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Post by kateausten on May 31, 2008 1:37:40 GMT -5
Kate buried her face deep in the pure white pillows as the soft fabric pressed over her face. Even the smell of it all was so delightful. Not even the slightest bit of salt water smell in the air, or the dank smell of jail. Instead a pleasurable smell filled her nose. Kate sighed as she pulled the duvet over her head, the feeling alone was obviously so much different from jail – the island… Everything. A guilty feeling was beginning to set in however, she knew it was later in the day, and she still found herself in bed, the curtains drawn. Housekeeping had already knocked twice, and she’d avoided them.
Eventually Kate pulled the covers down and her eyes lazily found the alarm clock. The neon red color flashed 12:09. Noon and she still wasn’t up, but tiredness still over took her body.. How long would it take her to recover from their time on the island? Kate groaned quietly as she pulled herself into a sitting position – a sliver of sunlight was filtering through the almost miniscule space between the curtains. Time to face the day, and everyone else that had no idea she’d gotten back to the hotel.
The hard carpet brushed against her feet as she walked towards the shower – the cool tile was a welcome change as she headed over and started the shower. My how she would never take a simple shower for granted ever again. Steam began to fill the bathroom and cloud over the mirrors as Kate hoped in shutting the glass door behind her. What was on the agenda for today? Maybe she would go see Claire – see how she was holding up. She looked so rough when they’d finally gotten back, but Kate didn’t get a chance to speak with her. Maybe she could go see Hurley for a bit. Obviously there would be a healthy dose of Jack… Then there was Sawyer…
Kate closed her eyes in frustration and put her head under the shower head letting the hot droplets run down over her face. What a fucked up relationship the two had. One moment they loved each other, the next they were ready to slit the other’s throats – yet there was always something that brought them back down to earth… Before long Kate was out of the shower, dried off, and dressed. It really hadn’t taken her that long either – most likely because she didn’t care about make up, or the other small things most women cared about. A mixture of an island and a convict lifestyle would do that too you.
The ding of the elevator pulled her back to earth and exited as Kate headed for the restraunt, it had been a while since she’d eaten something, and it was lunch after all. Kate waited patiently as her hand fiddled idly with a thread from her jean pocket. The short and pudge woman showed her to her seat and handed her a menu then went bouncing off to grab Kate a water. She could tell by the look she’d gotten that the woman was intimidated or scared by her- which caused her to shift uncomfortably in her seat – she hated how these people knew her past.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on May 31, 2008 9:08:21 GMT -5
Days spent back in civilisation: two. Nights spent drinking himself stupid: two. Mornings he woke up with a hangover: two. This was not a good start to his ‘new life’, but at this point, what else was there? Conning people was all he knew and with his face plastered over every newspaper and television screen it was now impossible, even if he hadn’t lost his taste for it. Everyone knew who he was and it was only a matter of time before they knew everything about him, and that was the last thing he wanted. He didn’t want all the looks of pity he knew he would get when they all found out; he didn’t want them to all suddenly be understanding (“So that’s why he is the way he is, the poor guy”). He didn’t want any of that, but he knew it was coming.
The hangover wasn’t quite as bad this morning as the last, then again his drinking partner hadn’t been quite as entertaining either. It had been best to cut the night short before he and Charlotte killed each other, so he had returned back early, polished off the contents of the mini bar yet again and fallen asleep watching some old, sappy, leftover Christmas show.
Bah humbug.
Many people probably regretted missing Christmas, but to Sawyer it was a non-event. He could remember a time, a lifetime ago, when it had been a happy time, but he hadn’t celebrated it for so long he wasn’t sure he even knew how anymore. Bah humbug indeed.
Having decided on a shower this morning after skipping it completely yesterday, he slipped into some clean clothes that had been here when he’d gotten back last night and made his way down to the restaurant. Greasy breakfasts consumed after nights of drinking: soon to be two, or dinners in this case. He was going to have to start working out again if he was going to keep this new lifestyle.
Running a hand back through his wet hair as he entered the restaurant, Sawyer looked around at the tables of people before one particular one made him stop, his heart jumping. No, she was in jail. They had her on murder charges. There was no way she was sitting here just chilling out like the rest of them. For a moment, all he could do was stare at her from the doorway.
Jesus, maybe he was still drunk.
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Post by kateausten on Jun 1, 2008 18:40:20 GMT -5
Kate’s eyes had glazed over at this point, she’d read the entire menu four times, and still had no idea what she wanted. The concept of actual chef prepared food seemed to foreign to her now. It wasn’t raw mangos, fire roasted boar, coconut milk or anything else that could be found on the island. Kate Austen sighed her stomach longed for something yet she didn’t feel like anything on the menu – nothing at all. The woman returned only moments later with Kate’s drink in her hand. It was obvious she was just itching to get out of there. Itching to leave Kate be. Anything to get away from the convicted murderer and Oceanic Crash Survivor.
“Miss – What would you like?” She questioned, her eyes shifting as she shifted uncomfortably. “Just a fruit salad please.” Kate responded not giving the plump waitress the satisfaction of eye contact. She wasn’t worth it. The woman disappeared and Kate let a small sigh escape her lips as her eyes closed, and her hands entered her hair line and massaged her temples. Why is it she felt absolutely so uneasy here? It felt like she was being watched by everything- everyone. Escaping back to her hotel room seemed like such a fantastic idea right now… But no – she was sick of running.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 1, 2008 19:01:44 GMT -5
Sawyer’s mouth suddenly felt dry as he watched her, and it had nothing to do with the dehydration from all the alcohol he drank last night. What the hell was she doing here? He had seen that bastard drag her off to jail... hell, he’d practically washed his hands of her and told her to enjoy her cell. But there she was, clean and rested and just sitting in the restaurant all fine and dandy.
Startled when he suddenly heard a voice almost directly in front of him, the conman finally tore his eyes away to meet those of the waitress that had approached him. He had no idea what she’d said, but it didn’t matter.
“I’m meetin’ someone... over there,” he said in a distracted way. Was he really? He could easily just turn around and leave, she hadn’t seen him yet after all. But watching her, somehow here and somehow free, yet looking far from happy, he found himself moving toward her almost like a magnetic pull. Stopping right beside her table, he shifted his weight and swallowed.
“Let ya out on good behaviour?” he drawled. Although the words seemed flippant, the tone he used and the look in his eyes were far from it.
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Post by kateausten on Jun 1, 2008 19:26:38 GMT -5
If Kate were on the Island right now – What would she be doing? What would they all be doing? The thought crossed her mind as she sat there deep in thought- eyes shut and awaiting her fruit salad. Would she be off hiking through the jungle attempting to find some way off the island – or possibly looking for food… Mangos, fresh water , something new? As of lately however, the more realistic answer seemed to be a face off with Juliet Burk. Why was it things were so much better when she wasn’t around?
Kate slowly opened her eyes and brought her hands down to her cheeks, rubbing them lightly. It was nice to feel clean again- that was something she had missed. Before Kate had any time to check out the situation, Sawyer was standing right beside her and she didn’t know how she’d felt about that. In a way, she was still kind of angry at him, upset with what a dick he’d been last night. Yet, in a sense, it was almost comforting to hear his southern drawl.
Kate looked up at him, “Good behavior? It wouldn’t of been that easy. Jack posted my bail last night.” Jack was there for her. Hell even if just Jack had came to see her she would have been thankful, but instead he took the next step and spent $250,000 on her. He cared that much. Maybe she slipped in Jack’s name to hurt him, or maybe she just didn’t want to hide it. Sawyer would of found out eventually anyways. How was it Kate could smell the alcohol on his breath already , it was only noon… Had he been drinking this early?
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 1, 2008 19:38:43 GMT -5
The name on her lips was like twisting a knife in his gut, and Sawyer’s eyes narrowed. Always playing the god damn hero, riding in on his white horse to save any damsel that needed a white knight. Funny, he hadn’t mentioned anything about bailing Kate out the other night at the bar. Hell, he’d done all he could not to mention her at all. He’d probably been planning it all along.
“Course he did,” Sawyer replied flatly. As long as she’d been running, and being wanted for murder, he was surprised the let her out on bail at all. He should be happy that she was out, but happy was the last thing he was feeling right now.
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Post by kateausten on Jun 2, 2008 2:28:54 GMT -5
Kate watched the effect of Jack’s name in the conversation and on Sawyer as well. Did it surprise her? No. The two hated each other – an undying hate surely. Rolling her eyes she looked down at the table as she pulled the napkin on her lap, the silverware sliding out. It seemed she’d do anything for a distraction right now, what could she say to him – really now? “It’s noon – have you been drinking already?” Kate asked , well, almost retorted, her eyes looking up and narrowing back on him.
“I see you’re enjoying your ‘lush’ accommodations.” Maybe it was a jab as Sawyer looked almost the same as he did on the island, maybe he just wanted to act like they’d never gotten back, nothing had changed. Regardless, they had, and regardless, he couldn’t drink his life away, and by the looks of him, he’d been drunk since they’d gotten back so to speak. “Cleaned out the mini bar?”
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 2, 2008 7:37:39 GMT -5
He should have expected it. So many times they’d fought and been separated, yet so many times they were just so damn happy to see each other alive again that it hadn’t mattered. He should have expected that things would be different back here. Everything was different. And damn if it wasn’t uncomfortable just standing by her table while she continued to take shots at him. She always had to be accusing him of something. Now he drank too much. Well, wouldn’t she have had a fit if she’d seen her precious hero plastered out of his tree the other night, crying about how much his life sucked.
Nah, she would have found some way to excuse him of it while crucifying Sawyer for the same actions.
“Twice since I been here, thanks for askin’,” Sawyer snarked back with a humourless grin. If she only knew what he’d gone through on the Island, and what it had done to him... but no. She could know, she had asked, but he had refused to tell her. “Tastes so much better when it don’t got DHARMA plastered all over tha bottle.”
Part of him wanted to continue, tell her that the last thing he’d been doing since he’d been back was enjoying himself. He hadn’t wanted to return, she knew that. He wanted to ask her if she was alright, tell her the offer was still open to run away with him, but while he’d lost a lot of things back there, he’d somehow managed to hold onto at least some of his pride.
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Post by kateausten on Jun 2, 2008 22:03:03 GMT -5
“Wow, Twice… Oh, we’ve been back two nights haven’t we… Seems like you’ve got your life sorted out.” Kate looked away wondering where the sudden hostility had come from. There was just something about him – the way he stood there so carelessly… Yet at the same time there was something about him that made Kate love him. But really, who was she to talk? She hadn’t done a damn thing since Jack had gotten her out, though, she had progressively less time, and more restrictions then he had. “Here Ma’am.” The plump woman slid Kate’s fruit salad In front of her and popped off, almost horrified that she’d interrupted something. Probably didn’t want to irritate Kate for fear of ending up in pieces under her luxurious hotel bed.
Kate wrapped her hand around the silver utensil having no actual urge to eat, or use it, a smile some how came to her face, and she even laughed lightly when Sawyer mentioned Dharma. Something they didn’t have to deal with anymore! “I bet it does.” Dropping the spoon, Kate leaned back against the seat – her eyes finding his. “Are you just going to stand there the entire time?”
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 2, 2008 22:16:42 GMT -5
That was really the root of the matter. He wasn’t sure he even had a life anymore to sort out. Hell, he didn’t even know who he was anymore. Soon everyone would know who he had been, but who he was now... maybe he was still just that lost little boy, hiding under his bed while his life crumbled around him.
But then she laughed, and the tension between them subsided somewhat. Catching the silent invitation in her question, Sawyer pulled out the chair opposite Kate and sat down. Holding her gaze for a moment, he eventually smiled and turned his head to the side slightly, glancing down.
“Just waitin’ for an invitation, Freckles,” he replied. “I can be a gentleman sometimes, ya know.”
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Post by kateausten on Jun 2, 2008 22:53:35 GMT -5
Freckles.
Freckles. Regardless, the nickname he’d given her was able to make her smile. Just something about it… About him seemed so charming – caring even. It reminded her of the good times the two had on the island… Even the bad times. One that stayed fresh in her mind was the night the two shared in the cages. Was it a mistake maybe? Had that sealed a deal for the two? Kate looked up at him and shook her head attempting to wipe the smile from her face.
“Who woulda thought.” Kate questioned, raising a brow. “Have some fruit – closest thing you’ll get to the island.” With that said she picked up a little slice of mango and popped it in her mouth. “I thought one of the first things you’d do was get a haircut. Though – I won’t lie, I think the longer hair suites you.”
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 3, 2008 7:25:30 GMT -5
Despite everything; how he felt about her, how he wished he didn’t feel about her, how Jack factored in to everything, how they just kept screwing everything up... despite it all, he loved to see her smile. Too bad his own was short lived.
Everyone had these ‘first things’ they wanted to do when they got back. Eat a real meal, take a hot shower, sleep in a real bed, go shopping, watch television, go for a drive; the list was endless. Sawyer hadn’t bothered with any of these. The first thing he did was get plastered, and not because it was the first thing he wanted to do, but because it was the only thing he could do at that point, the only thing that had a remote chance of taking the pain away. At least until the next morning when he’d had a whole new brand of pain to deal with.
Taking up the offer, he reached across the table and plucked a grape from the bowl in front of Kate. Looking over at her, he raised his eyebrows slightly as she actually offered a compliment. That was unexpected considering how hostile she had been only moments ago. Unconsciously running a hand back through his hair, he shrugged.
“Well, ya see, there was this hairdresser back on tha Island who gave me tha ‘perfect’ cut,” the southerner drawled, making air quotes around the word Kate had actually used at the time to describe the haircut. “Don’t think I’ll find someone as good as her back here.”
Damn, he hadn’t meant it to sound like that. Or maybe he had. Didn’t matter. Jack was already moving in, lying and playing dirty, throwing his good name and money around to mark his territory. Once again playing the White Knight, saving Kate from a fate he had probably talked her into in the first place. Her freedom, even being here at this table at this moment, she now owed to the good doctor and he wasn’t likely to let her forget it.
Attempting to cover his blundered words as well as his following dark thoughts, Sawyer titled his head back and tossed the grape into the air, catching it easily in his mouth.
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Post by kateausten on Jun 7, 2008 2:05:21 GMT -5
Kate’s hands twisted the silky napkin in between her fingers as she listened to him, why the hell could he have that instant effect on her? Her stomach fluttered lightly as she watched him, her eyes nor daring to remove themselves from his. What was it that attracted her so much to him? Had them at each others throats one minute, then the next the ability to bring them closer then ever.
A small smile slid onto Kate’s lips as she opened her mouth to speak – She didn’t have enough time to reply before Sawyer had opened his mouth again, this statement however left her speechless, this was the second time she’d thought they were over for good, but then here he sat the words making herself flush crimson. Did he mean it like that like she thought he’d intended, or had he simply meant something not nearly as influential as he had.
“I think she’s got the same problem.” Kate said before she even realized.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 8, 2008 20:26:43 GMT -5
Chewing the grape, Sawyer swallowed slowly, almost dreading any response Kate might have. He hoped she’d take his words literally, or at least pretend to...
Her actual reply was more than he could have hoped for. Looking up to meet her eyes, he held her gaze for a long moment without speaking, his eyes saying everything better than he ever could verbally. And then he had a dangerous thought: maybe coming back here wasn’t such a bad thing. It was accompanied by an even more dangerous feeling: hope. He didn’t know what to do with his life now that he was back, didn’t even know who he was anymore, but with her... maybe he could find out.
“I ain’t much of a hairdresser,” he replied with a dimple baring smile though the look in his eyes remained soft. That was until a sound off to his side drew his attention. Looking over, he noticed the couple at the table beside them whispering and continuously glancing in their direction. In fact, they weren’t the only ones. The couple, the waitress, that short guy at the bar. All of them looking while pretending not to look. Narrowing his eyes, Sawyer’s expression darkened as he turned back to face Kate.
“Hey, ya wanna get outta here?” he asked sincerely.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 10, 2008 12:46:34 GMT -5
Since when were there phones on the Island?
The harsh ringing made Jack jolt slightly, jerking out of sleep and dreams of blue ocean and sandy beaches and he realised as he opened his sleep-fogged eyes, that his eyeline was paralell with the bedskirt on the bed. He rolled over onto his back and realised that he was laying on the floor. He hadn't had much sleep, he knew. He was still on the Island, his brain told him. That he had to sleep with one eye open, always ready to spring into action for any problem or trouble. A slight groan escaped his lips as he pulled himself up into a sitting position, and he reached up, grabbing blindly for the phone. "Hello?" he asked groggily, and brought a hand up to rub at his eyes. "Hey, Mom. No. No, I just woke up. Mom, you don't have to apologise for what you said, you--it's alot to take. No, of course I realise that. I love you, too, Mom."
Jack moved to stand, stretching his aching muscles before he frowned. "Um, yeah, I can. Yeah, I will. I missed you too, Mom." Jack found himself smiling slightly. "I will. I'm going to go to work Yeah, I will. That'd be nice." Jack moved, idly flipping through the paper as he nodded. "Oh yeah? Huh. I havn't talked to them since I was like, 20. I guess dying makes people eager to see you again even though you'll have nothing to--" Jack's eyes focused on the Celeb Gossip page, and the glaring headline:
For Love or...reputation?
A sandy beach, star filled skies, and blue green water...
"Son of a bitch." Jack whispered, and then blinked, shaking his head. "No, no, Mom, not you, I just--" he frowned deepily. "Look, why don't I call you later tonight and we can have dinner? Yeah. Yeah, I'll call you around 8. Alright. I love you, too, Mom. Bye."
Jack hung up the phone and tossed it, grabbing the paper with both hands as he continued to read, anger boiling. The simple fact that this...this dumbass young reporter decided to play judge on his life, his actions...not to mention he had NO clue what had actually gone on during the time they had been on the Island.
Jack frustratedly folded the paper and tossed it ont he bed before quickly pulling on clothes. He'd go to this rag mag and give them a peice of his mind, and the name of his lawyer. The audacity to even think that his patients had anything to do with who he chose to bail out? Kate wasn't a murderer, at least in his mind.
His blood boiled as he exited his hotel room and made his way down to the lobby. However, he made a rational decision; he needed to calm down. It did no good for him to go in there hot headed and ready for a fight, which was completely how he was now. He was slightly hungry, too, and he figured he'd give himself an hour to compose h imself and his thoughts before he went to deal with it. He walked up to the hostess, trying to put on a smile that didn't look as if he would murder everyone in the room.
"Ah, Doctor Shephard. A table or booth?"
"Um, either is fine, thanks."
The hostess lead him to a table, and Jack sat down. The waiter came over, and Jack lifted his head from his hands as she moved to the side of the table. "Um...Vodka and Orange Juice, please. Strong. And...." Jack glanced in the menu, "I'll get the fruit bowl."
He pulled the paper out of his suit pocket and looked at it again, trying to see if by magick, the words would change and it'd just be a figmant of REM sleep, something that he had read wrong.
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