James "Sawyer" Ford
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on May 26, 2008 20:31:18 GMT -5
Having gone through the whole rack, Sawyer found that the most suitable pair was a pair of mirrored aviator glasses. They, ironically, made him look like a motorcycle cop, albeit one with some serious bed head.
Rolling his eyes at his reflection, he started suddenly when he heard a voice behind him. Turning around, his brows rose as he took in the appearance of the girl that stood there looking at him, everything from the oversized bathrobe to the chocolate milk moustache.
“If that look is ‘in fashion’, I think I’ll stick with tha shades,” he replied, turning back to the counter dismissively and telling the clerk his room number, and that Oceanic would be picking up the tab. He recognised the kid from the Island, but the name didn’t come to mind. Chances are he wouldn’t know it anyways.
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Post by Perry Jasper Johnson on May 29, 2008 18:46:32 GMT -5
Back at the restaurant, a young man entered, a swagger in his step and a smirk on his face, looking every bit like he belonged.
“I’ll seat myself,” he said smoothly to the waiter that approached him, cutting the taller man off before he could even open his mouth. “Bring me a coffee and a plain bagel with strawberry cream cheese, would you? Thanks pal.”
Patting the man on the arm as he passed, Perry Jasper Johnson let his eyes inconspicuously scan the restaurant from behind his sunglasses before recognising a familiar face: Hugo Reyes. Strolling forward, he stopped at a table near to the one where the crash survivor sat and pulled out a chair. Placing the newspaper that had been tucked under his arm on the table, he slipped of his suit jacket and draped it over the back of his chair before taking a seat. Carefully unfolding the paper to the crossword and removing a pencil from his coat, he glanced at Hugo before removing his sunglasses and hooking them over the neck of his shirt, the first button undone. Although the glance was quick, it was all that he needed.
Three months on a deserted island, and he doesn’t look any different than he did in that newscast when he won the lottery. What did he do, eat some of the crash victims?
Lifting the corner of his newspaper slightly, the reporter slid a small pad of paper from beneath it and jotted down a few notes.
Subject Reyes: lost no weight. Food sources?
Hiding his notepad once more, Perry filled in a few blocks of the crossword puzzle as his breakfast arrived.
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Marie Kennedy
new oceanic 815.
She wants to go home. But nobody's home.
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Post by Marie Kennedy on Jun 1, 2008 13:04:45 GMT -5
The teenager grinned with some sort of approval to his choice of glasses, taking yet another sip of chocolate milk. '' Well they're nice! '' She commented, her tone still tired somehow, but childishly honest. Then she glanced around the shop for anything susceptible to catch her interest, but her search was unsuccessful. She brought her gaze back to the tall man who, she noticed, seemed more angry than he ever seemed and she frowned lightly when he just walked away, almost waving her dismissively. Now, that could've been insulting, had she not been feeling so numb about everything.
She followed him to the counter and gave the cashier most likely the same indications the man before her had given. That was much more than fair. The Oceanic did owe them some sort of payback, starting with at least offering her a freaking milk chocolate box! The teenager then walked out of the shop, keeping a few safe steps between her and Sawyer. She had no idea of what she could do, yet again, although she was feeling a little hungry, and she had no idea of where he was going...
She wasn't sure that following Sawyer like that, like they had magically became the happiest magic creature duo, in wonderland, was the most clever idea ever, but the girl was undeniably going to go for it. What was the worst that could happen, now ? He could just tell her to screw off and grant her a new shiny nickname. That was most likely going to happen, but for now she had nothing better to do, and she was already mentally prepared for the predicted issue of the conversation.
'' So, cap'tain sky... What are you up to ? '' That was another so-so idea; trying to change his grumpy morning attitude with some cheap humour and conversation. However, she couldn't turn down the chance to try.
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James "Sawyer" Ford
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 1, 2008 13:54:49 GMT -5
Removing the sunglasses long enough to peel a small sticker off the right lens, Sawyer placed them back over his eyes and left the shop without a glance back. Making his way across the lobby, he could hear the footsteps following behind him but ignored them.
Unfortunately, the ‘ignore it and it’ll go away’ theory wasn’t going to work in this case. Pausing momentarily he glanced over at the kid. She was far too bubbly for... whatever the hell time it was in the morning.
“What does it look like?” he shot back, before turning to face forward again and toward the restaurant directly in front of them. Didn’t she have parents to go annoy?
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Marie Kennedy
new oceanic 815.
She wants to go home. But nobody's home.
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Post by Marie Kennedy on Jun 1, 2008 14:30:59 GMT -5
Granted. It was a bad idea, but that wasn't something Marie was going to admit just yet. The man was in total grumpy mode, but surely, the teenager could understand it, if she could just get an idea of what hour it could possibly be. Her left hand was jagged in her wide bathrobe's pocket, and she was still holding her milk close to her mouth, with the other one. He looked down at her, responding a little coldly to her question with another one of his own.
'' It looks like... you're going for a lil' Lunch! '' She responded with a devious grin, looking proud to have found the answer all on her own, and unimpressed by his attempt to make her feel dumb. Actually, she was only giving him more reasons to think so, and that was fine with her, as long as she could gain some sort of fun out of it.
'' That's cool, ‘’ Marie shrugged. ‘’ I guess I'll do that two! '' She stated, matter-of-factly, as she kept up the pace casually, heading for the restaurant two. Eating was a good idea, and it sure sounded more promising than trying to bring this conversation to fruition.
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James "Sawyer" Ford
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 1, 2008 14:45:52 GMT -5
“That’s some quick deductin’, Sherlock,” Sawyer replied sarcastically. She really seemed pleased with herself for figuring that out. Not the brightest bulb on Broadway, that was for sure. And lucky him, she just so happened to latch onto him this morning. Must be his friendly personality and approachable demeanour.
Shrugging it off, Sawyer started toward the door again, but she was right there with him. She was like a freaking leach. This was not helping his headache one iota. “Good fer you. Enjoy.”
That should be enough. Hopefully she’d catch the brush off and leave him alone. Then again, she didn’t seem that smart.
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Marie Kennedy
new oceanic 815.
She wants to go home. But nobody's home.
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Post by Marie Kennedy on Jun 1, 2008 18:23:08 GMT -5
'' Why, thank you, Watson. '' She responded casually, unbreakable, and sipped her milk, proudly. Alright, so that was a shock. Her adorable-self wasn't helping his mood. That was just too bad, but the teenager would sleep at night, knowing that she had tried to tame Sawyer-Bear, for at least two minutes. It was time she retreated tough, while she still haven't been bit or scratched.
'' Oh, thankies, you do that two! '' She would've been enough of a daredevil to propose she'd join him for Lunch, but she didn't. Marie could do stupid things, mostly in her present state of mind, but she was past the suicidal attempts of that kind.
She took a very long sip of milk as she approached the door of the restaurant, intending to finish it before she entered, and she felt very proud of being successful. It was definitely her morning, somehow. Getting out of that dreadful room wasn't that much of a bad idea, after all. She ditched her empty carton in a trash that stood by the door and she entered the restaurant. A man was about to come and get her a table, but she motioned that she would do that herself. She walked past some tables like nothing mattered, in her oversized outfit, and she smiled when she spotted a familiar face. She waved at Hurley, cheerfully, as she noticed how crowded the restaurant actually was.
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James "Sawyer" Ford
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 1, 2008 18:47:11 GMT -5
Her annoying self was not helping his mood at all. People just should not be this happy and bouncy this early... aw, hell, they shouldn’t be like this ever. Life was not some carnival.
Clenching his jaw to keep from just telling her to bugger off before she made his head explode, Sawyer made no indication that he even heard her. Waiting for her to walk ahead and enter the room, he followed behind her, searching the room for Hurley. Seeing the big guy already seated and waiting for him, he started toward the table. Why was he even bothering? Why not sit alone, or get some room service? Looking at Hugo’s forlorn expression, the conman couldn’t deny, at least to himself, that he had a soft spot for the big lug. The guy had just lost his best friend, after all, and his girlfriend not long before that. Wouldn’t hurt to at least be civil.
Groaning silently when the kid stopped to wave at Hurley, Sawyer silently prayed that she was content with just waving as he pulled out the empty chair at the table.
“This place better not be too swanky for a big ol’ plate of bacon an’ eggs,” he drawled, slouching in the chair.
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Post by Perry Jasper Johnson on Jun 1, 2008 21:00:45 GMT -5
The longer he waited, alone, the more uncomfortable Hugo Reyes looked. He almost looked as if he wanted to slip through the floor and disappear.
Fat chance of that... fat being the key word.
Perry swore that if he had to live on a diet of fruit, leaves, water and fish, or whatever they had to eat on that island, that he would have shrivelled up and died. There was something strange about this whole thing, something that just kept nagging at the young reporter’s mind. Something that just didn’t seem right. But he didn’t have time to think about that at the moment because suddenly more survivors appeared.
Glancing toward the door, he couldn’t help the surprised expression that passed over his face. First to enter was a young girl. Marie Kennedy, sixteen years old, dressed in a large bathrobe, her long hair somewhat rumpled. Almost directly behind her was a surly looking man, James Ford, thirty-five, looking much worse than rumpled. Now this was interesting.
Turning back to his paper, P.J. could barely hide his smile when the convicted criminal took a seat at the table beside his, the one occupied by Mr. Reyes.
Perfect.
Boy, but the man reeked! It smelled like he’d almost drowned more than his sorrows in liquor the night before. Very interesting...
Ford and Kennedy: a possible drunken romp? Ford = criminal; why not jailbait?
Perry scribbled the words quickly before hiding his notepad again and crossing out another clue on the crossword. Taking a large bite of the bagel that had been delivered to his table, he licked the cream cheese from his fingers and kept an ear on the conversation beside him.
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Post by hugoreyes on Jun 1, 2008 21:41:26 GMT -5
Hurley wasn't even going to deny sitting alone at the table was uncomfortable while he tried to figure out what exactly he wanted to eat. Not in the physical sense because the chair that he was sitting at was rather comfortable, and big enough to house his large frame. But more so in the sense he felt weird being in a room with so many people. Like everyone was staring him in a paranoid way. It was all in his mind he knew, and he tried to push that sense away, especially when he caught Sawyer trailing behind an ever... cheerful Marie.
Awkwardly, he nodded his head once in her direction before Sawyer took a seat at his table, feeling just a bit more then relieved, relaxing in his chair as he sat back more. It was strange though. Not that Sawyer was a complete jerk to him, well actually he was and quite often, he still oddly felt better with him however. "Bacon and eggs, bacon and spam, bacon and potatoes, you name it, they go it, dude," Hurley replied, tilting his face down to look at the menu, still at a loss for what to eat. Well, they didn't have mangoes and papaya that was for sure, but everything else, toast, pancakes... None of which really appealed to him.
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Marie Kennedy
new oceanic 815.
She wants to go home. But nobody's home.
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Post by Marie Kennedy on Jun 2, 2008 16:54:16 GMT -5
She looked away after Hurley had responded to her wave. Now that was a little civility. Marie was only able to put on the two extreme faces; she was either dark or light, and either way never seemed to please the people around her. She was wondering if he would mind her company because, after all, there was some big difference between him and Sawyer, but she noticed from the corner of her eyes that the latter had just joined him. She grinned to this view. There was something odd about the pair, but it was what made it... interesting, to the least!
That was fine by her. If the guys wanted a guys breakfast, she wasn't going to intrude. Plus, if she was alone, she wouldn't have to put on a face. However, as she walked on by, she noticed that the restaurant was smaller and more crowded than it seemed, at first sight. Maybe she should've asked for the guys help, at the door, after all... But it wasn't like he had insisted. Was a five and three inches teenager with messy hair way too dangerous, for him to deal with ?
She walked further away into the restaurant and found a small free table in front of a man, most likely lost into some crosswords, and she went straight for it. She sot down and sighed. A table, and a hot breakfast... it would be a change. She tried not to think about what that truly meant and she rubbed her tired eyes for a moment and next thing she knew, somebody was walking to her table to hand her a menu. Her smile wasn't as eager as it was, seconds ago, but the teenager still offered a decent one to the young man and she took the Menu, turning the pages slowly.
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James "Sawyer" Ford
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 2, 2008 17:29:33 GMT -5
Picking the menu up that was waiting for him on the table, Sawyer reached up and lifted his shades slightly, squinting out from under them at the menu. Hugo wasn’t kidding, it was quite an extensive breakfast menu. His stomach lurching at the idea of food, the con man ignored it. It would settle down once it got a healthy dose of grease and some hair of the dog that bit him.
Assuming that Hugo had had ample time to decide what he wanted while waiting, Sawyer dropped his shades back into place and raised his hand up to signal the waiter. When the man stopped at the table, eyes the hungover southerner warily, he found the menu suddenly thrust into his chest.
“I’ll have tha Hungry Man thing. Bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, white toast, eggs over easy. And a tomato juice with a healthy shot’a whiskey in it. Don’t skimp on tha whiskey,” Sawyer ordered, lounging back in his chair.
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Post by hugoreyes on Jun 4, 2008 15:37:32 GMT -5
Hurley could only raise his eyebrow slightly as he realised that Sawyer had went and gotten some sunglasses and they were now on his face. No doubt because of the wonder hangover her was sporting around with. However, he dropped his eyes down to the menu, still unsure of what exactly he was ordering. The sky was the limit he assumed.. but he still contemplating on the direct course of action... quite literally. He could go with the healthy choice, just eggs and toast or he could get something more for his appetite. The latter was tempting, too very tempting.
As Sawyer summoned the waiter over, he had an idea of what to get. Once he was done, he looked up over his menu to the man. "Yeah... I'll get... um.. The hungry man but with bacon and sausage, hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, and uh.... wheat toast and orange juice." There simply enough. Not completely totally.... bad, but yeah he didn't feel like skimping on the food at that moment. He was hungry and food always seemed to help his mood. Especially considering the mood he was on.
As the waiter nodded and grabbed their menus, Hurley dropped his eyes back down at the table. "So... uh......yeah....we're sitting down....in this hotel... It's not too bad," he tried to say, trying to start a conversation, but he never really was good at that sort of thing. Especially with Sawyer around... the two never really had a conversation and what sort of thing could he talk to him about? He felt rather awkward at that moment.
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James "Sawyer" Ford
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 4, 2008 17:05:02 GMT -5
Sawyer raised his eyebrows as Hurley ordered the same breakfast with the exception of going for the more healthy option of wheat toast. As if that would make a difference with all the other greasy foods, but whatever made him feel better.
Maybe the conman hadn’t wanted to come back, and maybe all he’d done so far since he’d been back was drink, but he was starting to warm up to the prospect of real food, despite the nagging hangover. That drink better get there right quick.
“Thanks for tha update, Captain Obvious,” Sawyer replied sarcastically, bringing his hands up to rub his temples slightly. “Ya gonna do a runnin’ commentary of tha whole breakfast?”
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