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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 6, 2008 21:50:47 GMT -5
Skinner watched him panic a bit, and thought it rather interesting, or would have had her own panic not clouded those thoughts. But she kept her own worries hidden, a trained method she'd used for so many times around Erik. She looked out at the pouring rain and it wasn't getting any lighter, but they wouldn't be abel to stay in the cave.
She wlaked over to Jack, grasping his hand. "Let's go. We can't stay here," she assessed, not waiting for a response before tugging him into the rain. It wasn't like they had a choice.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 6, 2008 21:58:59 GMT -5
Jack laughed as she suddenly pulled him out into the rain. She was stronger than she looked, by far, and soon he was resoaked as they ran blindly for camp. He pushed through the branches and trees, trying to keep up with her. This wasn't a dark rain, like the one that had accompanied their trip to look for the transceiver. That had been a rain of death. In that case, the pilot's death. It had been foreboding. This was different. He caught Skinner again and grabbed her by the back of her shirt just barely. "damn, slow down would you? You're fast." Jack heaved as he looked and saw camp on the horizon. "Oh, well guess, we're here... What are you gonna do now?" Jack felt like a dork asking her, but he was actually enjoying his time with Skinner for once ( ).
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 6, 2008 22:06:02 GMT -5
Skinner felt her shirt caught in his fingerstips and sort of fell back against him, feeling the rain still pound her face but not as heavily. It was lightening up a bit, but she shivered slightly. She looked around for the others and they were safe inside hte shelters, probably where a wamr balnket would be. "I'm freezing," she muttered, "And I think I'll grab some dry clothes. Perhaps once the rain stops we can look for those pants. I'm dangerously approaching stripping time."
She chuckled and grinned, walking toward camp as the rain lightened to a mere sprinkle. damn island weather.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 6, 2008 22:14:30 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan. I'll grab some dry things too. He separated from her to walk back to his own tent, waiting for the rain to clear, and noticing it did as they got back to their respective shelters.
"Fantastic." He muttered the word to himself as he pulled his shirt and pants off, changing into a set he kept in his tent so it would stay dry in case of rain. The blue shirt fit snugly, and the jeans were a bit loose, but he had a belt, which he secured around his waist presently, and headed back out in to what was now a beautiful sunny island afternoon.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 6, 2008 22:22:03 GMT -5
Skinner walked to her tent and shrugged off her wet clothing, slipping on a deep blue tank top and a pair of jeans she couldn't button. She walked out into the sun, over to Jack and sighed looking down at her bulge. "This, is going to get annoying," she scowled, running a hand to the smooth curve and shaking her head.
She squirmed in the pants again, the material causing her to itch a bit in the muggy heat, but perhaps she was just uncomfortable as always. Yeah, that was just it.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 6, 2008 22:32:25 GMT -5
Jack laughed. "What's the waist size on those, and no, I won't guess. I'll just say we should look for stuff maybe six or so inches bigger, that should get you through to the end if we find a belt, too." He smiled at her. She really did seem to be glowing, and Jack wasn't sure if it was the pregnancy or something else that did it. He pushed the thought away and nodded his head, leading her in the direction of the luggage pile, in which they would hopefully find some of the discarded clothing from one of the less fortunate passengers.
He pushed that morbid thought away, wondering if Skinner was at all worried about wearing the clothes of a recently deceased woman. It all reminded him of the scene near the end of Dickens' A Christmas Carol. A shiver ran down his spine and he kept walking, grabbing Skinner's hand as she fell behind a bit.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 6, 2008 22:42:52 GMT -5
Skinner laughed at his comment about her waistline and shook her head, adjusting the pants a bit. "I was a size 4 thank you very much," she answered, pursing her lips rather playfully. Perhaps she was glowing, but as to why she couldn't tell. Perhaps it was the pregnancy, or perhaps something. But she glowed all over now, now just on the outside either.
She felt him tug her along and she sped up to him, nearly passing him as they walked. "Oh come on. Slow poke." She grinned crookedly, laughing slightly.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 6, 2008 22:56:06 GMT -5
"Har har, I believe I was puling you along, babe." Jack laughed and passed her again. Before long they were at the pile of luggage which had been accrued after the crash. Jack started looking for luggage tags with female names on them and opening them on to the beach. He stopped when one thing in particular caught his eye and held up a small piece of purple lingerie, holding it up between himself and Skinner, appraising it.
"Hmm... maybe after the delivery." He said, winking at her and continuing to look through the pile.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 7, 2008 6:50:49 GMT -5
Skinner rolled her eyes at Jack about him pulling her along and she made her way to some of the luggagge that appeared to belong to females. She pulled out a...well it wasn't really a swimsuit. It look more like a Speedo for men than anything else. She tossed it to Jack, it landing right on his shoulder and laughed. "Perhaps you can get a heaad start on that dream career of yours for Chippendale's. You could even start a chain right here!" She laughed again, then found something quite familiar.
It was a bag that she'd thought she had lost, her own duffell. She pulled it over to the side and opened it, forgetting what she had packed within it. She pulled out varios shirts and some shorts, a few pairs of panties and bras, and at the bottom she found a picture. Her picture. It was a picture of her family, Her mother and father acting like school kid's and mindy's mom kissing her dad on the cheek. Her brother and his wife, his hands on her swelling belly. and her little sister in her graduation cap and gown. It had been taken last year, when Skinner had flown in for Lissy's graduation.
She chuckled, holding the picture for a moment before sticking it in her pack and rummaging through the duffell again. "Looks like I found my missing bag." She laughed finding her red satin set of Victoria's Secrets that a friend had bought her for Christmas, something she'd never worn. "Oh good God."
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 7, 2008 22:43:19 GMT -5
Jack's face flushed slightly at the site of what Skinner brought out of her luggage. Her exclamation only served to raise the color in his face and soon he burst out laughing, heartily and happily, for the first time since he had crashed on this island. She was quickly trying to hide the small red lingerie, but Jack had already seen it, and he wouldn't let her live it down. Not no way, not no how, as his mother would have said.
"So, Skinner, you have to tell me, don't you get cold at night wearing those? I mean, there's really not much material there at all. Maybe you should go back to the store and ask for the rest of the outfit, unless you bought it at a sale price. Fifty percent off for fifty percent less material." This proved too much for Jack and he fell back on his butt, laughing hard as he threw a much too small shirt on to the pile of luggage they had gone through.
"Well, at least it's good you found your own stuff. Anything there you can use or is it all the same size as what you have on now?"
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 8, 2008 9:12:24 GMT -5
Skinner glared at Jack, but couldn't help but start laughin as well. It was rather hilarious, and she had hoped that her friend hadn't spent too much on 'half the outfit'. "Actually, a friends got it for me for Christmas. I've never worn it," she declared, holding up the tags that the price had been ripped off of.
She glanced through the bag, sighing a bit, knowing that very few of her things would be bigger than her pants now. But she rummaged to the bottom, finding some of her elastic workout pants. "Oh thank God for sweatpants," she muttered, pulling out around 4 pairs of them. "Alright buster, turn around," she said, making to take off her pants now and slip on the sweatpants. She been uncomfrtable for days, probably weeks, and it was high time to change that.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 8, 2008 12:51:19 GMT -5
"Aye aye, captain." Jack turned around and looked through some more luggage, finding some larger women's shirts that may also be of some use to Skinner eventually. When she had finished he turned back around, holding up one in particular that had a picture of the Muppets Band, 'The Electric Mayhem', on it. "One of my favorites," he said solemnly.
He tossed it and a couple others over to her. "What do you think? Good for now? Or should we keep looking?" In actuality, hunting through all the deceased and missing's clothing was a little weird to Jack. It felt morbid and wrong, like graverobbing, a sensation he was getting often, despite the fact that he still continually did it. He wondered if Sawyer ever felt this way.
"Either way, I'm stickin' with you. If that's ok, I mean."
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 8, 2008 14:22:30 GMT -5
Skinner turned in time to catch the shirts that he'd thrown. WEll caught them in her face more than her hands. Skinner laughed at his comment about Muppets Band, shaking her head. "You oldie," she commented, laughing slightly. In truth, she liked them herself. "But I think I'm good for now," she told him, folding the shirts and putting them in her pack.
"No. You're not allowed to stick with me. My gosh," she teased, grinnign a bit crookedly. "But if you don't mind the hormones and mood swings, hell I don't care." She laughed, shaking her head.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jul 8, 2008 22:34:36 GMT -5
"I'm a doctor. Half of the patients I saw while I was an intern were manic depressives. It's all people use nowadays as an excuse to act like a crazy person." Jack smiled and spread one arm back in the direction of Skinner's tent. "So I suppose I could at least bring you home, if nothing else."
Jack thought back on how this afternoon had progressed, and how downright fun it had been. He had actually enjoyed himself, for once. This was saying something, even before his time on the island, which had been slowly spiralling downward into a pit of despair. Here, he was needed. People depended on him, people liked him. It was a fresh start in more ways than one, and he was a bit surprised to find that the idea appealed to him a great deal.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 8, 2008 22:45:02 GMT -5
Skinner laughed at Jack, shaking her head. He was a charmer alright, and honestly she sort of liked it. It was a nice change of pace from the things she'd dealt with before. She began walking toward the shelter of her tent as the clouds began to threaten rain again. She felt the drops begin to fall again as she slid into her tent, finding a blanket that was dry, thank God.
"You can come in a guess. I'd feel pretty bad if I left you out there you know," she teased, scooting a little to make room before leaning against a makeshift pillow of leaves from the forest in a pillowcase from her things. She rested her hands tentaticely on the swell of her stomach, smiling a bit subconsciously.
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