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Post by Emily James on Jun 23, 2008 17:54:28 GMT -5
Emily looked down the beach as she slowly meandered down. A foreign man, Middle Eastern probably, sat, staring at the sunset. She bit her lip a little. No time like the present, right? Emily began to walk again towards him. She had heard some people blaming him earlier. Probably just because of his ethnicity. She had shrugged it off. Ethnicity and gender had never played a role in her decisions before - simply what was in a person's heart.
"Is anybody sitting here?" Emily asked when she was in his earshot, gesturing to the open sand next to him. If nobody else would talk to him, Emily would. She was open minded. She tacked on a smile, hoping that it came off as friendly and open.
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Post by Sayid Jarrah on Jun 23, 2008 18:02:18 GMT -5
Sayid slowly opened his eyes as he heard a female voice asked him if anyone were sitting next to him. He looked up and saw the female just earshot away from him. Sayid bit his lower lip. He wondered if that fool he had fought with sent her over, but as he studied her appearance it seemed that she wasn't that kind of person.
Sayid smiled and nodded, "Nope, you're welcome to sit if you choose" Sayid said in a sort of British accent. Sayid was surprised that someone would actually want to talk to him. He decided that he wouldn't spill his guts to this girl that was offering to sit next to him.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 23, 2008 18:07:17 GMT -5
Sayid smiled and nodded, "Nope, you're welcome to sit if you choose" Sayid said in a sort of British accent.
Emily smiled again and sat down slowly. She turned to face him a bit more. "I'm Emily," she held out her hand. He seemed withdrawn...like he could use someone to talk to as much as she did. Or even just an acquaintance or something. Opening up was the surest way to let people know who you were. It would come in handy when something bad happened and someone tried to blame you. The more people you know, the more can vouch for you since they know that you would never do something like that.
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Post by Sayid Jarrah on Jun 23, 2008 18:17:02 GMT -5
"Nice to met you Emily" Sayid said as he held out his hand also and shook her hand. "I'm Sayid and before you ask, I didn't blow up the plane because if I really did I would have killed us all." He said to Emily. He had to get that out into the open and off of his chest. He had been waiting to say that to anyone that would listen and nobody seemed to want to talk to him or listen.
He smiled as he looked at Emily. "Isn't it beautiful?" asked Sayid, referring to the sunset,as he looked out into the sunset. "I remembered watching the sunset in my childhood, I don't ever remember taking time out of my adult life and watching it" He decided to try and make friendly conversation. He hoped that him talking to her wouldn't scare her away. Emily didn't seem like the type to run away from a simple conversation, but sometimes it could happen.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 23, 2008 18:24:23 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you Emily," Sayid said as he held out his hand also and shook her hand. "I'm Sayid and before you ask, I didn't blow up the plane because if I really did I would have killed us all."
Emily smiled a little. "Actually, I never believed that you did, but it's good to know," she kept from laughing a little. "I tend not to judge people by their ethnicity, but rather their intentions."
"Isn't it beautiful?" asked Sayid, referring to the senset, as he looked out into the sunset. "I remembered watching the sunset in my childhood, I don't even remember taking time out of my adult life and watching it."
Emily turned her head to face the sun, dipping into the ocean. "It is beautiful," she nodded a little and then listened as Sayid talked about his childhood briefly. The idea made her smile. Childhood was such a good time of life, where things were simplistic and just as they should be.
"I still watch it from time to time. It depends what time I get off of my shift," she explained, still staring off into it. "When I was little, though, I would go swing in the backyard and swing until the sun had fully set and my parents had to drag me in against my will. Something about twilight is so mysterious, so...unbelievably and breathtakingly beautiful."
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Post by Sayid Jarrah on Jun 23, 2008 22:45:41 GMT -5
Sayid nodded as he listened to Emily mention her childhood and her adult-hood while watching the sunset. He sighed and remembered that he did see the sunset one time, but it was a bad experience that he would want to forget. It was one of those interrogations that ended up killing a man or actually shooting the man at sunset. Sayid was naïve back than and did whatever his superior officers ordered him to do and that was one of things that they ordered him to do.
Sayid sighed, “I know what you mean it is just gorgeous.” He annouced as he watched the sun continued to go down. “So what did you do before we crashed here?” He asked curiously. He always wondered what the other survivors did for a living.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 24, 2008 9:09:09 GMT -5
Sayid sighed, "I know what you mean it is just gorgeous." He announced as he watched the sun continued to go down. "So what did you do before we crashed here?" He asked curiously.
"I was a nurse at a hospital in LA," she tilted her head a little, thinking about it. "I've been in the neonatal wing for over three years." Ah, the little babies. They made Emily's life so much better with their smiles, giggles, and dependency. Although, Emily was probably just as dependent on them as they were on her. They kept her sane with everything that dealt with Edward. When things looked like they had turned worse, Emily just had to go to the little babies and they would keep her grounded. From crying and loosing it. They gave her hope for him, that he would live and it would turn out perfect. "What about you? What did you do?"
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Post by Sayid Jarrah on Jun 24, 2008 9:48:00 GMT -5
Sayid nodded as he listened to Emily. “I was in the military for about eight years, but that was in the early 90’s during the Gulf War” Sayid didn’t want to go into detail about what his duty was in and whose side he was on, but if Emily asked he would tell her it just seemed that she was the kind of person to trust at this time and he respected her for that. “And after my military services I become a Chef in France"
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Post by Emily James on Jun 24, 2008 10:58:02 GMT -5
"I was in the military for about eight years, but that was in the early 90's during the Gulf War. And after my military services I became a chef in France."
Emily blinked a little. "Wow. That's a pretty impressive resume," she commented softly. She had only had that one job her whole life. When she was a high school and college student, she was studying too much to have time for a job. Just so she could become a nurse...along with her extra research on comas to see if she could get Edward to wake up. Emily briefly thought about a couple books on the subject in her carry on bag. Maybe she would be productive here. It would give her time to research a bit more...add into her notebook of coma notes. Yes, she had a notebook for the whole thing. It helped her create new theories to test out. Emily snapped out of her brief coma and Edward thoughts and back to her conversation with Sayid.
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Post by Sayid Jarrah on Jun 24, 2008 13:15:20 GMT -5
“Yeah it sure was” Sayid commented about his life resume. Being in the Military was all glorious and all, but after killing or torturing innocent people it just seemed kind of useless for him. He hoped that one day he wouldn’t have to use his skills in interrogations on this island at all cost. It just seemed that he shouldn’t put it to use anymore. He sighed as he watched the sun disappear for good. It had become dark now. “Well, I surely hope the people that were going to get the transmitter come back soon because I really want to get off this rock”
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Post by Emily James on Jun 26, 2008 9:56:59 GMT -5
"Well, I surely hope the people that were going to get the transmitter come back soon because I really want to get off this rock."
Emily nodded. "It'll be nice to get home," she murmured, pulling her knees up and resting her chin on them. Not that she wouldn't enjoy an extended vacation, but Emily was quite content with her life, even if she spent most of it working, with Edward, or researching. Consistency was something that Emily liked and wished to keep. The new and unfamiliar frightened her a little. Not that she would admit it to anyone. It would get people to try and get her out of her comfort zone, a place that she particularly enjoyed living in.
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Post by Sayid Jarrah on Jun 27, 2008 17:19:06 GMT -5
Sayid nodded at Emily. "I'm probably going to have to find a new place to live, I'm sure everything in my home country is gone. I'm not sure if I want to go back to Iraq" He sighed as he thought of back home. He missed his country, but wasn't sure if he should go back or not. He didn't know why, but it would seem a lot safer to get away his country than to live in that country. It was a very hectic country to live in, but that was life.
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Post by Emily James on Jun 28, 2008 15:12:22 GMT -5
Emily bit her lip, nodding a little. She had never been to the Middle East, but she knew that it wasn't entirely ideal. She had never had a desire to visit that area either. What place was ideal, after all? Every country had their issues. Emily tilted her head a little, staring at the darkening horizon. With each moment, it grew a bit darker and soon, it would be completely dark out. She was beginning to feel exhaustion from the events of the day, but tried to shake it off as she yawned.
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Post by Sayid Jarrah on Jun 28, 2008 22:07:52 GMT -5
Sayid sighed as he gave a yawn. He was tired and just wanted to crash at the moment where he sat, but the tide might come in and he didn't want to exactly crash where the ocean was. He twisted his back and glanced back at the camp as he noticed a fire. He would love to sleep by the fire, but he knew that many people wouldn't allow him to so he needed to find an alternate place to sleep. He bit his lower lip as he turned facing forward again.
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