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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 18:24:52 GMT -5
Skinner looked out from her secluded spot on the beach, watching the waves push and pull. It was a bit past midday, so she didn't worry about getting picked of or anything at the time. She really didn't worry anyways, if anything was mean enough to take her, they'd be in for it. Her teeth ground lightly as she sighed, resting her head on her knees where they were tugged close to her body.
It was almost as if God just didn't want her to get back to normal life. This had to be a sign, or a punishment. Something. It was ridiculous. As soon as Skinner was freed of her horrid ex, then she became trapped upon this island. Would nothing be right anymore?
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 9, 2008 18:36:10 GMT -5
Sawyer carefully folded his letter after reading it and put it in the envelope, and slipped it into his wallet. He stood up and put it back in his pocket. He glanced at the ocean as he reached into his back pocket to have another cigarette and opened it up.
"D*mn" he said to himself, taking the lighter out and throwing the empty packet on the ground. He looked around the camp and spotted a woman sat near the coastline. He walked over and stood next to her.
"You got a cigarette?" Sawyer asked.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 18:41:40 GMT -5
Skinner looked up, raising an eyebrow at the intruder. She probably, in her right mind, would have said a smart ass comment and walked off, but she couldn't find the....gumption to. She shook her head a couple times, then directed her eyes back to the ocean.
"I don't," she said in a soft distant voice, one that wasn't like Skinner at all. Her eyes were tired as she stared at the ocean, watching the pull of the waves more carefully now. The emerald green in them was duller than before.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 9, 2008 18:48:46 GMT -5
"I don't" the woman said, gazing at the ocean. Sawyer noticed she was feeling down. He couldn't just leave her sitting there, he thought she might have lost someone in the crash. But conversations with these people wasn't high on his priority list unlike some of the other survivors.
"You OK lady?" he asked.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 18:54:42 GMT -5
Skinner raised an eyebrow, looking at him. "I'm just fine," she said through gritted teeth. She didn't want pity and she didn't want questions, though they would inevitably come. And honestly, deep inside she probably wanted to speak about it. To someone. But it wasn't like that would happen nor would she admit to wishing to speak about it. That was just one of those things she kept to herself.
She swallowed, and sighed, stretching her legs out to touch them to the sand on the beach. "And seeing as you don't have the decency to leave me alone, I suppose I'll be half civil and introduce myself." She looked over at him, pursing her lips a bit. "I'm Skinner. Skinner Jones."
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 9, 2008 19:01:36 GMT -5
The woman swallowed, and sighed, stretching her legs out to touch them to the sand on the beach. "And seeing as you don't have the decency to leave me alone, I suppose I'll be half civil and introduce myself." the woman said, looking at him, pursing her lips a bit. "I'm Skinner. Skinner Jones."
Sawyer looked at Skinner. Not many people talked to Sawyer like that. Ironically, that's the way he usually talks to everyone else.
"I'm Sawyer" he said and paused. "What's with you Sugarpop?"
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 19:06:02 GMT -5
Skinner raised an eyebrow at him, knowing the inevitable were approaching. But she would play dumb at first, hoping he'd ask something else.
"What do you mean what's with me?" she asked. "I don't see anything wrong here. Except for being annoyed by a rather large and aggravating man named Sawyer." She almost chuckled at herself, but settled on a half crooked smile.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 9, 2008 19:13:48 GMT -5
"What do you mean what's with me?" Skinner asked. "I don't see anything wrong here. Except for being annoyed by a rather large and aggravating man named Sawyer." She said, chuckling and giving a crooked smile.
"Well sorry." Sawyer said, raising his voice. "Sorry I asked!" Sawyer said, turning his back walking back towards the beach in another attempt to find a cigarette.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 19:19:29 GMT -5
Skinner sighed, her compassion actually surfacing, which was surprising. She rose, jogging to walk beside him. She stuck her hands deep in her pockets and sighed softly.
"Look. I'm sorry. I'm just not in the best of moods today," she explained. Not the best of moods this year would have been a better answer. She pulled her jacket closer, biting her lip. She thought about the bruises on her collarbone and neck, hoping they weren't visible. They were almost gone, in the final stages, but they were still there. Adn teh other scars would be there for a lot longer than a few weeks, if the ever went away.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 9, 2008 20:36:13 GMT -5
Skinner jogged over to walk beside him. She stuck her hands deep in her pockets and sighed softly. "Look. I'm sorry. I'm just not in the best of moods today," she explained. She pulled her jacket closer and bit her lip.
Sawyer continued to walk back to the camp. "Well, in case you hadn't noticed Cupcake, so have a few of us today." Sawyer said and stopped. "Plane crashing, people dying, waiting for the rescue that's taking its d*mn time.. That sorta thing?" Sawyer said sarcastically and continued walking.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 20:39:24 GMT -5
Skinner stopped for a moment, incredulous, but then persistently continued walking.
"Well I'm sorry anyways. You know, you don't have to be such an *ss about it all. I mean seriously. Some of us had a fair bit of sh*t to deal with off this island and all that's about ten times worse now that we're stranded," she spat, her face getting that determined and stubborn edge. "And I'm positive I'm not the only one, but come on. Do you have an ounce of compassion in your body?"
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 9, 2008 20:52:07 GMT -5
"Well I'm sorry anyways. You know, you don't have to be such an *ss about it all. I mean seriously. Some of us had a fair bit of sh*t to deal with off this island and all that's about ten times worse now that we're stranded," Skinner spat, her face getting that determined and stubborn edge. "And I'm positive I'm not the only one, but come on. Do you have an ounce of compassion in your body?"
"Ease up!" Sawyer said. "You're not the only one with problems before we got on the d*mn plane." He turned and walked back towards the main camp.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 21:00:37 GMT -5
Skinner dropped her jaw, walking faster and putting herself between him and the camp, putting her hand on his chest to keep him from walking away.
"Hey!" she said incredulously. "I didn't say I was the only one! In fact, if you'd listened, I said I positive I wasn't['/i]!" She pursed her lips tighter, narrowing her eyes against him.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 9, 2008 21:09:52 GMT -5
Skinner put herself between him and the camp, putting her hand on his chest to keep him from walking away.
"Hey!" she said incredulously. "I didn't say I was the only one! In fact, if you'd listened, I said I positive I wasn't!" She pursed her lips tighter, narrowing her eyes against him.
"Whatever Sheena" Sawyer said. "You started it."
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 9, 2008 21:12:13 GMT -5
Skinner sighed softly. She looked at him, refusing to move.
"Alright....let's try this again," she said after a few moments. "I'm Skinner. Skinner Jones, and you are?" She moved her hand on his chest and offered it for a handshake.
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