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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 24, 2008 14:58:20 GMT -5
Skinner sighed softly, watching him. For some reason she felt he might understand, perhaps. She didn't cringe so much when he put his arm around her, but she did tense a bit. Why hadn't he been like this around Jack? Perhaps it was the fact that Jack was a respectable doctor and an older person, whom she knew would be alright. Anyhow, she felt a certain, intrigue to tell the near stranger a few things.
"I'm...not really alright. And that thing is, before the crash I was," she stopped. She still couldn't say it, but it was probably better to let the bruises speak for themselves. She raised her shritail a tad, revealing the purpled and yellowed bruises on her ribs and turned over her arms to the handprints, or waht little was left was visible.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 24, 2008 15:17:52 GMT -5
He looked at her and listened to her story. Or the parts she told. He couldnt help but think they were far too similiar. He saw her reveal her bruises and he felt sad. It reminded him of his own relationship with Mitch and other gough relationships he'd been in. He looekd at her and gave a weak smile. "Guess we match" he said. He lifted his shirt to show the various scars and brusies he had as well as the laceration scars on his back from a whip. "So who did that you?" he asked her hoping he wasn't pressing anything. He figured her showing him that though seemed like she was revealing some personal things about herself. He was willign to return the favor to make her comfortabel.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 24, 2008 15:25:15 GMT -5
Skinner looked at the scars on him and for some reason felt more angry about his scars than she did about hers. Perhaps it was some foreign instinct she had. Or perhaps she just hated physical abuse so much that anyone else treated like that made her want to punch the lights out of who did it to them. She looked at him and sighed softly.
"Not what. Who." Skinner chewed her lip and lowered her shirttail, looking at the ground. "My fiance. We...we got together shortly after I came to Sydney. And we had been together four years. Four sweet lovely years. Then he proposed, and the year of our engagement was like a switch was flipped. I didn't know him anymore." She rubbed her arm with a hand, refusing to let herself cry.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 24, 2008 15:52:19 GMT -5
(he did say who...but thats alright =])
He looked at her with a weak smile. He knew hugging her didn't help he simply rubbed her back getnly "I'm sorry...Jackasses like that ruin the name of the whole male population" he said with a laugh. He looked at her. He saw that she had been willing to bare her secret and he promised he'd return the favor. "My boyfriend did this to me." he said. "And another guy gave me the whipping on my back" he said. "It happened when I was younger, my mom needed to pay bills and she was behind again. My job doesnt really make good pay...i mean when your 17 and working at a sandwich shop...your not really raking in the big bucks" he said "So I let a guy pick me up...made 120 bucks that night" he said.
He looked at her "I hope I'm not creeping you out I just...wanted to let ya know its okay, I understand what happened to you and understand why your scared...but hey your on a fuckin god-forsaken island! He said raisng his hands in the air. "A whole new world where you dont ahve to worry abotu nuts like that!" he said with a smile.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 24, 2008 15:59:54 GMT -5
Skinner cocked her head, having not realized he was gay, or bisexual. Whatever it was. It didn't really matter to her, since she'd never been especially judgmental about all of that. She heard his words, then sighed, shaking her head. She wasn't safe, and it wasn't okay. But how should he know that? Or should she even tell him?
"You're not creeping me you, and....I'm....I'm not exactly safe here. And as you saw before? Trust issues. It's jsut bad. All the way around." Skinner sighed, curling into herself and wrapping her arms around herself in the chily cave.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 24, 2008 19:22:24 GMT -5
He saw her cocked her head. He didn't take it personal anymore. People always gave that look. "Yea I'm bisexual" he said just to confirm her obvious suspicion. He looked at her and smiled. He was used to the stares or the judgement. Even if they didn't do it, he assumed people did and would just not let it bother him. He only attacked if they began to insult him really. He looked at her and smiled.
He suddenly looked at her curiously "what do you mena your not safe..." he said getting angered. "is the bastard here on the island?!" he said. He would certainly kick his ass. He felt Skinner was a good person and whoever did that to her deserved a similar bruise.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 24, 2008 20:08:58 GMT -5
Skinner watched him and chuckled, shaking her head. "I know. I...I oddly don't mind. It's not like I'm God, so I'm not fit to judge," she said softly. She noticed his clear protection for her and thought it odd and misplaced, but not unwelcome. She hesitated, but touched his arm, squeezing it lightly.
"He's not here," she said softly. What she really feared for wasn't something she could say, not just yet. She ran her hand down his arm and found his hand in the dim light, then pulled it to rest on the small pudge forming on her abdomen. She looked down, still a bit in denial herself. "It's what's coming that I'm afraid of."
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 24, 2008 23:12:53 GMT -5
He looked at her and felt her touch. It was gentle and he smiled. He looked at her. "Well we all judge let's be honest. Some more harshly than others" he said to her. "But I guess we really all need it sometimes" he said honestly. He knew that he got a lot of crap from judgement but he needed some of it...usually the stuff from his best friend.
He felt her take his hand and his suspicion was confirmed. "I figured why you held your stomach earalier" he said to her. "I'm sure it'll alright...I mean I'm no expert but, have you felt kicking?" he asked.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 24, 2008 23:22:25 GMT -5
Skinner frowned, pulling her hand from his in a subtle movement. "I'm only around 3 months," she said softly. "And I...I dan't...." She sighed, stumbling over her words again. Truth was she wasn't meant to be a mother. NEver. And she knew that, in fact she still wanted to deny the whole thing and blame it on the island heat. But there was no getting out of this one.
"I'm not cut out to be a mother," she finally whispered, looking down.
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 24, 2008 23:43:38 GMT -5
He laughed "That's what everyone says but I'm sure you'll be great" he said. "Plus you have the entire group of survivors to help you" he said with a smile. "I'm willing to help" he said "And I guess theres a doctor..Jack" he said "Everything will be all right" he said to her. He hoped he could encourage her to relax. "It'll all work out...don't worry" he said to her. He once again put his arm gently around her. "Don't worry he said to her " once more rubbing her shoulder gently.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 25, 2008 7:19:58 GMT -5
Skinner sighed, watching him try to reassure her. And had she been a normal individual, not a messed up screwed up one, it would have worked. But all she could see was a looming pregnancy on a God-forsaken island and a child to a mother that was enver meant to be a mother. But apparently God thought she needed to be a mother. It was these sort of things that made Skinner want to completely curse the Lord's name and shun him, but much as she tried and stupid as it sounded, He wouldn't let her. Every time she come crawling back, each time worse off than before.
"Chris..." she asked softly. "I hope it's not too personal for me ot ask but are you...are you religious?"
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 25, 2008 13:25:07 GMT -5
He looked at her seeign someone who he thought had gone thorugh a lot. He looked at her and gave a smile. He figured it was tough. Beign prgnant on an island did not sound very fun. He understood her worry for that reason but he felt she was worried as well too for reasons of her own.
He looked at her and shook his head "No not really..." he said. Chris had never had an exposure to religion. His mom never took him to church. He didn't even think he was baptized or anyting. He never dealt with religion and he figured he wasn't what you called "Moral" for some religious people. "Are you?" he asked
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 25, 2008 15:17:20 GMT -5
Skinner titled her head at him, not really out of curiosity or anything, but rather jsut to look at him better. She nodded, then looked back at the outside of the cave where the sun was still shining fairly high in the sky. "Though I've sort of been....off church since I went to Sydney. I pretty much said 'Screw you God I'm having fun' and look where I ended up," she said with a soft chuckled. It was rather ironic.
"But I think it's just...just the push I needed," she added softly. Then she laughed agian, shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I'm not one of those preachy types, in fact I don't talk about my religion often. Tell me if you want me to shut up."
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Post by Chris McCormick on Jun 25, 2008 15:26:43 GMT -5
He laughed at her "No don't worry you don't sound preachy. I mean I understand some people think about htat when something like this happens. I mean I guess that's what I heard a lot of people do" he said. "Me personally, I say nuts happens, shits happened all my life. A string of disasters really so just another to the list" he said with a smile.
He looked at her. "Well for a first converstaion we've been covering a lot" he said with a laugh. "It's good to know theres some good people on this island. I haven't exactly surrounded myself with good people all the time" he said. "Sept my best friend and my mom when she's not with sleezy ugys" he said.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 25, 2008 15:58:37 GMT -5
Skinner chuckled softly and nodded, but didn't really say anything to his first comment about nuts happens. It did, but she wouldn't budge on her beliefs. She just didn't have to say them out loud. She heard him call her good people, and smiled but felt uneasy. A mix of nervous pride and embarrassness crossed her face as she looked back down.
"I'm not really good people," she said softly. "If you only knew..." She trailed off uncomfortably, massaing her neck in that way she did when nervous.
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