Camping? Not my thing

[Davie Boyd]

Davie had finally decided to get admin sorted. Took a while, but he realised he was going to make a proper shelter for himself, his current piece of metal was no good. Everytime it rained he had a small sized Amazon river running through his bed space. That and it really was a squeeze to get into it. So collecting together some resources, he was going about making a tent.

This was all going well until the practicality of actually setting up the tent. Davie was successful until he realised he was too short to hook his fabric covering over the metal centre piece that would keep his fabric aloft. "Bloody inanimate objects..." He cursed looking up and knowing that this was the only metal he could use and that sadly, yellow pages didn't seem to be delivered to this Island.

Dropping the fabric, and leaving it under one foot, for the moment, he rubbed his eyes. Nothing could ever be simple. Now he knew why he hated camping. It was a stupid past time for tall people. "Who knew you could have prejudice hobbies!" Davie grumbled with his scottish accent all to clear.

[Hurley Reyes]

Hurley made his way slowly across the sand. All day, people had been constructing shelters along the upper edge of the beach. They were anticipating a storm tonight, and it was important to have solid roof over your head if that were to happen. Hurley had already spent one night with water dripping onto his body from holes in the room of his makeshift shelter, and he certainly didn't intend to go through that again. So, he'd spend the morning along with several others, reconstructing his shelter. He'd layered the roof of his lean-to with palm branches to insulate and protect it from the rain. Materials were scarce now, and the suitable pieces of wreckage had pretty much been picked clean, so he had to make do with more natural construction materials. Hugo hoped that what he had built would hold.

As Hurley walked by one tent under construction, he heard someone some one cursing. He paused, sure that whomever he'd just heard wasn't an American, if the accent was any indicator. He spotted the source of the frustrated words, a man who was evidently having trouble constructing his own shelter. Hurley forced himself not to chuckle at the man's words, which would probably only annoy him, and walked over. "Hey dude," he said in greeting, surveying the man and the tent. He couldn't recall having met the man before, though he wasn't really surprised about that. There was a rather large number of them who had survived. "Need help?" He offered, seeing that the shelter was only partially finished.

[Davie Boyd]

Davie looked up at the voice. Then up again when he realised that this sizeable man was slightly taller than himself. Head tilted to one side, he had to take a breath before he said something sarcastic or frustrated. It wasn't in his nature to be hostile, but he was having a bad few hours so far.

"Hey." Sighing he bent down and picked up the fabric of his shelter, and then indicated how he couldn't reach the metal and hook it on. "It's things like this that drive you to smoking and alcohol." Dropping his hand to one side he scratched the back of his neck, shaking his head. In fact Davie was struggling to remember the last time he'd had a cigarette, and was now feeling the craving effects, just to had to his 'traumas' of the day. Another frustrated sigh and he looked back up at the man before him with a wry smile. "Short man syndrome is alive and healthy as ever." Living by the creed of sense of humour at all times.

[Hurley Reyes]

Hurley quickly became aware of the problem that was halting the man's construction, as he indicated that he couldn't reach high enough to fasten the fabric over the roof of his shelter. Hurley wasn't necessarily the tallest of people, but he was certainly taller than the man standing in front of him and was fairly certain he could be of some help. Hurley was always hoping to be a helpful guy. It seemed like all the other survivors had their roles in the group, Jack being the doctor, Jin being the fisherman, etc. Hurley didn't really have a role, so he was constantly trying to find other ways to help out.

He chuckled at the man's words. "Well, you're probably safe. Last I heard, Jack was hoarding all the alcohol anyway, for... medical stuff." Hurley smiled at the fact that this man had such a good sense of humor. That was something Hurley could definately relate to. He was trying to stay optimistic about the whole situation, lightening the mood with a joke here and there. Sometimes people just weren't in the mood for it, but most of the time he managed to put a smile on people's face. He could definately appreciate humor in other people as well. Hugo hated it when people took themselves, and their situations, too seriously. Sometimes it was good to be able to have a humorous perspective, despite how difficult a situation might be.

"What's your name?" He asked the man. At the same time, he reached out a hand to take ahold of the fabric that his new companion was holding, so that he might help him cover the frame of his tent with it. Hurley figured he might as well help out where he could, and this man seemed nice enough, despite the difficulties he was having.

[Davie Boyd]

"Medical stuff eh?" Davie got a cheeky grin on his face, thinking on his feet he replied, scottish accent once again evident. "Right, you hit me on the back of the head with a tree branch, knocking me out, take me over to this Jack punter and I'll split the alcohol half and half with you?" It wasn't meant at all, but the shorter guy just didn't feel like having a huff on him anymore.

Davie let Hurley take the fabric from him, nodding his thanks for the help. In all seriousness, unless he grew another four inches in the same amount of minutes, he wasn't going to be able to do it. "Davie Boyd. What about yourself mate?" He said with a smile as he watched the heavy set man sort out his tent. He knew it would stand the test of time, it was one of the perks of serving the in British Army. But thinking about it, he was now AWOL. Shrugging, he made sure everything was sorted with the tent.

Looking over the man, he seemed really friendly, and all to eager to help out, which was great, and needed in such circumstances. What Davie was wondering was just how many others on this Island were like him? It was hard to tell, his new acquaintance was only the second person he had met to date, and law of averages told him there had to be some unsavoury characters in this mix and match bunch of survivors.

[Hurley Reyes]

Hurley couldn't help but chuckle at the young man's humorous suggestion. The look on Jack's face would be priceless, actually. The doc was a good guy, but it seemed like he just needed to relax once in a while and stop worrying about... well, everything. He had the weight of being a leader on him, and that was a heavy one indeed. And if that weren't enough, he seemed to be the only guy who survived that had enough medical experience to get any back to good health once they'd been injured or gotten sick or something. Thankfully those occurances were becoming less frequent now that they'd put some distance between themselves and the crash, time-wise.

"Nah, too much work dude," Hurley said with a grin, clearly joking as well. He'd never been a drinker really, but then again he didn't think he'd mind something heavier than water right about now. Just to make him feel a little better, a little looser about this whole situation. Of course, he was less on-edge than a lot of people, and that was good. He didn't want to get too stressed out about the whole situation. He knew some people who were, and saw what it was doing to them. He figured he might as well relax and take the whole tropical island thing in stride. If he was here, he might as well try to enjoy it until they got rescued. "If you go see Locke though dude, he could probably make whiskey come out of a tree or something. He's crazy. Like some kind of jungle jedi."

Hurley took the fabric from Davie and fastened it over the top centerpiece of the structure. He gave a sharp tug on it to make sure it was really in place, and seemed as though it was pretty sturdy. "That should work," he assured Dave with a smile, and then wiped his hands on his shorts as if after a more difficult and strenuous task. Then he held out one hand to Davie to shake. "Hurley Reyes. Nice to meet you, Davie."

[Davie Boyd]

"I shall be keeping an eye out for this Locke then. Especially if he's around a tree." Davie wasn't much of a heavy drinker either, well he did go out every weekend and drink with the lads, but that was it. Never drinking in the week or on Sunday. But he could imagine some wild parties here if they hadn't crash landed and actually meant to come here.

"Thanks for that mate. Think I would've punched a hole through it had you not come along." However, he definately would've lost his rag and by 'punched a hole' he meant kick it all to hell. Still it was all sorted and he had somewhere to stay if the weather turned treacherous, which was always a bonus. "Hurley?" He looked slightly confused by this. "Nickname?" Because Davie couldn't really see how any parent would be cruel enough to call their kid 'Hurley.'

[Hurley Reyes]

"Yeah, no problem dude." Hurley said with a smile. It was sort of a funny image of Davie punching a hole through the shelter he'd built, but probably not one that would end well. Davie would probably require a visit to Jack to get his arm bandaged, judging by the materials he'd used to build his shelter. Hurley himself had had a much easier time of putting his shelter together, but he supposed that stature might have something to do with that. He had more weight to put behnd his efforts, so moving things and getting them in place was relatively easy. And of course, he also had more height, so completing the roof was much easier for him than for Davie.

"How'd you guess?" Hurley said with a laugh, at Davie's question about whether Hurley was actually a nickname. It was, of course. "My real name is Hugo, but no one calls me that." Well, that wasn't quite true. His parents called him Hugo, of course, but that was because they were parents. It was their job to make everything all formal and call him by the name they had actually given him. But his friends, well, none of them called him Hugo anymore. The reason he had the nickname Hurley was kind of embarassing though, so he didn't really feel like telling Davie, or anyone for that matter. "Trust me man, you don't want to know why."