himself (though slightly) but had turned his head away to watch some seagulls fly overhead. For fun, he grinned and flicked his wrist having one seagull smack right into the other, and then turned towards the man, he was that bored by everything. Then when it was time to talk, he stood up straight. "Okay one, stop stuttering unless you have a problem talking," he replied, with a bit of a stern tone but annoyed by the guy's speech actually and it quite showed in his response, "and two, gee I don't know you tell me why my name sounds familiar? Come on I'm eager to know." Tis was true he was and now he waited for the guy to talk. "Hurry cause I don't have all day. I was in a nice little piece of thought before you had opened your mouth and I'd like to go back to that." Yeah Chris did sound like a jerk but he was in the middle of thinking.

[logan asher whitlock]

It was obvious that Logan was boring, or he was being straight up ignored by this 'Chris Halliwell.' And even if he didn't show it, it was beginning to piss the whitelighter off. It was rude, and... And what? You're going to show him what for? Ha. Don't kid yourself, Logan. He is probably much stronger than you. You're best off not trying anything, and running like hell if he starts something. It was the sad truth, though. Logan was not the strongest of whitelighters, not even when ticked. It was a blessing that Logan could even stand up for himself when pushed too far.

A frown twitched into place as the seagulls collided together because of the Halliwell child's powers, and it only deepened as Chris began to speak. However, the further Chris spoke, the more the heat rose within Logan until finally he snapped. "Oi! Fuck you, Mr. McSuperiorpants. What if someone had a speech impediment that they couldn't control? You think they could just stop stuttering? Point is that they wouldn't come out to some stranger about their problem; not many." The twenty-one-year-old took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but it sadly wasn't working.

This guy is just... UGH! he thought, violently shaking his head in disappointment. Logan would never understand the evil in the world, and definitely would never understand why he seemed to be some sort of magnet for attracting them. "That was why I asked you while your name sounded familiar. I haven't a clue. 'Halliwell' sounds familiar, but not all that familiar to me. Excuse me for not knowing, apparently, a big family name around these parts.

"Again... Fuck. You." the brunette growled, rolling his eyes and looking away from Chris. "Sorry to take up your precious time that you enjoy wasting by being up here. Don't you have, like, a job to go to or something?" Logan paused, and a small, amused chuckle bubbled out. "Or are you one of those guys that freeloads off of 'Mommy' and 'Daddy'?"

[chris perry halliwell]

"Aw is the little whitelighter upset because I had told you to stop stuttering? Well frankly? I don't care a shit about if you had one or not. You said it yourself, in your own fucking words you wonder how it is familiar. How about this how about you get your ass down to earth, go to Prescott Street, find the manor and knock on the door. I'm sure you would get your answers right there. And who is it to say I'm wasting my time? Look I may be fucking evil but I have every right to be up here as much as you do. Have you ever heard of don't fucking say a word to someone who is sitting there in thought? Gee that sounds like a rather good plan doesn't it? Yes I have a job. No I'm not someone's employer I'm my own. And um, no. That probably is you." He walked up further and slammed him against the wall by holding onto his collar of his shirt. "So do me a favor and shut the fuck up or I'll show you something to talk about." Then again that won't do anything. He pulled away. "Never mind you're not worth the killing. Oh that's right I DO kill whitelighters." He grinned. "Killed three of them with my cousin. Yes three out of your kind. Quite fun so if I was you I'd shut the hell up or you'd join them."

[logan asher whitlock]

Logan growled under his breath, hands curling into fists as his anger raised within him. He was really beginning to loathe this man. This Chris he'd just met, and who he'd just been curious about. In fact, if it hadn't been for Logan opening his trap and saying 'hello', none of this would have ever been started. So why didn't I just keep my mouth shut? Because I was overly curious. That's why. Then the one word he had been hoping would never slip from either mouth came out, Evil? Oh my God! What is it with me being this... magnet... for attracting my enemies?

The twenty-one-year-old sighed, and tried to remain calm even though his insides were now starting to twist uncomfortably. "You have a lot of balls to have done such things." he pointed out, and then added in a mock-sarcastic tone, "It really shows that you're a true man." In fact, Logan didn't believe in killing; not unless it happened accidentally during self-defense. Killing and fighting were just... childish in other words for the whitelighter.

"And you think telling me that you killed three whitelighters is going to scare me? It's a shame that you would kill people of your own kind." his words evened out, and went soft. So that had been the one power he'd sensed earlier. Now he recognized it clearly. "You know what... Forget it. You really weren't worth the anxious feelings from before." Logan admitted, straightening out his shirt and turning on his heel.

"Either you can kill me now or let me go freely." he stated, swallowing hard. His stomach lurched upward more, and the brunette suppressed the urge to cling his arms around himself. He didn't want to die, but by the most recent actions Chris had proved that he could easily overpower Logan. So really, there was no sense in fighting the other. His mind whirled, and suddenly, everything went black and Logan's thinner build fell against the bridge structure.

( Hehe. >XD Chris may have some fun if he wishes with unconscious Logan. )