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Post by James 'Sawyer' Ford on Jul 18, 2008 14:42:48 GMT -5
Sawyer glanced around, people seemed to be getting along pretty good and making friends. He nearly laughed at this thought. Friends? Shaking his head, he looked back to his make-shift tent. He had stuff stashed that he found in the fuselage. No one else claimed it, so he took it for himself. If anyone wanted it, they could come ask him for it, not that he'd give it up so easily though. Sawyer was a man willing to make a bargain. Why give away something, when he won't get anything in return?
Keeping to himself, Sawyer picked up one of the books he found in the wreckage. Reading was something he liked to do, and it helped pass the time away. Sitting down in the sun warmed beach sand, Sawyer opened the book and started to read the black printed words on the tan page.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 18, 2008 21:20:04 GMT -5
Skinner's eyes glanced around the beach and her own tarp tent, and she pulled on a clean tank top before exiting her tnet, wanting to go for a walk. She walked down the beach, a mango and a pocketknife in hand, her peeling and slicing a corner of it. Then she saw him, and her face automatically frowned. Sawyer. She didn't remember much from the first days on the beach, but she did remember him and his cocky attitude, his ridiculous nicknames.
"So the cowboy can read," she called out, walking to the tent with a tentative purse on her lips.
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Post by James 'Sawyer' Ford on Jul 19, 2008 13:05:24 GMT -5
Sawyer was getting interested in his book, when he heard someone come up. He didn't look up at first, considering he was almost done with his page. A slowly smirk appeared on his face. "Well, if it ain't Elle May," he said looking up. Sawyer studied her for a moment. "'Course I can read. Thank you fer noticin'." He gave her a wink.
He didn't know what to make of Skinner, or Elle May as he referred her to. He never really talked to her, or anyone for that matter. Usually, if he did talk to someone, they seemed to get mad at him. Although, that didn't matter to Sawyer; he wasn't looking for friends.
"Seems like Elle May can hold a knife. You ain't cut yerself yet, have you? You sure you don't need me to peel that mango fer you."
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 19, 2008 13:13:37 GMT -5
Skinner put another piece of mango in her mouth, chewing it as she looked down at Sawyer, a nonchalant ose to her stature. Sawyer always struck her the wrong way, but she felt a little kinder today, for some god forsaken reason. She didn't need friends on this island, especially with high dollar hicks such as Sawyer.
"I'm fine," she retorted, peeling another side to the mango. She peeled the last of the skin off and wiped the blade a little on her pants, then pursed her lips. She threw the knife, hitting one of the logs that supported Sawyer's shelter and sticking out of it, a little close to his head. "And I don't think I need your help to peel a mango."
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Post by James 'Sawyer' Ford on Jul 19, 2008 20:04:18 GMT -5
He didn't jump when Skinner threw the knife at him. "Well, I thought I would be nice to offer my assistance," said Sawyer. "Plus you ain't gotta throw knives at me when I ain't done nothin' to you, Elle May." He reached up and pulled the knife outta the log that helped hold up his tent and looked at it. "Nice knife," he remarked. "Find it in the wreckage, or is it yers?"
Sawyer looked at the girl a moment. She didn't look like the kind that would take much junk. A smug look spread itself across his face. The perfect kind to mess with. Anyone was fun to mess with. They're all stuck on some Island all alone, except for some crazy mess out in the jungle, he had to have some way to have fun.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 19, 2008 20:27:48 GMT -5
Skinner shrugged lightly, tossing the last piece of fruit to him and leaning against another log. "Just wanted to make sure I could still do it. Good thing my aim's still good. Otherwise that could have been....messy." Skinner pursed her lips lightly, looking at him as he asked the question about her knife, part of her felt that was a little bit personal. It was hers, but why he wasn't abotu to find out.
"Found it," she answered. "Found it in a duffel I was looking through for some pants." She watched him and outstretched her hand, palm up. "Can I have it back, cowboy?"
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Post by James 'Sawyer' Ford on Jul 20, 2008 9:07:44 GMT -5
"Ah," said Sawyer. "Wonder how this thing got through security then. Find it in a duffel that the Marshall had I reckon?" He looked at the knife again, then back up to Skinner. "I'll hafta think about it fer a second. I mean, you threw it at me when I ain't done nuthin' to you." Sawyer pretended to think about it. He could just keep it and get her pissed off at him, or he could give it back. Oh the choices.
Finally, Sawyer put the knife back in her palm. "Don't throw it at me again Elle May. I ain't gonna do nuthin' to you. Besides, you need to have it fer better things, like peelin' food other than throwin' it at people." Why was he being sort of nice to her? He could be mean and have her hate him, but she probably already hated him just like everyone else did. That wasn't a problem at all. "So you just decided to walk over here to practice throwin' a knife at me? That was very kind of you," he said sarcastically.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 20, 2008 9:24:07 GMT -5
Skinner laughed a bit when he handed her the knife bac, shaking her head as she closed it and stuck it in her pocket. "I never was aiming for you. Trust me Sawyer, if I was, you wouldn't be talking to me right now." She listened to his question and shrugged lightly, looking out at the rest of the beach for a second, then at him.
"I just wanted to stretch my legs a little I guess," she answered truthfully. "The knife throwing was jsut a bonus." She chuckled once, leaning over and looking at the cover on the book he had been reading. "What's the title?" she asked.
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Post by James 'Sawyer' Ford on Jul 20, 2008 13:04:09 GMT -5
Sawyer closed his book, but kept his thumb on the page he was currently on so he wouldn't lose his place. "Ah, I see," he replied. Sawyer had been shot at before, but never had he had a knife thrown at him. There was a first time for everything he reckoned. "I guess I can't blame you fer stretchin' yer legs. There ain't anythin' to do here really." He looked to the cover of his book. "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea," Sawyer replied. "It's prudy good actually. I reckon you wanna read it after I get done with it?" A semi smug look appeared on his face. If she wanted to borrow it, Sawyer was going to have to see if he could get something out of it. Nothing too horrible for her.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 20, 2008 16:22:03 GMT -5
Skinner laughed but tilted her head. "If I ever get desperate enough to read 20000 leagues under the Sea, you'll be the first to know," she said. She really detested the book, not her style of writing. Skinner watched Sawyer hold the book and thought of what she should be doing, or what she could be doing. Making smoke signals was about as creative as it got around there and even that was pointless.
"Anything else besides that?" she asked. She stood but as she did a sharp intense pain shot through her abdomen and she doubled over. It was almost like someone was stabbing her through with a knife and her eyes teared as she gritted her teeth, her hands grasping into the sand.
She didn't know what was going on, but her abdomen was contracting like a balloon. That couldn't be good.
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Post by James 'Sawyer' Ford on Jul 20, 2008 19:17:02 GMT -5
Sawyer raised his eyebrow. "I take it you don't like this book. I think it's actually prudy good." He studied her for a moment. "Whaddya mean anythin' else besides that? Books? I got a few mystery books in there and I don't know what else." There wasn't anything to do other than read, which Sawyer didn't mind doing. Although, he would have to find something else to do other than reading all the time.
As she doubled over, Sawyer wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't just leave her there. If anyone said anything about him being nice, he would take care of that. "Look, Elle May, I'm going to pick you up," he said dropping his book and moving to her side. "So don't try ter fight me. I'll get you to the doc." Sawyer reached his hands out to pick her up.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 20, 2008 19:30:54 GMT -5
Skinner looked at him, a slight glass and grit in her eyes but she couldn't fight him. She swallowed and nodded at him, trying to gather herself and her thoughts. She gripped Sawyer's hand and for the moment forgot that she practically detested the man. All she could think about was her baby inside her. and that this wasn't good. She was no prenatal or neonatal doctor, but this couldnt' have been good.
"Jack....doctor....baby...." she gasped out, the searing pain running through her slight curve of ehr abdomen again.
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Post by James 'Sawyer' Ford on Jul 20, 2008 19:50:52 GMT -5
Sawyer knew that he couldn't just leave a pregnant woman alone while she was in pain. Even though he tried to make people hate him, that didn't mean he didn't have a heart. Carefully picking her up bridal style, he made his way quickly, but carefully towards Saint Jack.
"Doc," Sawyer began to yell. "Doc!"
After this, Sawyer couldn't have everyone thinking he was soft hearted. That wasn't going to happen. Although, his worries of what people were going to think left. For once, he wasn't thinking about himself. He didn't want this baby to be born and something happen to it's mother. He knew what it was like growing up without one, and he wasn't about to let this kid do it either. That's the only reason why he was doing this.
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jul 20, 2008 20:49:40 GMT -5
Skinner heard him yelling for the doctor but ear ears and vision seemed to fuzz up from the pain. And she began to flash back.
Skinner held Scott's hand in the emergency room, holding it tightly. They'd been there for hours and Maci was still in surgery. Skinner swallowed tightly as the doctor came out of the emergency room and Scott autimatically jumped up. "How is she?" he blurted out. The docter took a deep breath and looked between Skinner and Scott a couple times.
"Maci is fine. But the baby is not. For some reason, she began to go into labor. This isn't uncommon in the 5th month, but it's odd enough that we'll run some tests on her. But we...we lost the baby." Scott punched the wall nearby, angry tears running down his cheeks.
Baby Parker was gone.
Skinner snapped back and looked frightened, not really looking at Sawyer but anything else around. "Misscarriage," she whispered, almost inaudiably.
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Post by James 'Sawyer' Ford on Jul 20, 2008 21:08:57 GMT -5
Sawyer looked down at the woman in his arms. Miscarriage? "No, no. It's alright. The doc will help you," he said with a little comfort in his tone of voice. "Doc! Need yer help," he yelled again. He looked back down to Skinner, but continued to rush towards Saint Jack's tent. The walk to his tent seemed to take forever.
"It'll be alrigh' Elle May. Don't look so scared. Relax. I promise, things are gonna be fine. Doc is almost here."
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