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Post by James 'Sawyer' Ford on Aug 16, 2008 17:27:32 GMT -5
Sawyer slowly made his way out of his tent. He had a bad dream last night. The dream of his parent's death. No, it wasn't really a dream, more like a memory.
He was eight years old and there was this man named Sawyer that worked his way into his mother's life. He didn't like the man, but didn't bother to tell his mother, because she would just wave him off. Sawyer looked to the real Sawyer. He didn't look like a man he could trust. Sure enough, the real Sawyer made off with all their money. Sawyer knew that his dad was going to be pissed.
That night, when his father came home, his mother told him to hide. Sawyer did as he was told and ran to a bedroom, hiding under the bed. Here, he was safe. No one could find him. Downstairs, he heard his parents fighting, and then a gun shot. Sawyer whimpered and curled into himself, scared. He didn't know what was going on, and he was to frightened to move. A few moments later, his father came in, and then there was another gun shot. This time, his father's body hit the ground.
Sawyer stepped out of his tent to try and push that memory/dream out of his mind. He found one of his books and picked it up. Maybe reading would help him get rid of what was in his mind. Opening his book up and squinting his eyes from the sun, Sawyer began to read.
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Post by James 'Sawyer' Ford on Aug 17, 2008 19:06:49 GMT -5
Sawyer heard someone yelling down the beach and the thought of ignoring the call came to his mind. He could sit her, piss her off and not answer, or he could go and mess with her. Oh the choices!
Finishing the page that he was on, Sawyer looked up. "You ruined a perfectly good chapter," he called out. Putting his book down, Sawyer stood up and walked across the sun touched sand to Kate.
"What is it Freckles that made me come over here from a perfectly good book?" A smug look crossed his face. He surveyed her tent for a moment. This must be the reason, but why in the hell didn't she call Saint Jack over? He would more than willing help her with her tent, and probably with a lot of other things as well. Sawyer quickly looked up and down the beach. No one else was in sight. Today had to be his lucky day. It was just him and Freckles. Perfect.
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