Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on May 21, 2008 0:17:06 GMT -5
As he returned with the towel, Ana was mildly surprised that he wrapped it around her, even more so when she felt his hands rub some warmth back into her arms. It had been more then a long while since they were in such a close proximity to one another. It both felt normal, yet completely wrong at the same time. Yet, there was something keeping her in place, refusing to let her recoil from his touch, her feet resistant to move. Maybe part of her didn't move either, which was the side she was trying to ignore. This wasn't them anymore where they fell into place of playing house, they were two separate people, two completely different people, she tried to convince herself. But that didn't stop her from wishing it wasn't the case. Back then, she at least felt normal, not like
When he spoke of the last three months, she mentally shrugged it off, not that it didn't matter, because it did matter. He hadn't contacted her since he left her a postcard. And when she saw that he was back in town and on the television she felt more angry over it. "How did you know about that?" she questioned, clearly confused, looking back up to him when she realized her attention drifted away from. "How did you know I canceled?" she then clarified. But then she realized, he worked for Oceanic, they had documentation of the manuscript. Obviously or else they wouldn't have had a head count of all the people that went down in the plane. Down on that island...
Licking on her lip in thought, for a moment, she could have sworn it tasted salty, like the ocean, a phantom taste that was gone after a second. However, for some reason it made her shiver slightly, letting her hands reach up to pull the towel around her more securely.
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Post by Daniel Avery on May 21, 2008 0:34:57 GMT -5
"Two weeks after the crash, the company I work for bought out Oceanic Airlines and they transfered me to head lawyer. I spent the next month going over every person on that flight, and the people that didn't make it." He remembered he had seen her name, and had a moment of panic until he realised that she hadn't been on the plane.
He realised that he was still standing close to her, and he stepped back, leaning against the top of the couch. He didn't speak about how he had to scramble when he found out that Widmore had created the fake 815 on the bottom of the ocean somewhere, or how he had to speak with every single passenger's family to let them know that they were dead...only to have them alive now.
He looked down at the hardwood floor, nudging it slightly with his shoe.
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on May 21, 2008 2:10:42 GMT -5
As it would seem, they were on the same wave-length. He found out through work, and that wasn't anything that would have been strange.... Not that she expected something to be really. But now he was in charge of another company, a position he had been working on for pretty much as long as she had known him, as he was striving to get to the top. "Guess they're giving you a run for your money now," she remarked, but partially regretted it after. "Okay, that was a really bad joke." Because it was all too true to the fact of the matter, because Oceanic was probably going through hell right now because they were going to have to pay everyone off. A lot of money was at stake.
As Lou bounded around at her feet, Ana crouched down to meet her. Petting her affectionately, she continued to speak. "I was supposed to be in the tail-section, but I guess you probably were already aware of that fact... Anyway... I was sitting at the bar with that Jack dude, the doctor, sharing some drinks cause you know nothing curbs fear like a glass of tequila, when my mother called... We had the typical heart to heart and I decided to change my flight. Of course that was after I got off the phone with her and she nearly had a stroke... She's still pissed about it actually." The last part was more of an after statement, and an attempt at humor.
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Post by Daniel Avery on May 21, 2008 12:29:37 GMT -5
Daniel's lips twisted into a half smile, although it was small. "They're making sure they're paying me correctly according to my performance." And if that wasn't the truth, Daniel didn't know what was. She spoke about speaking with her mother, and he resisted the urge to tell her that he had spoken to her mother. He had spoken to her, but couldn't find the courage to speak to Ana. "Yeah, I, uh...I bet she is."
She spoke of the Doctor, Jack Shephard, and his head tilted slightly. He'd have to speak with her about it, later. He moved, stuffing his hands into his back pockets as he watched her. "Believe me. Be glad that you weren't on that plane. I have a feeling if you would have gone on it...you would have died. And I don't know what I would have done if you would have died."
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on May 21, 2008 15:04:16 GMT -5
"No one really survived from the tail-section, huh?" she questioned, playing around with the dog that seemed to want to nibble at her fingers when she tried to rub her tummy while she was on her back. That was the only conclusion that she could come to with the way he said it, and a feeling that seemed to root in the back of her mind. Not many people survived from the back, considering she read that most of the people that had been rescued, but she could have been wrong of course. She really didn't know much about the crash other then that really.
His words were touching though, the way he said it. A hint of a smile creased the corners of her mouth, as she paused in her movements a moment to look up at him. And when she realized that once more that she was staring she snapped her attention away, straightening up. "I don't know what I would have either... I mean... I opened a bar, kind of ironic, don't you think?" On many levels for her at least. Considering that she used to joke how if she wasn't on the force, she'd probably be found behind another type of bar. One that wasn't of the penal system.
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Post by Daniel Avery on May 21, 2008 19:30:28 GMT -5
"I know. The Stone Pony."
Daniel shifted slightly on the couch, looking from the floor to Ana's face. Everything that everyone had done before and after the crash, Daniel knew. He didn't mention to her that he had visited the Stone Pony on her day off, that he had been to her bar and yet, he could probably guess that she would have figured it out. "And before you think it's stalking, I get paid to learn about the people that were on the plane and that were supposed to be on the plane." What was sad was that he probably knew more about the people than they did themselves.
"It looks like you've got yourself settled. I'm happy for you."
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on May 21, 2008 21:01:42 GMT -5
"Yeah... I guess," she somewhat mumbled, moving on to sit on the sofa as well, though leaving an ample amount of space between them both as she sat. Looking around at the room once more it seemed to say how well he was doing. Not that the last place was bad, this just seemed to have more space. "Not as impressive as making head lawyer, though," she told him, leaning her head back to glance over to him through the corner of her eye.
It went without saying that she was happy for him, though. She had known he had been shooting for a better position for a while. "I'm.. glad," she told him, meaning it. Though, also rather saddened by the fact she hadn't been around to witness it, even if they weren't together. They had always talked about his possibility of getting the promotion. They would have had time after to settle down more, of course that was back when they were thinking around the baby... and about getting married. Didn't seem like he was getting much time to sit down, but then it wasn't everyday a plane crashed, people that were assumed dead were alive.
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Post by Daniel Avery on May 22, 2008 0:33:46 GMT -5
Daniel met her gaze around his apartment. To him, yes, it was home, but it was a place where he hardly stayed anymore. The couches were for show; he couldn't remember the last time he had sat on it. The bedroom was the only place he really used. The place was bigger than he needed, but he couldn't have stayed in his old apartment. Not after everything that had happened.
"Yeah, well," he shrugged slightly. "It serves it's purpose." She spoke of his 'impressive' new job, and he shrugged again. "It serves it's purpose." he said again, and then moved to scratch an itch on the back of his neck. "I'm getting tired of traveling." He was getting tired of lying. Tired of standing around watching, waiting for Widmore to tell him to do the next big thing, tired of trying to find an Island for an arguably insane man. He was tired of hearing the stories from the Island, about Dharma and the research. It was hard to wrap his head around, what he knew. It wasn't hard, however, to keep it from everyone else.
"Honestsly, it's not the life that I wanted, but it's better than being out of a job."
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on May 22, 2008 1:07:01 GMT -5
For him to say that it wasn't the life he wanted was more then a little surprising. Danny was always about the work, doing what was necessary, getting everything done for what was needed. Never before would she had thought he really regretted it, except maybe when he did travel. That was the only think he admittedly hated was the constant picking up and going somewhere every week or month. It was nice for the scenery, but she could imagine getting being plan tired of doing all the time, like he did.
"Why don't you just.... branch off or something. Start up your own firm under you own rules? You won't be out of the job that way. With you're credentials I'm sure that wouldn't too hard, man," she suggested, shifting in her seat, angling herself so that she could get a clearer look of him. "Don't get me wrong, whatever you wanna do, you gotta do, but you probably wouldn't be moving as far as another state instead of a continent," she added, nudging her knee with his, almost playfully. Though, she was hoping to at least be a little bit helpful, but without the edge of telling him what to do... really.
"You talked once about doing it," she told him. As much as it was eerie as it was nice, it felt like old times, talking the way they did. "I'm not say you should do it though. Just putting it out there," came the earnest reply.
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Post by Daniel Avery on May 22, 2008 1:14:10 GMT -5
A slight smirk crossed his face as he felt her knee nudged his, and he cleared his throat, shaking his head. "No, no. I don't think my bosses will let me branch off." And it was true. He knew too much, had seen too much in his years with Hanso and Widmore that he wouldn't ever be able to get another job. His father hadn't gotten another job, nor had his mother. It was something that he had been born into, it seemed, and he would die in it. It was that simple, whether he liked it or not.
"I've been with them for so long, that--" he shook his head. "No. It wouldn't work. I may hate the travelling, but I just have to deal with it. It doesn't get to me all the time, just sometimes. I actually thought of simply moving to Europe. I won't be able to do th at for a while now, but the thought's still there. It'd be alot easier." Copenhagen was beautiful. Hell, he could even move to Korea, or Sydney. "Anyway, it's not going to happen for a long while now. And unless I get called, I don't think I'll have to go overseas, so..." he shrugged slightly. "Maybe this is a good thing."
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on May 22, 2008 2:04:46 GMT -5
The thought of him moving to another country... Ana didn't know how she felt about that. If it made him happy, she supposed she had no right to persuade him otherwise. Even if she didn't think she wanted him to go there, partially because she felt that on some level he really didn't want to, and partially for selfish reasons that she tried to suppress. "Still don't think it's fair," she couldn't help but voice the one opinion that didn't want to quiet. But she shrugged her shoulders, letting her fingers fiddle with the cloth of the towel.
"Honestly, I don't think I could do any traveling any time soon. Don't think I could stomach the whole 'what if' situation on a plane, scarred for life I'm afraid." She probably wouldn't go any closer to a plane then she had to at her other job. In fact, she pretty much avoided it. Tempting fate was fun, but certainly not that kind of tempting fate. Besides the fact her mother would probably strangle her for the thought.... or at least exchange a few colorful words, which was of course customary in the family.
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Post by Daniel Avery on May 22, 2008 2:28:36 GMT -5
The simple fact that she hesitated, the tone of her voice, everything made him wonder if she still cared. Of course she did, just as he did for her. He brought a leg up, tucking it underneith himself as he watched her. He leaned his head against the palm of his hand as he rested his elbow against the back of the couch. He looked down at the towel and played with a frayed stray of string. "Well, I won't be surprised if Oceanic's tickets go down, however, I guess that's what I'm supposed to do. Make people feel better about flying Oceanic Airlines."
However, he wasn't sure how well he was doing if Ana wouldn't fly. Then again, she could have been dead. He scoffed slightly at his own thoughts, and then shook his head slightly. "I don't know how well I'm doing, honestly. Oceanic's tickets are still strong; we've assured the public that it was a faulty mistake that has been corrected."
He took in a breath, and shrugged slightly, moving to lay his head on the back of the couch. "I don't know. Only time will tell what will happen."
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on May 22, 2008 2:47:36 GMT -5
"Planes go down all the time, ninety-nine percent of the time people don't live to sue the company... But if other companies can bounce back there shouldn't be a reason that Oceanic can't. Shit happens," she remarked, glancing back to him as she watched him get comfortable on the couch. That was one way of putting it, but none-the-less, no matter how you looked at it, it was true. Though, she honestly didn't know where this look on the bright side of things kick was coming from. Often she considered herself quite the opposite really.
Shaking her thought, she rubbed her face, but not before she caught sight of the time. "Shit... I should probably go. I gotta go to Eliza's birthday party at six, and between now and then I gotta do some errands for the bar," she told him apologetically as she stood up from the couch, unwrapping the towel from around her, folding it up neatly. It was five hours away, but better to get it done and hve time then to be on a tight schedule. "And I should go home and change too."
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Post by Daniel Avery on May 22, 2008 3:01:34 GMT -5
They had just gotten settled and...and she was leaving?
"W-Wait, can't you just--" Daniel shot up, grabbing her hand to stop her. The touch from her hand was almost electric, making Daniel look down at his hand on hers. "Can't you um...just stay for a little while longer? I mean, it's only two and--"
He stepped closer to her, his hand moving to the top of her arm. "You don't need to...go, do you?" This was wrong, he knew it, and yet, it felt familer. Safe. He brought a hand up, pressing it against the side of her face, feeling the wetness from her hair. Wrong. This was wrong. This was a street that he couldn't walk down again because it would only hurt in the end. This was horribly--
"Shut up." he whispered to himself before he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. Her lips were just as he had remembered, the same that he had dreamed about and remembered at the latest parts of the night when he felt most alone. He broke, his eyes closed as he pulled himself away only inches. His tongue darted out to lick the taste of her lips off of his.
He opened his eyes, almost believing that she was going to poof and blow away in the wind and yet, she was still there. His breath was warm against hers, and he watched her silently for a moment before he spoke, his voice a whisper. "Do you still have to go?"
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Ana-Lucia Cortez
new oceanic 815.
Everyday, everyday Houses full of no escape, no escape Runaway, runaway
Posts: 153
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Post by Ana-Lucia Cortez on May 22, 2008 3:36:29 GMT -5
Stopping as she felt his hand gently grasp her hand, she looked back to see him standing there. A look that could probably only be described as torn between desperation and... longing crossed his face. For a moment Ana wasn't sure that she was seeing right. The way he looked at her, it was only confirmed with his words, almost pleas for her to say.
"I should go," came her meek reply, quiet as a whisper. It was for her to do anything but leave. It was the smart thing to do, was to leave and not think twice about it, and unspoken like that if crossed it would probably have consequences that neither might be able to handle, if not regret. Of course that was the logical side that was doing all the thinking, the one side that Ana didn't hear the protests of, especially when she felt his hand brush against her cheek, it had been too long when she had felt such a simple action against her skin.
Even more so when she felt his lips desend upon hers, she still wasn't listening to the logical side of her brain, instead the little devil that was cackling loudly on her shoulder was winning out. She didn't move when he kissed her, inside gave herself to what little of the kiss it was, before he pulled away as she was left staring at him a moment. She was still crossing bounds, if she just pulled away now everything would have been okay... There would be nothing to worry about...
But she still wasn't listening. Not offering a verbal reply, Ana leaned in this time, her lips brushing against his more forceably then the last time, her arms slowly slipping up to his shoulders. When they reached their destination, and she had a firm hold around him, she deepened it, savoring the moment, not wanting it to be over, because when it was... it would have to go back to normal, and she wasn't quite ready to let it go just yet.
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