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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 9, 2008 12:18:48 GMT -5
Davie sat on the beach looking at the distant horizon at the end of the endless ocean. He was trying to fathom as to why they were lost. Davie was under the impression that all land masses on planet earth had been found, and it was inconceivable this place could've been missed. But then again he wasn't sure how large this island was, it could be a tiny blip on a vast blue map, in which case it was understandable.
Shaking his head, all that thinking was getting to him, and wasn't proving to be useful. Looking down he smiled at the sand. This island could so easily be the perfect holiday get-away. Plenty of sand and sea, so why wasn't it? Davie grinned as he imagined women sunbathing, teenagers splashing in the sea and kids making sandcastles.
"Heh. Sandcastles." The ocean was lapping close to him, and for no real reason, he scooped together some damp sand to make a sandcastle. It wasn't productive, but he couldn't see what else he could do at the moment to help. It was some small thing to keep him sane for now.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 12:27:07 GMT -5
Skinner huffed, getting a little annoyed at herself. Or rather the baby inside her. Oh she loved it, but goodness. Skinner's morning sickness had gotten worse, and the thought made her chuckled a bit. It was probabyl a girl, no doubt, according to her mother. Morning sickness was always accompanied by girls. Skinner sat on the the sand, streching out a bit. She'd been active alright, the little squirt. And Skinner had only been what, 16 weeks along? Maybe 18 or 20 at the most.
Halfway there. She couldn't help but force a bit of a smile, watching the ocean pull at the sand. And then she chuckled even more, looking at a man that seemed to be attempting a sand castle. Very poorly. She smiled a bit though, walking over to him. "You need a plastic bucket. It would help a great deal."
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 9, 2008 12:35:36 GMT -5
Davie looked down at his 'sandcastle.' Scratching behind his ear, it was a very poor effort. Totally unaware of the soft foot falls behind him, he jumped when he looked up to see a brunette young woman, fairly tall and slim, who interrupted him. "I think you could be onto something there." Came a soft Scottish accent. "I've successfully made a mole hill."
Smiling he got up onto his feet and extended his hand. "Davie." She was one of the first survivors he'd met so far, tending to keep quiet when all the survivors got together, he was breezed over. But that was understandable considering the circumstances.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 12:45:10 GMT -5
Skinner smiled a bit at the man's soft scottish accent and cadences, unable to ignore the attractive way the words fell. Of course everything was heightened to Skinner now. Which had been odd to her at first. She shook his hand softly and made to sit, smilling a bit. "I how you don't mind my sitting here," her own Aussie accent bled through her words. "If so then I guess I'll move. But this is the most comfortable I've been all day."
She leaned back in the sand, her elbows comfortably propping her body up as she glanced over at him.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 9, 2008 12:55:47 GMT -5
Davie watched her sit down, noting the accent, pretty sure she was Australian. "It's no great shakes." The no sounding more like 'ne' as it always did with any words prefixed with 'no.' "You're pregnant?" Which was stating the obvious, but he meant how far pregnant she was, but he wasn't the most eloquent.
Davie sat back down next to her, legs crossed over each other as he looked at the brunette. Realising he hadn't caught her name, or maybe she just didn't want to tell him, which was a fair point, he was a stranger. What he did notice about her, was she had a nice smile.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 13:12:13 GMT -5
Skinner chuckled at his comment, nodding slightly. "But you're stating the obvious there a bit. About 16 weeks," she said, thinking of her own contemplation moments before. Nearly halfway there. She glanced over at him, suddenly realiezing that she had not introduced herself at all to him.
"I'm Skinner by the way," she said, noticing a bit of curiosity in his expression. "Apologiez for my lack of manners."
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 9, 2008 13:20:01 GMT -5
"Congratulations." Davie said sweetly, wondering if the father was on the island or at home, wherever that was, but he wasn't going to ask that. It was a bit too personal as he didn't know her that well yet.
Laughing at how he points out the obvious, he nodded. "I do tend to do that. I'm not too bright. And you don't have to say sorry to me." He winked at her as he made her last statement. Skinner he nodded, thinking it was an unusual name.
Looking up the beach, he saw debris from the crash. "So what were you doing on the plane?" Curiousity peaking in him again as he cast his gaze back to the woman he now knew to be Skinner.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 13:25:18 GMT -5
Skinner smiled and nodded, resting a hand on her bulge. She knew what he was probably thinking. Wondering who the father was. Skinner almost sighe,d knowing that the little girl inside her, she just felt it was a girl, would never beable to have a dad on the bring your parents to school days. Or father daughter dances. She sighed, knowing she was delving too deep in that tailspin.
Then his question made her tense a little, but she felt slightly averted to telling him her past. She felt the strange surge of hormones flood to her and she felt her eyes tear up, trying to blink them away...unsuccessfully. "It's a long story," she finally uttered shakily.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 9, 2008 13:31:21 GMT -5
Davie was looking at his sand mound that at first he didn't see her reaction to his question. When he looked over at her and saw her tearing up, he immediately felt guilty. Somewhere deep down he was surprised he noticed she was upset. And it wasn't the tone she spoke, it was how glassy and shiny her eyes had gone.
Shuffling over to her, so he sat at her side, he put an arm around her. "Shh. Shh. It's ok." It seemed the natural thing to do, and he wasn't embarressed by her tears, it was a traumatic experience for everyone. "It's OK Skinner." Gently he rubber her back, and traced a finger softly and carefully under eye, to wipe away a small tear. "I'm sorry I asked." Davie said sincerely, still rubbing her back.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 13:38:52 GMT -5
Skinner inhaled and exhaled, sort of crumbling into his arm and shoulder unexpectedly. She felt horrible for beginning to cry like that, but her body didn't seem to let it stop at all. She cried more, reaching a small hadn to her face and wiping the trails as best she could. She continued to sob for a while, surprisingly enough. Perhaps it was the pregnancy, or perhaps it was jsut the fact that all of her emotions she'd held back and kept quite hidden for several months now.
Her sobs slowed and her face was flushed, but the tears stopped eventually and she occassionally just sucked in a shaky breath like a young child would after throwing a tantrum. "I'm so sorry," she whispered sfotly. "I...I don't know what that was." She offered a shaky smile, almost realizing now that she'd sort of fallen into the gentleman's arms unsoncsciously. "Oh geez. I really am sorry," she said again, squirming a bit to let go of him and sit on her own, a hand drifting to her belly. She noticed that a few tear stains marked his shirt and felt terrible about it, sighing softly.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 9, 2008 14:01:38 GMT -5
Davie continued to reassure her, "it's ok, I understand." No doubt hormones also had a big say in this as well. She was pregnant, and sensitive to everything, more so than before. Gently he pulled her head back, so he could see her face. Wiping away a couple of her tears, he looked her in the eyes. "It's fine. No problems. You don't have to apologise to me." He wanted to make that clear, her feeling like this was understandable.
Following her gaze, he looked down at his shirt. "That's ne great shakes, only water." He smiled back up at her again. Things like this never really bothered Davie, as long as they person felt better and see them smile,
"Want to hear my amazing story?" He asked, hoping it'd cheer her up, or distract her. But if she needed more time then that was fine. He has nowhere to be and wouldn't leave her like this anyway.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 14:17:49 GMT -5
Skinner felt him brush more tears away and she forced a small smile, thankful that she wasn't alone with that. She felt as if sometimes she was the most alone in the world, then a second later so loved. But in truth, she was alone. She was on an island, pregnant, and probably would have the baby on the island. She couldn't have been more alone if she tried.
She chuckled at his comment about his story and she nodded a bit, making herself comfortable or trying to. "Sure," she said softly. "If you want to that is." She knew that her own story was nothing desired, nor was it desired for her to tell it. most of the time anyhow.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 9, 2008 14:33:48 GMT -5
"I don't mind telling you, however, you have to stop worrying for the moment." Davie replied gently, trying to take her mind of what upset her just for a while. He shook his head, it was an amusing story, well for him. If he didn't laugh, he'd cry. But he too felt alone and isolated on the island, with no friend or family, but he'd make friends.
"Went out to Sydney with some of my mates, sort of holiday. Well group of lads together, you can guess what was going on?" Ample drinking, walks to the beach, buy more drinks and recover the next morning for that night to drink again. "Comes time to go home, and I get arrested the check in desk for assault." And as he was saying this, his scottish accent more prounounced as he got on a role, his face made a myriad of faces, currently he looked very confused. "I mean me? Assault?" Laughing he indicated himself. "You would've thought someone as short as me would just be put on a shelf. What would I be thinking if I did start a fight anyway? Swing high!" Davie grinned, with a cheeky wink as he moved some of her hair from her face.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 14:46:05 GMT -5
Skinner laughed a bit, smiling and nodding as she watched him. Fights. Assault. Violence. It all brought her back ot her own thoughts of her past and what had happened before, making her almost tear up again, but she gained a tiny about of control again. "What happend after that?" she asked after her voice had gained a sturdy sound. "Why were you on the plane to LA?"
She felt a little intrusive asking the questions, but she had to say something to get her mind off of the loomming memories of her own past. But she slid a hand to her stomach and smiled finally, keeping her mind on the baby inside instead of how it got there.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 9, 2008 15:13:49 GMT -5
"Well I wasn't meant to be going to LA, I was meant to be on a flight to Singapore to go home." Davie answered her with a defeated tone. "So taken from the check in desk, my mates were so helpful." Giggling as he thought back to that moment. "I mean wetting themselves laughing and recording and taking pictures on their phones." Shaking his head, he always had to get the short stick.
"So this mad jock gets dragged into the holding cell at the airport. Gets frisked by a rather the attractive woman. At which point I was thinking it was pretty cushy." Davie winked at her, before he continued. "And once that was done she left and in walked a rather burly man, built like a brick... out-house, wearing a pair of gloves." Keeping it clean for the young lady, trying to keep his manners, he wasn't with the lads anymore. "See where this is going?" Davie was trying his best not to blush or giggle like a girl, which wouldn't help his masculinity by any stretch. "And you thought strip searches were only restricted to films and TV series where it's hilarious. How harsh life is." For the moment Davie was doing his best not to blush anymore or laugh, it was tragic, really it was.
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