Tortured

[Kate]

Kate shrugged, looking warningly at Sawyer as he seemed to be trying to hold himself back from reaching into his pocket and crabbing a cigarette. Ethan... if he was so intent on meeting people, why did he leave when Sawyer arrived? There was something fishy about his character. Not the smell, although they all did smell pretty fishy. But the attitude, the evident struggle for speech. Why?

Ethan Rom. Insurance broker, from Canada

Kate was slightly disbelieving as she said the last sentence. She hoped she hadn't covered up as badly as him. Maybe she was paranoid. Who was going to hurt her if they were all in this together?

(OOC: Well, you aren't Sawyer when you're Ethan)

[Sawyer]

((My, we are perceptive today, aren't we? Now, you see, I am using Sawyer's acerbic wit. Because I am Sawyer. When I am not Sawyer I won't use it as much, okay, freckles? ;D))

"Right..." Sawyer resisted the temptation to add something to the effect of 'like I care' since he'd asked the question in the first place. Much in the same way he resisted the cigarettes - that is, they still played on his mind... Still, at least he knew now that Kate wasn't too attached to this 'Ewan', or whoever, and that pleased him, though he wasn't exactly sure why.

"So..." He sighed and gazed out at the horizon. "Been up to much?" It was a lame ice-breaker, since how much could someone get up to on frickin' mystery island?

[Kate]

Kate tilted her head to the right slightly and looked out at the ocean. Been up to much? Was there really anything to be up to on this island, accept talking to strangers and dragging forth suitcases? Not to Kate's knowledge, there wasn't. So that's what she'd been doing so far. Dragging suitcases and talking to strangers. Isn't life sweet.

"Not really.." She replied in a very blank tone. Being stranded on an island made you realise how interesting waves could suddenly be. Was it just because she had nothing better to do, that she developed a sudden interest in seawater? Or was it something else? Another question, did she really care? Probably not. "and you?" She then added, tilting her head to the other side as she watched another wave crash in onto the beach, and another..

[Sawyer]

((heyhey! A new Katie for me to torment! Howdy freckles!))

"Sweet FA" Sawyer sighed, watching the waves much as she did... because what else was there to do? Okay, so he hadn't exactly been doing nothing. But getting into yet another argument about the moralistic implications of stealing from the recently deceased was more than he could handle at the moment...

Damn, he really needed a smoke. Screw the consequences. Last time, as he recalled, she'd joined in until the Dr. turned up... He rocked back into a more comfortable position, retrieving the crumpled packet from his jeans pocket, extracted a cylinder with his teeth, and went to light up.

[Kate]

Kate looked to the right as Sawyer lit up a cigarette. A small grin formed itself upon her face. "Decided to continue the cancer sticks, huh?" She said. To be quite honest, Kate could use a cigarette too. She let out a small sigh and looked back at the ocean. After a few seconds of pondering, she turned back at Sawyer again.

"Pass me one?" She asked, giving Sawyer a somewhat innocent smile. She didn't even like smoking th;at much, to be quite honest. Hell, she'd do anything to get her mind off of this island for a mere second. And smoking a cigarette seemed entertaining enough to amuse her for at least a minute...

[Sawyer]

"Hell, freckles." Sawyer mock-scowled at her 'cancer-stick' comment. "Ah survived a plane crash.. a little white stick ain't going to do me in any day soon, now, is it?" It ignited with a slow hiss and he took a deep drag.. man, that was good. Little luxuries that made this all bearable. Like tormenting Jack. With both he knew he was in control, could stop any time he liked if the stakes got too high and go without if supplies ran low.

What he hadn't counted on was her asking for one. She certainly was full of surprises... and clearly a whole different person away from everyone's favourite All-American Hero. "You sure?" He raised an eyebrow, holding the packet just out of her reach. "Wouldn't want to risk upsetting the Doc"

[Kate]

Kate rolled her eyes at his oh-so-witty-comment about Jack. Please, like he would really have a problem with Kate smoking one cigarette. Okay, so maybe he'd gotten all worked up about it earlier. But she knew he and Sawyer we'rent the best of friends, and if Kate'd obey him in everything he wanted to, he'd probably tell her to not speak to Sawyer anymore. Not like she'd die of it, or anything. But to be quite honest, he seemed to be the only one who was trying to relax a bit. No matter how stupid it might be to try and relax after surviving a plane crash. Thry were gonna be stuck here for a while anyway. Might as well try and make the best of it..

She gave him an amused grin. If she'd snatch a cigarette now, he'd pull back the packet and laugh at her in the face. That wasn't good. She just looked at him with raised brows, waiting to bring the packet into her reach. "He was just being thoughtful." She said, still smiling slightly. After all, it was true. He was just trying to protect her, and she appreciated it. Though she really wanted one of those cancer sticks right now,,

[Sawyer]

"And ah'd hate to undermine him, seeing as how we're such great friends an' all."

Sawyer paused, smiling back and raising his eyebrow.. teasingly he moved to put the packet away before grinning and tossing it to her. It would almost be worth the verbal beating from Jackie-boy just to see his face when the girl of his dreams would rather spend time with a redneck jerk. Sawyer stretched out further, leaning back against one of the chunks of airplane junk littering the beach.

[Kate]

Kate smiled at his comment. So okay, they were'nt great friends. Or, just friends. Maybe they just plainly hated each other, okay. But they both had their own ways of being here, and she liked being around both, though she wouldn't easily admit it. Because being around Sawyer just made Jack all worked up. And being around Jack would ruin her next meeting with Sawyer, since he'd constantly made witty comments about 'Dr. do-good', or whatever his new nickname was.

She took a cigarette out of the packet before tossing it back. She didn't really smoke, actually. She smoked before, though didn't really get what was so appealing about it. Now she did, though. It was just something for people to do when they had nothing else to do then smoke and lean back against airplane junk. "Got a light?" She asked, giving him the all-golly-eyes.

[Sawyer]

Sawyer gave her a withering stare, then grinned and tossed her his lighter as well. He even tossed her the decent one and not the plastic contraption he'd been lending everyone else who'd bummed cigs off him. Hand trailing, his own cylinder sent a thin stream of white streaking towards the blue sky...

He could get used to this. The wilderness suited him.. mainly because he had nothing to look forward to if they ever got back to civillisation. No one would miss him. For most of his so-called friends, his disappearance would probably be 'convenient, or even 'pleasing'. Kate seemed to fit in as well.. which was odd. Someone like her shouldn't be like him...

Maybe he was too quick to judge. But he had to know if she was the same.. "So, freckles.." He ran his free hand through his hair with an affected casuality. "Anyone waitin' for you back in reality?"

[Kate]

Kate picked up the lighter and lit her cigarette. She tossed it back before taking a drag as the smoke made little cirles in the sky. Why was she even smoking? Because she was bored, that's why. It was strange how she wasn't choking on whatever kind of junk was in that cigarette, since people who don't smoke often do.

"So, freckles..anyone waitin' for you back in reality?" Kate kept looking at the horizon. She pondered Sawyer's question for a second. Was there somewhere out there, way out there, waiting for her? No. Just the one word hurt, a lot. There was no father left in her life. Her mom was scared to death for her. And the only person she did care about, she got killed. What kind of sick person must she be, not having anyone to come back to but a U.S. Marshall?

She gave him a somewhat pensive look. "No." She replied shortly, before taking another small drag of her cigarette. This was actually quite disgusting. "Why, is anyone waiting for you?" She asked, a brow raised as she stuffed her newly won cigarette back into the sand..

[Sawyer]

Sawyer watched as she stubbed out the cigarette. Anyone else he'd have to complain about how they were wasting his stash, but he got the feeling she could set fire to them all and he wouldn't care...

Okay, so maybe he should have expected her to return the question. But he still wouldn't have known how to answer. He took another drag, and considered the question. Who was waiting for him? No family, given that he was the only survivor of that particular trainwreck. No friends, because he'd never bothered with him, having that sort of baggage just slowed a Confidence Man down...

"No" he said, emotionlessly... Okay, not quite true. But how much did he want to tell her? That the cops were waiting to check he'd got back to the US, seeing as how he was no longer welcome in Australia... That his 'associates' were only waiting to kick his feet out from under him, were probably glad the plane had crashed. To be totally honest, the reason nobody was waiting for him when he got back home was that he didn't have a home to go back to. Sure, he had an anonymous room, but that could have been anywhere and he wouldn't have cared. Sawyer shook his head and concluded. "Least ways, not anyone ah'd want t'see.."

[Kate]

Kate smiled and switched her gaze back to the horizon. It was weird. Everyone was talking about getting rescued constantly, when Kate didn't really feel the urge to get off this island. Why would be a stupid question in this case, but she couldn't let people know she didn't want to get back into reality , she wasn't exactly really planning on telling them who she really was. And getting back into 'the real world' would only get her two places; either jail, or on the run. And both didn't seem very appealing.

Kate took a stick from the ground and started poking into the sand, for no particular reason. because she was bored, probably. She wrote little things in the sand, like her name, and drawed little drawins. But smoking a cigarette was even more entertainins then this was, to be quite honest. She glanced around the beach again, hoping to see something to talk about, or to question about. Nothing. So this was the island life? She wasn't looking forward to doing this every single day here..

[Sawyer]

Sawyer sighed... considering this was paradise, it was rather.. crap, really. There was only so much 'wandering along sunset beaches' and such like one many could take.. and other than that it was dull. Deadly, deadly, dull.

He glanced down at Kate's doodles and smiled. So, she was bored too? That was a good sign.. meant that he wasn't crazy. Or that they both were.. and he wasn't sure which he preferred. If the first, then the rest of humanity was like him and therefore screwed to all hell, and if the latter...then it was her-and-him against the world, like old fashioned outlaws. Idly he grabbed a stick as well, sketched out a 3-by-3 grid and stuck an X in the top right corner.. it was the first thing that came to mind, stupid and childish as it was... he handed her the stick with a feeble grin. "Your turn"

[Kate]

Kate grinned and rolled her eyes, before she took the stick from him anyway, drawing a small circle in the middle square. She held the stick out to him again, still grinning.

So okay, maybe it was a little stupid to sit on the beach and play a silly game, when there were people who might be needing help out there. But, they were going to be stuck here for some time, weren't they allowed to have any fun? So okay, it felt a bit, wrong, to do this when most people were helping out with suitcases and injured people. But right now, kate culdn't be bothered. Which was weird, because Kate was mostly bothered for that sort of things.