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Post by Sawyer on Jan 23, 2006 20:40:50 GMT
All in all, Sawyer concluded, he was having one hell of bad day.
No, make that a bad week. Let's recap, shall we? Dear Diary, first some wierdos shot me, then blew up my boat. Boo-hoo. Then I nearly got eaten by a shark. And somewhere between digging the bullet out of my shoulder with my bare hands and now I got thrown into a pit by the fabled others. Fan-bloody-tastic.
Sigh. He leant back against the side of the pit, and winced. That hole in his shoulder wasn't getting any smaller, or any less agonising. Things weren't really looking up much, then. Stock take - what exactly did he have going for him? Mike, who wasn't exactly his best buddy, and Jin, who might as well have been living in a world of his own for all the use a guy who didn't understand English would be. Pretty poor hand, really, and no aces stowed up his sleeve.
Holy cow, Sawyer, how the hell are you gonna get out of this one?
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Post by Ana Lucia Cortez on Jan 23, 2006 20:49:50 GMT
"Hit me." Ana Lucia Cortez looked to Eko with all that anger and fury. Dark eyes settled on his dark features, as the woman took the elastic from those ebony locks, putting it around her wrist. Eko sighed once, as Ana nodded.
The man immediately reeled back a fist hitting the girl square in the head, that would leave a nice bruise to say the least. The coffee skinned man, brought Ana's body over towards the pit, slowly letting her lithe figure slide down into the dirt and sticks with the other three. Unconscious the Latina laid there, at the bottom of the pit, as the others stared with questioning glances.
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Michael Dawson
The Survivors of Flight 815 
A father and his son
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Post by Michael Dawson on Jan 23, 2006 20:55:51 GMT
Michael immediately raised both eyebrows, as he jumped back, or as far back as he could, eyes stinging with tears that were sucked back from worrying over his son.
"Give her some room!" he began, looking towards Jin who seemed to be at awe with the situation too.
Jin muttered if she was dead, but Michael narrowed his eyes a moment, no idea what the other man said, instead he leaned back, looking down at the woman.
"I hope she's okay."
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Post by Sawyer on Jan 24, 2006 18:08:25 GMT
"Of course she's okay, Daddyo. We're all just hunky-fuckin'-dory. Or hadn't you heard?" Sawyer scowled.
Okay, so maybe that was a little harsh even for him. Maybe he should have been interested in this newcomer. But right now all he could think about was how they were stuck in a pit, and how he was probably going to die. So forgive him if he ain't exactly Prince Charming.
"If we're lucky, they eat her first." he muttered to himself, though it wasn't nearly as funny once he had said it. Who knew that the Others weren't all cannibals? Shiver. Yep, they were screwed all right.
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Post by Ana Lucia Cortez on Jan 24, 2006 18:15:14 GMT
Eyelids snapped open to reveal dark hazel eyes, Ana Lucia immediately went into 'scared mode' pretending of course, she'd give these people a show.
"What the hell?" husky voice began, as she stared wide eyed to the three of them.
"Flight 815?" curled slightly against the dirt walls of the pity, the Latina held her wrist, it really did ache.
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Post by Sawyer on Jan 24, 2006 18:24:26 GMT
A dull flicker of recognition at first, almost smothered by his melancholy... then finally bursting into flame. Now she had his interest. Flight 815... goddam her. Nothing but trouble, and no reason to expect this latest revelation would bring anything else.
But if she knew about the flight there were only so many logical conclusions, and Sawyer, whatever else might figure in his strange identity, was indeed a very logical being with little time for all these insane stories people had been passing round since the crash (would he ever see those people again? And why did he now care?). She might be a survivor, or part of a rescue party... and if not, then at least someone who knew what was going on.
"Sydney - LA..." He raised an eyebrow, sliding forward slightly awkwardly to get a better look at the Lil' Latina who had suddendly aroused his interest, his tone conveying this curiosity through gritted teeth. "Why? 're'you on it too?"
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Michael Dawson
The Survivors of Flight 815
A father and his son
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Post by Michael Dawson on Jan 25, 2006 15:27:59 GMT
"Yeah, that's right." Michael tried to give her some space, but also took a step forward, with hope in his eyes.
"Have you seen a little boy? ...he's about ten years old..." no hesitation in his voice. He could feel the tears being sucked back into his eyes once more, as he leaned back against the wall, Jin looked to him a moment, then to the ground.
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Post by Ana Lucia Cortez on Jan 25, 2006 15:34:49 GMT
Was this guy stupid? She wanted so badly to throw sarcasm and insults his way, but this was indeed acting. With a groan as if Ana Lucia was hurt, she just began to slowly stand up, pretending to be wobbley, and her wrist did hurt like a bitch.
"No. I didn't..."
"It crashed..." ah, yes the damsel in distress act.
"What are they going to do with us?" eyes wide, as she peered up at the lid at the top of the pit.
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Post by Sawyer on Jan 25, 2006 15:48:04 GMT
Sawyer somehow managed to bite his tongue before he threw back something between 'really? I'd never have guessed' and 'give the girl a biscuit' - not from lack of motive, but sheer apathy. Waste of breath.... and she'd lost his interest now anyway. No fire... just a helpless lil' lady, eyes wide with fear... Pathetic. And disappointing. How the hell had she survived this long without any sort of spark? Ick.
The non-spleen-venting didn't last long, though, even if it was coupled with some sort of bitter realism. "Well, best case scenario, they kill us quickly.... but this island doesn't exactly believe in best case..." He flexed the fingers of his wounded arm, chasing away the numbness before it had a chance to bother him (it couldn't be good, right?). Bearing in mind what he'd just thought, he had to ask. The answer might just be entertaining enough to distract him... "You've been out here by yourself all this time? How did you...."
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Post by Ana Lucia Cortez on Jan 25, 2006 16:05:48 GMT
"I survived on my own...fought tooth and nail until they finally got to me." Ana wanted to laugh out loud, this character was ridiculous. But it was fun.
"They just threw me in here..."
"What are your names?"
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Post by Sawyer on Jan 25, 2006 16:10:15 GMT
He almost burst out laughing himself. Tooth and nail? Yeah, and they finally caught her crying over a broken one.. Ridiculous.
"Sawyer." He gestured to himself, then pointed to Mike. "This is Mike. The quiet Korean guy is Jin - don't expect him to understand anything unless y'can express it in big ol' hand gestures" He flashed Jin a thumbs up - who knew what he was making of all this? - before turning back to this new girl with a grin. "But for now y' can think of us as the best thing that ever happened to you."
Oh yes, Sawyer had a plan.
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Post by Ana Lucia Cortez on Jan 25, 2006 16:14:37 GMT
Nodding to the names the ebony haired woman smirked slightly, she might have been a good actress, the facial expression gave it away. Eko could be heard above them, talking. When he gave the signal, Ana would find out the truth. "Ana Lucia." the Latina replied, a slight smile on those light pink lips, as she looked to Sawyer.
"There any sticks down here to defend ourselves with?
She nearly saw Michael bursting out laughing a moment ,and raised an eyebrow.
"I saw this thing on T.V once...where they used sticks."
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Post by Sawyer on Jan 25, 2006 16:17:53 GMT
Sawyer had to swallow down yet another chortle... hell, this girl - Ana? - was entertaining. Useless, but entertaining.
"Sticks.." A laugh or two slipped out - this was just too much. "Yeah, right. That'll work... No offence, cupcake." Sawyer got to his feet, pulling the gun from his pocket and inspecting it critically, thumbing back the safety. One bullet... but he could probably make it count. "But this just might be a better plan, dont'cha think?"
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Post by Ana Lucia Cortez on Jan 25, 2006 16:22:14 GMT
That's all it took, Ana immediately reeled back a fist, and punched Sawyer square in the face, swiping the metallic weapon from his grasp. Now standing back near the front of the pit, a smirk over those light pink lips. "BACK UP!" husky voice began. "Hope you enjoyed that, asshole." Ana smiled innocently, aiming the gun to the blonde, then to the Korean, and finally to the black man. Finger perfectly on the trigger, ready to squeeze.
Yelling up something in Spanish a moment, as the lid of the pit opened. Eko stood there, holding the sturdy lid.
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Post by Sawyer on Jan 25, 2006 16:27:52 GMT
"Ow!" Sawyer reeled. "Bitch!"
He wasn't sure which hurt most - the punch itself, losing the gun, or being decieved by a girl. Not only was she not exactly vulnerable, but it looked like she was on their side - they being the bastards that had thrown him in this goddam pit.
"Very funny." He righted himself, the usual swagger returning even if he himself had doubts how affective or appropriate it might be. "You want to hand that back over, Anne-nah?"
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