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Post by Sawyer on Nov 7, 2005 22:01:59 GMT
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Post by Shannon on Nov 7, 2005 22:05:09 GMT
Shannon Trotted off after Sawyer trying to catch him up, she eventually reached his tent and said. "Sunscreen, do you have any?" She sounded all out of breath, but tried to stay calm and relaxed.
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Post by Sawyer on Nov 7, 2005 22:12:26 GMT
"Might do.."
Sawyer's face snapped into its customary self-satisfied smirk. He knew full well he had gallons of the stuff, collected from people's suitcases. But he wasn't going to just hand it over... he was running a business of sorts, after all, and it would be stupid to give people the idea he was running some sort of charity... Might as well act like the asshole he was from day one, stop them getting their hopes up.
Besides, he was already missing Jaz's ascerbic wit and needed a new target... If Sticks was as much of a bitch as stereotyping lead him to believe, then she seemed like a good prospect for some bloody-minded banter, and he needed to start sussing people out, seeing how far he could push people, and how. Guess the con-man never really leaves...
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Post by Shannon on Nov 7, 2005 22:15:32 GMT
Shannon "What's that supposed to mean, do you or don't you?" She looked like a spoilt kid, she was about to have a tantrum or storm off.
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Post by Sawyer on Nov 7, 2005 22:26:29 GMT
"Means ah might do..." He scowled back, albeit playfully. "Ah could look..."
And with that he made an affected show of searching round Shannon.. pausing as he overemphasised his inability to get round her... He glanced down at the piles of suitcases within his tent (behind her), then up at her, smiling again. "If y'don't mind.. it would be a hell of a lot easier if y'weren't in mah light, sticks"
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Post by Shannon on Nov 7, 2005 22:30:07 GMT
Shannon "Lightsticks? What the hell is that?"
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Post by Sawyer on Nov 7, 2005 22:32:24 GMT
Sawyer looked at her sidelong, his tone withering. "Light, comma, sticks."
He ran her up and down with his deep dark eyes, before pausing on her face and smiling. "As in those.." - his gaze dropped for a minute before returning to her face - "legs of yours." Hell yeah, he had her figued. Game, set, match.. and play her like a fiddle the whole damn time
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Post by Shannon on Nov 7, 2005 22:35:12 GMT
Shannon "As much as I like the new nickname Chief" She looked down at him, staring into his eyes, trying to beat him at his own game, then she continued. "Do you have the stuff or what?"
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Post by Sawyer on Nov 7, 2005 22:41:48 GMT
Oh, she was trying. And that just made everything so much more entertaining. While she was talking, he pretended to rummage around her, trying to put her off balance, or disconscert her with his lack of attention... she was probably expecting him to go all ga-ga at the sight of few curves... Well, sorry sweetcheeks, guess you were wrong.
He knew where the stuff was all along, of course... This was structured chaos. "Ok, ok.. Ah got your damn stuff" he said, retrieving it and standing up, careful not to look at her. Ha, that should throw her - what would she do with a man who's tongue didn't fall out the moment he clapped eyes on her?
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Post by Shannon on Nov 7, 2005 22:45:06 GMT
Shannon "Thanks" She took the cream from him and lowered the sarong off her shoulders and continued. "Would you mind?" She held out the bottle over her shoulder and waited for a response from him.
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Post by Sawyer on Nov 7, 2005 22:48:28 GMT
Oh-ho, so that was it, huh? Still thought she could play him? Well, every player gets played sooner or later.
First off, he'd play dumb "Mind what, Sticks?" And then play the trump card - find out once and for all what was going on in that head of hers. "Oh.. that. 'Course not.. but" - and here he smiled to himself again - "Captain Falafell might..."
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Post by Kate on Nov 8, 2005 1:57:34 GMT
Kate
Kate was sitting somewhat down the beach, watching the pair with apparent enthusiasm. They'd make a match... yeah right. She laughed quietly. Although Kate was with Shannon, she couldn't help laugh at the was Sawyer was treating her. She didn't like Shannon, for Kate's first memory of her on this island was of her painting her toenails. Get a grip!
Kate watched as Sawyer played the fool, then jumping into 'sudden realisation' mode. Sawyer would probably play the 'wrong one' card next. Typical with men. Kate herself would have used 'what?' then the classic agrrement, then turned on the scorn. But Kate seemed to do things differently. This was like a comedy, one of the few times she was allowed to laugh. Since the close shave... STOP IT! Kate yelled at herself inwardly, for the hundredth time that day and who knows how many in a lifetime? It quite ruined the fun for her. But then she watched again, this time laughing out loud at the unexpected surprises this 'reality TV show' had to offer. Because that's what it was like. The crash. But then again, Kate thought, wasn't a reality TV show just like life?
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Post by Shannon on Nov 8, 2005 20:08:38 GMT
Shannon Looked at Sawyer slightly confused by his remark, then she looked at where he was looking. Towards Sayid, she turned sharply back to Sawyer and looked him in the eye and said. "You know what, your right. I will go ask him instead, he knows how to treat a lady." She walked away from his tent and towards Sayid and shouted. "Your loss Chief, Maybe next time"
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Post by Kate on Nov 9, 2005 6:11:23 GMT
Kate
Kate chuckled, rolling over in the sand and lying on her back. Her eyes were trained on the sunny blue sky, and by just looking there Kate could imagine she was at home, before it all... before everything.
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Post by Sawyer on Nov 9, 2005 12:20:34 GMT
"Mornin' Freckles..."
Sawyer strolled out of his tent, coming to a halt a short distance away from where Kate lay on the sand. He leant back on a chunk of the fuselage and, running a hand through his hair, reached into his pocket to retrieve a pack of smoked and his lighter. He lit up and stood, eyes trained on the horizon... Not that he thought he'd see anything, of course.
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