Building sand castles (EKO).

[damion]

Damion Gardner sighed as he tired to move his left wrist. He groaned in pain as he forced himself to move it. Damion was away from the other survivors at the moment. He just needed to get away. He watched from a distanced as the people that survived the crash with him were getting ready for the sun to come down. He looked to his side as two children sat next to him. He had offered to watch the children for a while. In his opinion it was best for the children to get away from the crowd for an hour or so. Tensions between the survivors around the children were getting violent and a woman by the name of Ana Lucia asked him to take the children away and he agreed.

As he watched from the distance he noticed that the children were building random sand castles where they were at and he politely asked, “Can I help?” and the girl, Emma nodded and he got up from where he was sitting and sat next to the two and started to help make some sand castles building the sand castles would take time away and it was nice to just take time out of what the hectic crash that suddenly happened and just wash it all away by playing with children.

Damion placed his left wrist in his lap as he used one hand to help make the sand castles. The sand castles were a bit crappy, but that was only because they were doing it old fashion and not using sand buckets or anything else like that. Damion kind of enjoyed making crappy sand castles rather than use buckets to make it. Damion watched the children make their sand castles very neat while his looked like a anthill that was built by a colony of ants rather than a sand castle.

((I'm having this before the kidnapping of the children ^^))

[Eko Tunde]

Eko squinted out at the water, his dark lids closing partially to block out the merciless stream of sunlight. Its reflection off the water increased its intensity, and though he should have been used to it by now, after spending all day swimming back and forth through the surf, somehow it stilled bothered him. The man's dark eyes scanned the waters for signs of life... or rather, lack thereof. After all, he'd spent the morning dragging dead bodies from the watery grave, not live ones. It was a long, and depressing business. He was thoroughly exhausted by now, his muscles protesting even the slightest movements quite vehemently. Still, there were things to be done. But perhaps not now. Perhaps he could rest, for a while.

From where he sat in the sand, he shifted his gaze from the glinting water to further on down the beach. The children were playing in the sand, apparently contented, at least temporarily. He felt for them; they had told him that they were to meet their mother in the Los Angeles airport. Now he was not sure if that would be happening any time soon. He himself had grown up without parental figures for most of his life. He was used to hardship. All the same, though, he felt bad for the children. No one should have to experience such a trama at such a tender age. After all, he had, and he had suffered greatly because of it. However, it looked as though Zack and Emma were calm and happy, at least for now. They were building small castles in the sand, carefully constructing each one as though it were a real building, a real piece of architecture. It was an activity he himself had never experienced as a child. He did not live where there was sand; in his home, the earth was dark, full of clay.

Smiling, he rose to his feet and approached the children. They were accompanied by another man, who looked fairly young, with messy brown hair. He too was building castles with them. Eko squatted down low to the sand, and surveyed them for a moment. Smiling, he looked at Emma. "May I join you?" The girl nodded with a smile and Eko shifted positions to sit upon his knees. He began gathering together a mound of sand, unsure of how to procede. The feeling of the sand slipping through his fingers was comforting, and it helped to ease the troubles in his mind. Eko turned to the other man. "Hello. My name is Mr. Eko." he offered in introduction.

[damion]

[Eko Tunde]

Eko returned the man's smile as he introduced himself as Damion Gardner. He nodded his head in confirmation. "It is nice to meet you, Damion." Eko's speech was slower and seemingly more formal than that of the average person, but that was just the way he had always spoken, even from the time of his childhood. It was partially a result of the geographical location of his upbringing, and partially stemmed from his personality. Eko had always had a sort of intensity about him. He was generally calm by nature, and his slow tone reflected that. Of course, like most aspects of his character, it changed depending upon his emotions.

Eko then bent over his work once more. From the perspective of an outsider, it might seem strange that the man appeared to approach his construction with all the seriousness of a child performing the same task. His large hands smoothed the sand lovingly as though it were marble, rather than the more coarse material that he held between his fingers. It remnded him of the days of his childhood, though their materials were far different. They played in the dust, a far more slippery thing than the sand. When they were lucky and the rains came, it would be in clay that they made their amusement, more fun for this type of work because it held its shape, whereas dust simply floated away, out of his grasp.

The tower that Eko had been constructing crumbled beneath his fingers, too dry to hold its shape. He glanced at it sadly for a moment, before a sort of half smile spread across his face. "I was never one for construction work," he said softly, glancing up at Damion. "I think it is safe to maintain that my calling lies elsewhere." He pushed the sand away from him, smoothing it down until it was level with its surroundings once more. The children had knocked down their previous constructions and begun anew. He, however, contended himself with sitting amid the warm grains and staring out at the ocean once more.

[damion]

Damion smiled as he heard the man speak. He noticed that he was a bit slow on responding to Damion, but Damion probably had a feeling that were he came from was the result of his upbring. The twenty-four year old didn't judge people, on where they were born, raised, or their education. Damion had the experience in Iraq and he knew that the children of that country were slow at talking. Damion didn't blame the people that weren't as lucky as he was and he hoped that everyone could get a decent education.


He had met a lot of people on this day and everyone seemed to have a story. He wasn't sure what Mr. Eko's story, but he decided that he wasn't going to mention it. It seemed better to not hear everyone's stories. He wasn't a therpist and he wasn't going to be the one of the group. He didn't know why, but it would always seem that he would be the therpist of the group. It was hard to be appointed by a group to be the advisor. He personally hated to be the therpist of the group. It was just unnatural for him to give advice to other.

Damion glanced down at his work and looked at the children as he figured what they needed. They needed water. The water would help in the construction of the castles. Damion was lost in his own moment when he heard Eko speak."It was a pleasure to met you, I was wondering if you could watch the children for a moment, I was going to find something to place water in and maybe if we wet the sand, that it would be better for the children to play with wet sand in construction than with the dry sand" Damion suggested as he awaited a reply from Eko.