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Logan walked up the path of the mountain. It had snowed the night before, so as he walked, he could hear the snow crunch under his feet and his shoes pressed it into the groun. he didn't wear a jacket today dispite the temperture of the early mornign hours. the sun was just barely breaking through the darkness on the horizon and the slim wisp of light dimly lit the mountainside.
Logan dressed up a little more than normal today, not really havign reason to do so. he wore a pair of black shoes and a black suit with dark grey lines running vertically along the suit. under his suit, he wore a grey dress shirt along with a purplish black tie. he continued walking with his hands in his suit pocket until he reached a platue. It was definately not the summit of the mountain for the peak of it still extended another 100 yards upwards or so. there was a bench that sat up against the mountainside. It seemed like it matched the surroundings and it was obvious that whoever maintined the mountain, had built it there purposly.
Logan walked over to the edge of the mountain and peered out on the still sleeping city below. Fog still lay low on the city and the few dim lights that could be seen reflected off the fog and seemed to extend miles into the air like huge pillars of light. he spun around and walked over to the bench sitting down on it. Luckily it was a wodden bench for had it been made of metal, it would probably have been rather cold and cuncomfortable. he sighed as he leaned his head back up against the hard side of the mountain and peered strait up listening to just how quiet it was up here at this early in the morning.
Logan dressed up a little more than normal today, not really havign reason to do so. he wore a pair of black shoes and a black suit with dark grey lines running vertically along the suit. under his suit, he wore a grey dress shirt along with a purplish black tie. he continued walking with his hands in his suit pocket until he reached a platue. It was definately not the summit of the mountain for the peak of it still extended another 100 yards upwards or so. there was a bench that sat up against the mountainside. It seemed like it matched the surroundings and it was obvious that whoever maintined the mountain, had built it there purposly.
Logan walked over to the edge of the mountain and peered out on the still sleeping city below. Fog still lay low on the city and the few dim lights that could be seen reflected off the fog and seemed to extend miles into the air like huge pillars of light. he spun around and walked over to the bench sitting down on it. Luckily it was a wodden bench for had it been made of metal, it would probably have been rather cold and cuncomfortable. he sighed as he leaned his head back up against the hard side of the mountain and peered strait up listening to just how quiet it was up here at this early in the morning.