The Con-Man's game. {OPEN to ALL charries.}

[claire littleton.]

I'm trying to get this section started up! I've posted as Sawyer. Anyone can respond as anyone.

Why you doin’ this to me Freckles? Sawyer asked himself as he watched Kate bend down, grabbing some things from Jacko’s tent. She’d been completely googly eyed over him, which was one of the reasons Sawyer had left the group when they had began heading to the Communications tower. Frankly Watching Twinkle-toes act like that around Doc after telling him that she loved him… Well it was enough to break a correctional officers heart. Sawyer couldn’t stand watching her make an idiot of herself any longer, and that’s when he joined bands with female Ben and came back to help.

It had been pretty peaceful until this morning when Moses came through the reeds and delivered his followers back to their beloved retreat. Sawyer tried not to pay attention, instead he let Deep Dish and the rest of the gang give them a follow up. He wasn’t ready to welcome Daniel Boon back yet, especially considering Sassafras hadn’t even attempted to speak to him yet, she was too caught up in ‘packing’ their things for the apparent rescue that was coming to them. The bug eyed bastard was spouting out how everyone was going to die… Although he was tied to a tree over by Snuffy’s tent, so he was most likely saying what ever he could to raise the chances of himself getting untied… But by the looks of things, a lot of the people didn’t care if he ended up like Skeletor Roger they found in the woods.

Sawyer pulled out the tattered Martha Stewart ‘Home Living’ magazine from his tent as he leaned against the tree. Martha was Sawyers pathetic attempt to get his mind off of little Miss Sunshine. Sighing he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out his mis-matched pair of glasses. Sure the things weren’t no Gucci, but they’d do. Sawyer began to flip through the pages, same old junk, what he could really use right now was how to make a boat out of coconut shells, and palm tree leaves.. But no, Martha hadn’t ever made an Island Edition… She was far to good for that. Page after page left Sawyer a little more bored then the last, which made it easy for the gulls to distract him from the magazine.

[Libby]

This was so surreal. They had trekked into the jungle, sent a signal from the radio tower and rescue was supposedly on its way, but standing on the beach, staring at the ocean like any other day, Kate was finding it hard to believe. The very air felt charged with excitement and anticipation, but what she was feeling was something closer to apprehension and confusion. Finally, they were going to be rescued; finally they were going home, but what happened then? The Marshall was dead, but she couldn’t fool herself that there wouldn’t be a whole troop waiting for her when she returned to America. There was no freedom for her. In fact, this island offered her more freedom than the real world had for so long. It had given her a chance to start over... if only she had taken full advantage of that.

But she hadn’t. She hadn’t changed, not really. Everything she did was for her own survival, all her decisions completely selfish. She could have started over, been honest with everyone and stopped pretending, but it’s hard to stop pretending to be someone you’re not when you can’t accept who you truly are.

Looking out at the empty horizon again, Kate zipped up the backpack and sat back on her heels. Before long they would all be ready, the beach they had called home for the past three months reduced to empty tarps and a smouldering pile of wood. It was surprising, the sadness she felt at the image.

Casting her eyes away from the ocean, the fell on the lounging form of Sawyer, magazine in his hands and lopsided glasses on his face. On a normal day she would approach him, tease him about his choice of literature, but today wasn’t a normal day. After what he had said to her when they had last spoken, before he had returned to the beach with Juliet, she didn’t think he would want to talk to her. Honestly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to talk to him, even after what Jack had said. Especially after what Jack had really said. He loved her. They both did, and she didn’t know what she felt. Was it possible to love two men, both so very different? Each who spoke to different sides of her heart? Jack was good, he was safe. He was everything she wanted and everything she wanted to be. And Sawyer... he was everything she didn’t want, everything she wished she wasn’t, yet she couldn’t get him out of her head, or her heart. Some days she could look right through him, see past all the lies to the man underneath, a good man, while others he was just so confusing and hurtful.

She could continue to ignore him, but what happened when they got rescued? The island was large, but how could she avoid him on a boat? And besides... she didn’t want things to end this way. Hesitating a moment, she glanced around the beach until she located Jack... with Juliet. Of course. Frowning as she watched them together, laughing, she quickly turned her eyes away and steeled herself. Brushing the sand off her knees as she stood, the brunette made her way over to the Southern man who had yet to lift a finger to pack. Stopping in front of him, she stooped over to get a look at his magazine

“It might be a little late to start looking for redecorating ideas,” she quipped, smiling at him despite the conflicted feelings.

(This is my first time playing Kate, so constructive criticism is very welcomed!)