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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 26, 2022 16:46:06 GMT -8
"Okay, wait, wait, wait. I'm comin'. But what if we don't find our missing man? Or find him dead? My reward will be for the effort, right?"
Her authoritative gaze faltered as he plainly stated both possibilities, unsure if she was ready to deal with either option. She definitely wasn't ready to deal with the latter, but maybe that was better than the uncertainty. Gwen sighed and shifted back into taskmaster mode. "Yes, Sawyer, you'll be paid regardless of outcome," she stated. "A deal's a deal. Meet me over by the treeline whenever you're ready."
*** Gwen exits to F3 - Mid-Jungle Area ***
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 27, 2022 9:35:55 GMT -8
While it seemed that his words had shocked her, Sawyer was patiently waiting for a confirmation.
"Yes, Sawyer, you'll be paid regardless of outcome,""A deal's a deal. Meet me over by the treeline whenever you're ready."
"Okay," he called after her, watching as she disappeared into the jungle. "Good." The last had been more like a rather unsure whispering to himself. Had he been too tactless? Oh well, since when did he even bother? Sawyer shook his head as if that helped him get rid of any feeling of sympathy that might come up before following her towards the treeline.
*** Sawyer exits to F3 - Mid-Jungle Area ***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Aug 12, 2023 21:22:56 GMT -8
The rest of Day 15 passes by. It is now:
Day 16 - Morning
Thursday, October 7, 2004
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 21, 2024 4:47:36 GMT -8
When Sawyer had woke up this morning, he'd felt a lot better already. So much better that, instead of remaining in a lying position, dozing off again several times, he'd sat up to do something else. Well, of course, there wasn't really much to do, but he still had some unread books in his personal stock. And even though those weren't his usual, at least not from a time before all this, Sawyer was able to enjoy his stay more or less. He was alive, and people were giving him his space, most of the time that was.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Feb 2, 2024 18:40:53 GMT -8
*** Gwen enters from G3 - Area of Survivors' Camp ***
Gwen had put herself in a clinical frame of mind to go through Sebastian's things. The all-business attitude must have shown on her face as she was keen to avoid any casual conversations on the way to her task. Once she'd found the resting place for his bags, she set aside the grim, grave-robbing feel of it and set to work. Pieces of clothing or personal hygiene items that might be useful to others, she would take back to the cave -- there was no reason to hang onto them. But his books...they were too valuable to him. So she figured she would take them to where everything else of value on the island seemed to end up.
As Gwen approached his shelter, she observed Sawyer casually sitting and reading in one of the three-seat rows from the plane. Accommodations that were uncomfortable and restrictive in the air, but now a luxury on the beach. "Morning," she said, to draw his attention away from the book. "How's your arm?"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 21, 2024 1:37:59 GMT -8
Sawyer took his time to look up from the book in his hands, able to tell who had entered without having to even. Everyone had their special way to enter into his space. The trend, however, was to not enter it at all.
"Morning,""How's your arm?"
Morning wishes towards him were also rare. Sawyer smirked a little as he put the book aside. "Good morning, Nightingale. Arm's fine. How's your head?" And he didn't mean her head in the medical, or rather, physical sense, but, instead, the tumult inside. The pictures and thoughts from the recent events surely have been causing her nightmares. She could try hiding that from everyone around, but Sawyer was much better at reading people than others would think.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Feb 24, 2024 16:48:52 GMT -8
"Good morning, Nightingale. Arm's fine. How's your head?"
Gwen smirked at the bestowing of a new nickname. "Ah, it's a bit of mess, really," she informed him. A rare moment of unfiltered truth. But then again, she'd attempted to confide in Jack and been dismissed. To do the same with Sawyer would certainly be a mistake. She needed a distraction. "Do you have any of those cigarettes left?" she inquired. Surely, he couldn't have smoked the whole pack in one day.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 20, 2024 1:59:07 GMT -8
"Do you have any of those cigarettes left?"
Sawyer smirked a little before actually reaching behind him to produce the pack of cigarettes. Gwen had opened up before, had shown herself very vulnerable towards him. This was the least he could do to honor that.
"Better not do it on the lungs for now," Sawyer advised as he held the package out to her with one peeking out, feeling that she could need one, although he doubted that she was a smoker. Maybe a wild guess, but she rather seemed like the kind of person who would take care of their health or simply never felt the pressure to want to be cool by taking any kind of drugs, because, let's face it, that was the number one reason for most people to start that shit.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 22, 2024 15:08:21 GMT -8
"Better not do it on the lungs for now.”
“Well, thanks for your concern, but my lungs are fine,” Gwen replied, inviting herself to take a seat beside him and taking the offered cigarette. “I’m what they call a ‘stress smoker’,” she explained, regarding the skinny white tube perched between her fingers and waiting to be lit. “Only when I’m anxious, or my mother is in town, which is the same thing. Can I trouble you for a light?”
As she awaited his ready hand with a lighter, she confessed, "I've been going through Sebastian's things. Some of it I can take back to the caves, for general use, but his books -- I thought maybe you should have them. I've seen you reading. And at least if they're in your personal stash, they'll be safe."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 12, 2024 22:44:45 GMT -8
Sawyer smirked slightly at her first words, for once not bothering the fact that someone was inviting themselves to have a seat next to him. That wasn't something that would happen very often anyway.
“I’m what they call a ‘stress smoker’,”“Only when I’m anxious, or my mother is in town, which is the same thing."
So, personal information. Sawyer found it interesting that she seemed to feel safe enough around him to allow him to have a piece of the puzzle that was Gwen. Certainly not a puzzle with as many pieces as his own, but wasn't everyone a puzzle? The interesting people, that was.
"Can I trouble you for a light?”
"First a cigarette, now a light. You're goin' far," Sawyer said with obvious humor before reaching out for the lighter in his possession to hand it over to her.
"I've been going through Sebastian's things. Some of it I can take back to the caves, for general use, but his books -- I thought maybe you should have them. I've seen you reading. And at least if they're in your personal stash, they'll be safe."
His features became a bit more serious. He could see that Gwen was having a hard time accepting the guy's death. Damn, he could even barely remember him. "They'll be gone from the public eye, you mean," Sawyer corrected with a slight smirk after all.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 19, 2024 16:10:02 GMT -8
"They'll be gone from the public eye, you mean."
“Exactly," Gwen agreed as she activated the lighter's flame, lit her cigarette, and then handed the lighter back to Sawyer. "Out of sight, out of mind." She took a quick inhale, then closed her eyes and slowly exhaled the smoke. "And I know that you’ll protect what you’ve claimed as yours.
After all, Sawyer's stash was probably the most protected place on the island. There was nowhere safer for precious cargo. "People are starting to get...restless," she advised, "and it'll get worse every day that goes by without any sign of rescue." Nevermind that Jack hadn't yet shared the news with everyone of what had happened to Sebastian, or what may or may not have happened to Claire the night before.
"Doesn't seem to bother you, though," Gwen observed, flicking the ashes from her cigarette and looking back to Sawyer with a curious expression. "Military? Ex-military? Police?" she tried guessing at his occupation, which had to be more than collecting debts.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 23, 2024 13:05:40 GMT -8
For a moment, Sawyer wondered why not Gwen would want to keep Sebastian's books, but before he could ask, she went on with another topic. Well, not his business anyway.
"People are starting to get...restless,""and it'll get worse every day that goes by without any sign of rescue."
Sawyer made his 'doesn't bother me much' face, although he guessed that, even without this face, Gwen would have been able to tell.
"Doesn't seem to bother you, though,"
"Not really, no," he replied nonchalantly while tucking back the lighter.
"Military? Ex-military? Police?"
"Are you serious?" Sawyer asked with a raised eyebrow before a humorous hiss left him. "Most would think of me as a criminal first, I guess," he joked while, on the other hand, he didn't. At the same time, he also didn't grant her that puzzle of himself by confirming or correcting her guesses.
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