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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 15:20:19 GMT -5
Skinner shook her head and laughed, her face accompanied with a large smile. It wasn't a funny happening, but it really was hilarious any how. She contained herself finally, dabbing at the croners of her eyes where tears of laughter had actually began to show themselve. "That honestly is rather tragic. But I can't stop laughing about it," she said, shaking her head and trying to stifles her giggles.
She grinned at him, but then sighed softly, leaning back into the sand, her fingers still protectively fanned over her belly. "So I suppose I owe you my story as well don't I?" she asked, a bit steadier with her emotions than before.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 9, 2008 15:34:40 GMT -5
"You could if you feel up to it, but I warn you, mine isn't over just yet." Davie said once he regained some of his composure. "So after I was stood there in all my glory, I was given some overalls to give me back some dignity. And I stress some." Davie grinned, glad she was laughing and it had taken her mind off whatever was bugging. "Finally they released me, but they'd lost my passport. Comedy of errors has nothing on me. So I ended up going to LA to get a connecting flight back to Scotland. So that's my story." He finished with a small chuckle, and looked back to his compainion.
"You alright?" Davie asked her, not wanting to push her into her story if she didn't feel up to it, but he'd listen to her if he did and comfort her if needed.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 16:32:52 GMT -5
Skinner laughed t the ending of is story, shaking her own head. She peered at him, turning a little from her laying positin on the sand. "Overalls? Good God. It wounds like you died and went to hell," she muttered softly with a laugh. She heard his concern, and bit her lip slightly. She was alright in a sense. But she might as well get it over with. She had no more bruises to explain her story, but the scars, both mental and physical, were still there.
"Before the crash I had moved to Sydney on a study abroad program for pediatrics. And I fell in love. Or I thought I had. We dated all through my college career and he asked me to marry him after I graduated. But then it was like a switch flipped. He began hitting me and slapping me, more and more frequently. At first it was only around once a month, but it got to be a weekly thing. The day this flight went out, I broke his jaw, leaving and never turning back. This baby inside is his by accident, I never knew it until i came here."
She paused, slipping both hands to her stomach, remembering how afraid she'd been when she'd found out her condition. And whether the child had been hurt before she even knew about it with Erik's violence. But he or she seemed to be doing alright, kicking away. She felt her squirm and kick again and Skinner reached for Davie's hand, placing it on the spot where her skin moved. "At least there's a happy part to my story."
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 10, 2008 5:57:03 GMT -5
Davie listened as she explained about her abusive past and her boyfriend, he genuinely despised any man who could hit a woman. There was simply no need for it. But he did give a wry smile when she mentioned how she broke his jaw. "You want to forget about him. The man was a total twa- tit." He corrected, again trying to keep a clean vocabulary around Skinner, not knowing how she felt about swearing, but thinking it was unnecessary anyway. "I mean if he can't see what he lost, then he isn't worth your tears or thoughts." Davie squeezed her shoulder, hoping to make her feel better about herself, not liking seeing any woman cry, unless it was with glee.
But at least this was an answer to his question about the father, it was no one on the island, which meant for the most part she was safe. Davie relaxed his arm and let her put it on her stomach, he gently held it there, not wanting to put any pressure on her abdomen and hurt her. "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" He asked, his hand flinching with surprise when he felt something move. He'd never had that experience of feeling a baby kick and his reaction showed it. Sheepishly he smiled, feeling a bit stupid he'd got startled by it.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 10, 2008 7:55:16 GMT -5
Skinner smiled at his words about her story, feeling the slight comfort of his arm on her shoulder. She nodded at him and looked over at him, then back to the sky above where she lay. "I don't...Well I never cried about it. Not until just then. I wasn't even sure I could cry for about a year." Truth be told she'd hardened herself not to cry. She cried....the blows came harder.
Skinner chuckled at his stratled look about the kicks, smiling a bit more. "It's alright. I was freaked out too when she started kicking. But it's an amazing feeling." She smiled that motherly smile, the one that showed how much she really glowed and how happy she truly was. "I think it's a girl. The way I'm sick all of the time? And that the kicking started early? It's got to be a girl." Skinner laughed again repositioning herself and her hands when the kicking stopped, a strange mix of gratefullness and sorrow when they did. She loved the fact they stopped trying to move her organs around, but she also loved feeling what was inside her.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 10, 2008 12:04:33 GMT -5
"It's gleaming!" Davie grinned removing his hands, smiling himself. That was a first and new life always made him smile. He didn't want kids of his own just yet at his age, he still felt too young, but children made him smile, when they weren't screaming their heads off. "A girl. Might be early, but do you have any names in mind?" Davie was genuinely interested, not because he felt he had to be while talking to her, but because he was interested, he chose to talk to her, and become friends.
Looking up at the sky, he could see some dark clouds coming over. The weather was so mercurial here, changing at the blink of an eye. You couldn't predict it at all, the morning could be raining and gloomy and by the afternoon it was blistering heat, but it may not rain for a good thirty minutes, he'd keep an eye on it.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 10, 2008 12:18:14 GMT -5
Skinner laughed softly at Davie, shaking her head. Her hands still rested tentatively on her bulge, making her smile. She looked over at him shrugging lightly. "I haven't really thought about it at all," she said in response to his question. But she had a little bit. She looked up at them sky, thinking about the names she had pondered in the days she'd thought on it.
"But perhaps Macilyn. Or Lexie," she said softly. She wondered how Scott had been doing with his baby that had been due around the time she had graduated. Claire had been his wife, and she died in childbirth of complications. Scott had never been so devastated in his life and that just made Skinner think of the reality of the dangers of pregnancy. The thoughts amde her shift uncomfortably on the sand, chewing her lip a little bit.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 10, 2008 12:28:01 GMT -5
"Lexie is a cool name." Davie said thinking about the name, and how it was unusual but still cute. Davie looked at her, she seemed to be thinking of something by the way she was chewing her lip, but he wasn't going to press her, if she wanted to tell him she would. Some thoughts were private and should stay that way. Maybe if they became more better acquianted they'd share more.
"I think I should get you to some shelter." He said, getting to his feet, brushing off before offering his hand to help her up. "I got a feeling those clouds are going to drop a lot of water over this area." And it was pointless keeping an expecting mother out in such weather conditions, best to keep stress to a minimum. "You got somewhere to go?" Davie asked, still concerned for Skinnner.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 10, 2008 12:39:44 GMT -5
Skinner smiled and nodded at his comment on the name, smiling a bit. It was a cute name, unusual enoguh as well. The thoughts of a name just made it so really for Skinner. So....expectant. Funny choice of words. She accepted his hands as she saw the threatening clouds and nodded at Davie.
"I've got a tent right over on the other side of those dunes," she replied, nodding to the sand dunes close to the jungle's edge. She smiled at his concern, thinking it rather nice and endearing to have someone worry abotu her, but it wasn't her favorite thing in the world for someone to worry. If that made any sense.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 10, 2008 13:01:48 GMT -5
"I can walk you over there if you like?" Just so he didn't feel like he was intruding, but he did want to make sure she was safe. Davie as yet had to get somewhere proper to stay himself, he'd just camped down under a piece of metal from the aircraft. Wasn't ideal but it was shelter for now, until he got his act together and got his admin done he'd be sorted.
As he walked with her, at a slow lazy pace, he looked around the beach. There were so many faces he didn't know. In fact, Skinner was the only face he had a name to and spoken to. Whether it was his quiet disposition or he wasn't trying he didn't know, but he'd have to start talking to other people soon, not just be a face in the crowd. Might even be able to help out with something.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 10, 2008 20:39:21 GMT -5
Skinner wlaked alongside him and she looked over at him, watching him look at all of the faces of the people on the beach. Truth be told she didn't know all of them yet, but she did know most. She figured that if they were stuck on an island together, they might as well be halfway civil to each other.
"I don't mind. And if you need a...place to stay or something my tent's got a little space," she added. She knew most of the survivors didn't have great space to sleep, and her own was just from careful knowledge and abilities picked up from her travels in the outback.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 11, 2008 5:20:09 GMT -5
Davie thought about her offer, he really didn't want to intrude upon the pregnant woman. She was very pleasant and easy to get on with, but she had her own complications to worry about, that having him lodging with her, well he thought that might make things more chaotic and stressful. "Thank you for the offer, it's very kind of you. But I couldn't impose myself like that upon you." He was sure he could rough a couple more days then re-build his shelter.
Looking at the other tents he commented with a smile. "Looks like a shanty town." And then added with a laugh. "Keep getting the images of the 70's and expecting people to start painting bright flowers on the sides of their shelters and to wander around high on weed." It was just one of those bizarre images that came to his head when he saw the site.
"Wonder what people's reactions would be if very large bright flowers started decorating their tents. Cause a bit of a stir." Not that Davie was planning anything, a stunt like that would either cheer people up or really hack them off. Plus he wasn't sure if he could get the resources, natural dye was easy to make, but it would mean going into the jungle, with no real resason and it all seemed too farfetched anyway.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 11, 2008 7:29:41 GMT -5
Skinner chucked softly, and nodded, understanding his concern. She probably wouldn't be the easiest to get along with in the coming days anyhow, and the aversion was understandable. She smiled though. "Well at least let me help you fix up another shelter. It's easy for me, almost like one of those camp craft projects. I've just done it so many times."
She laughed softly at his perception of the camp and nodded, having thoughts the same things several times in the past days. "It does. It looks like something from a John Lennon music video. I can just hear Imagine playing perpetually in my head." Skinner chuckled at the bright flowers idea and she actually thought about it. The palce needed sprucing up anyways. If they were going to be there for a while, the dullness of the tent would grind her nerves endlessly, and Jack would be sure to tell her to stay around her tent in the coming months, giving her loads of extra free time.
"Perhaps I might actually do that, paint flowers. I'm goign to have nothing to do very soon but sit and watch my toenails grow," she commented, chuckling.
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Post by Davie Boyd on Jul 11, 2008 8:12:34 GMT -5
"I'll manage." And for some reason he felt slightly guilty about turning down her request. "However, should my shelter float away into the sea, would I still be welcome here?" At lease put her at ease that should he get stuck he'd have one person to turn to, but he just didn't feel right putting her out to help him.
Davie laughed at her soundtrack she had in her head. John Lennon wasn't the first to spring to mind for him, but now more Beatles songs we're cropping up which seemed to match this place. Or maybe it was just the perception he had on the whole thing.
"I've heard watching toenails grow is a very lively hobby." Davie joked, but kept a straight face, but as always when he was cheeky, he bit his tongue. "Maybe once you've painted flowers on your tent, you'd want to paint flowers onto those growing toes?" This had sparked the idea that maybe he would go in search of something to use as paint. Maybe natural dyes or maybe somewhere in all the wreckage there was paint.
"Do you want to go searching for something to decorate your tent with?" Though looking up at the darkening sky it was going to have to be later, when it had stopped raining, hopefully it wasn't going to be a storm.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 11, 2008 14:18:43 GMT -5
Skinner laughed and shook her head, looking up at the sky and drifting her hands to her stomach. "No I don't think we should go right now. But later if you still want to, it might me nice." She grinned a bit, stepping to her shelter as the rain started. She frowned, looking at him and hating the fact that he was out in the rain.
"If you want to chill until the rain stops, be my guest. I don't mind," she said over the rain, getting wet herself.
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