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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 8, 2008 9:46:32 GMT -5
Warm sand. Nice breeze. Tide pulling at your toes. Absolutely perfect. Skinner's feet played in the edges of the tide as she drew aimless circles in the sand. She was much happier in her sweats that she's rolled up, the elastic band giving her growing stomach the room it needed. Who knew such a small buldge could make someone so uncomfortable?
She even began humming a bit, resting a hand on the small perfect curve of her tummy. Who knew such a small thing could make someone glow like that? Skinner felt free now, freer than she ever had. She was on an island pregnant, and that was scary as hell, but at least she was with people that cared abotu her outside of her family for once.
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Post by Hurley Reyes on Jul 9, 2008 11:22:01 GMT -5
Hurley let himself fall onto the sand with a soft grunt. He was just above the shoreline, where the tide swept the water gently in and out. The sand wasn't as soft here as it was further up the beach toward the jungle. It was a bit more rocky with the pebbles that the tide carried in, though they were worn smooth by the ocean and Hurley wasn't really bothered by them. At the moment, the young man was feeling entirely exhausted. He'd just spent a sleepless night tossing and turning in his makeshift tent, unable to sleep. The optimism he'd first held at the certainty of rescue was fading away. Here they were, having been stuck on this island for more than a week, and no one had come. He supposed that was what had been bothering him throughout the night, the fact that he was finally beginning to lose hope about getting home. And now that he'd started to, the feeling was causing him to feel depressed and a bit restless.
Hurley finally became aware of the fact that he wasn't the only one in the vicinity. Without even realizing it, he had sat down next to a woman. It was only the fact that she was humming that made Hugo aware of the her presence, as his gaze had become fixed sadly on the empty horizon. He turned his head slowly to look at her, and didn't recognize her. "Hi... sorry, didn't see you there." He apologized.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 9, 2008 11:47:20 GMT -5
Skinner jumped a little at the large man that had sat next to her but she offered a smile as she squirmed a little to lay back on her elbows in the sand, giving her bulging belly room. "Oh it's fine. Don't worry about it." She'd seen the man before but never ahd introduced herself, but now seemed the opportune moment. They weren't going anywhere fast, rescue was not in the cards much any more, and they, as a people a....tribe almost...had to get along to survive.
"I'm Skinner," she spoke again, offering her hand. She pulled it back, resting it on her growing curve, smiling a bit. God, she was glowing.
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Post by Hurley Reyes on Jul 10, 2008 19:36:10 GMT -5
The woman he'd sat down next to smiled at him in a friendly sort of manner, and Hurley smiled back happily. It was always nice to be recieved kindly, especially when so many people on this island were so uptight at the moment. It seemed he'd managed to find one of the few other relaxed people on the beach, for which he was grateful. Hurley just found everything to be better when you took things in stride, instead of worrying over them. He wished a few other people would adopt the same philosophy, but that wasn't too likely.
Hurley took the hand that was offered to him and shook it gently. He was never one for those firm, business-like handshakes that everyone thought was the only good kind. As far as he was concerned, they were just too formal, and almost made him a bit wary. So the one he gave the woman was much gentler and more friendly. "Hurley," he offered in return. "Well, that's not the name on my birth certificate, but it's what everyone calls me," he explained. However, he offered no explanation as to the origin of the name. He never really told that to anyone. It was a story he generally liked to keep to himself, but only his mother ever called him Hugo anymore. So, everyone on the island knew him as Hurley. It seemed as though she had an interesting nickname of her own, as he assumed Skinner wasn't her real name either.
If Hurley were a bit more perceptive, he would have thought something odd of the fact that Skinner kept rubbing a hand over her belly in a gentle motion. But the big man was pretty oblivious to those sort of matters, and he was probably only likely to realize her condition if she were several more weeks pregnant. To him, there wasn't really a huge distinction between having a few extra pounds and being pregnant, until the curve is quite pronounced. "Looks like I finally found someone who understands the importance of relaxation," he said with a smile. "The rest of those guys can work and stress all they want; I'm happy right here."
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 14, 2008 5:18:30 GMT -5
Skinner laughed at the bright and happy man, not to mention large man, sitting next to her. He seemed to have a good grip on everything that was going on, despite the worries of others. She couldn't really place it, the entire ordeal in her head, but some distant part of her knew that they'd be there for a while. And for some reason, that didn't scare her in the least. No, she knew that they would be decently alright, as long as no one did anything stupid and foolish, and they listened to the people in charge.
Skinner nodded at Hurley's comment about relaxation and chuckled again, resting her hand on her stomach as she looked out at the ocean. "Relaxation is key these days. I mean, rescue isn't coming anytime soon, and if we get too stressed? Humanity shall disappear. And none of want that," she spoke, her accent twisting the sound of the words. Despite the dark nature of the statement, a small grin crookedly place itself on her face and she looked over at Hurley.
"So, what brings you to this lovely hellhole of an island my friend? Aside from the obvious," she asked, owondering why he was on the plane. She didn't know why it was any of her business, in fact it really was not. But he seemed the type to make good enough conversation with her, and that pleased her, unlike several of the others around camp.
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Post by Hurley Reyes on Jul 19, 2008 23:41:09 GMT -5
"Relaxation is key these days. I mean, rescue isn't coming anytime soon, and if we get too stressed? Humanity shall disappear. And none of want that."
Her statement was actually much less light-hearted than it sounded, and Hurley was momentarily sombered by her words. He wasn't quite as willing to give on rescue as she seemed to be. Hurley preferred to try to keep up his hope. After all, it was hope that drove them all to keep on going. It would be so easy to feel down about the situation and stop believing that they were ever going to get out of here. But if Hurley let himself start thinking that way, he knew the next wave of thought would be that it was pointless to do all this survival stuff if they were just going to be stuck here forever anyway. So he tried to at least maintain the hope that rescue would come eventually. Maybe not today, maybe not even a week from now... but eventually. "It doesn't hurt to have a little faith," he said softly. "But you're right, we gotta keep our cool."
"What brings me here?" he repeated with a slight smile. He saw the humour in her statement about it being obvious. Clearly he wasn't here of his own free will, none of them were. But he wasn't quite sure he wanted to divulge the reasons for him being in Australia in the first place. For one thing, he didn't really want to talk about the lottery money, or the numbers. Since the crash, he felt completely free of them. He hadn't seen them anywhere, and his luck hadn't been any worse than anyone elses. He was almost afraid that bringing them up here would give them new power, and he certainly didn't want to do that. The other reason Hurley didn't want to talk about it, was that she'd probably think he was stark-raving mad. Even to him, it sounded a little wacky. Cursed numbers that could burn down your house, kill your grandfather, and call a meteorite down upon the chicken shack you'd just bought? Yeah, no thanks. He didn't want new friends thinking he was insane already. Instead, he chose to simply say why he was headed back to LA. "Well, it was supposed to be my mom's birthday. You know, the day after." He said "it was supposed to be" as though time had somehow stopped since the crash. It was hard to imagine how life could go on out there without him. "We live in Santa Monica, so I was headed home to visit. What about you?"
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