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crossing_lostrpIt was curiosity, pure and simple. That was the only reason that Sawyer packed his bag, grabbed some food and a few bottles of water and prepared to head into the jungle before the first light of dawn even broke. He had a torch to guide him and he'd have better luck getting into the jungle with no hangers on if he left before what was left of the beach camp woke.
He heard the rumors: several of the women had been kidnapped and everybody who could fight or defend themselves had taken it into their heads to help out. Sawyer just wanted to get a first hand update. He didn't have any interest in what happened to those silly twittering females. They knew the risks and wandered into the jungle unprotected, high and mighty thinking so much of themselves with their sticks and stones and self-defense.
Served 'em right, every last one of 'em.
"Sawyer."
Sawyer drew to a halt and rolled his eyes heavenward. Of course, I can't even sneak off without someone trying to sneak up on me. He didn't think about how annoying it was that someone had snuck up on him. Turning, he was surprised to see Tokyo Rose standing there, a pack on her bag.
"Well, well, well, to what do I owe the pleasure, darling?" Sawyer asked. "Oh, wait, that's right, you don't understand a word I'm sayin' so I don't have to say anything do I? Let's see if you get pantomime. I ain't lookin' for no company. Go back."
"Jin go. Jin gone," the woman paused and concentrated. "You go. I go."
"Learnin' some English are you? Or is that Engrish?" Sawyer smirked. "Well, try this on for size: I ain't your babysitter. I don't care if Jin is gone and you're not comin' with me." He waved back towards the camp, "I go. You stay. You get. Scat. Go."
The woman stiffened and drew up her shoulders and Sawyer groaned. This was going to take until dawn if she tried to argue with him when they knew all of five words between them. She breathed out slowly and then to his surprise, said very clearly and concisely, "I am worried about Jin, Sawyer. I am worried about my friends. I do not want to go alone and I know you are going. And I am coming with you."
It took Sawyer at least a full minute to stop working his jaw like a fish out of water. "You speak English."
"And we are wasting time. I will lead if you will not." With that, she snatched the torch from his head and began marching towards the jungle.
He heard the rumors: several of the women had been kidnapped and everybody who could fight or defend themselves had taken it into their heads to help out. Sawyer just wanted to get a first hand update. He didn't have any interest in what happened to those silly twittering females. They knew the risks and wandered into the jungle unprotected, high and mighty thinking so much of themselves with their sticks and stones and self-defense.
Served 'em right, every last one of 'em.
"Sawyer."
Sawyer drew to a halt and rolled his eyes heavenward. Of course, I can't even sneak off without someone trying to sneak up on me. He didn't think about how annoying it was that someone had snuck up on him. Turning, he was surprised to see Tokyo Rose standing there, a pack on her bag.
"Well, well, well, to what do I owe the pleasure, darling?" Sawyer asked. "Oh, wait, that's right, you don't understand a word I'm sayin' so I don't have to say anything do I? Let's see if you get pantomime. I ain't lookin' for no company. Go back."
"Jin go. Jin gone," the woman paused and concentrated. "You go. I go."
"Learnin' some English are you? Or is that Engrish?" Sawyer smirked. "Well, try this on for size: I ain't your babysitter. I don't care if Jin is gone and you're not comin' with me." He waved back towards the camp, "I go. You stay. You get. Scat. Go."
The woman stiffened and drew up her shoulders and Sawyer groaned. This was going to take until dawn if she tried to argue with him when they knew all of five words between them. She breathed out slowly and then to his surprise, said very clearly and concisely, "I am worried about Jin, Sawyer. I am worried about my friends. I do not want to go alone and I know you are going. And I am coming with you."
It took Sawyer at least a full minute to stop working his jaw like a fish out of water. "You speak English."
"And we are wasting time. I will lead if you will not." With that, she snatched the torch from his head and began marching towards the jungle.
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[House] God made sand to mock the crippled (tag open)
Date: 2006-07-26 12:53 pm (UTC)My ideal beach, he thought bitterly to himself as he stumbled over yet another dip in the sand, is grass that goes right down to the water. Where there's no need to look like a cinnamon donut every time you lather your body up with suntan oil just before a mini sandstorm hits the beach. What kind of a moron is God to make something like sand, anyway?
With each trudged, stumbled step he took, he could hear the faint rattling of the last four remaining Vicodin pills in the pill vial, in his pocket. Step-step, rattle, step-step, rattle. Like each step he was taking -- each pained step he was taking -- was reminding him of the fact that he was screwed once the last of said four pills made it into his mouth. Which was going to be within the next twenty-four hours. And then what? Then what the hell was he going to do?
Not that House was on a mission to score himself some other means of pain medication. Not yet, anyway. No, the only thing that helped somewhat with the pain in his thigh was walking; walking the pain out, keeping his leg moving because if he kept still, the pain seemed to radiate and resonate through his thigh at a much louder and fiercer level.
Scarring from the surgery was minimal, that jackass of a so-called psychic -- what was his name? Kid? Scott? Who damn well cared about his name; ‘kid’ would do -- had told him. Minimal. As though all the pain he was feeling and the entire infarction -- the four-day blockage he’d endured in the lateral circumflex femoral artery, and the extensive muscular debridement he’d gone through as a result of that -- was nothing but a joke. Like it was all in his head.
He’d been so focused on trying to keep his balance, keeping his eyes trained to the ground as he hobbled along with his cane, that he didn’t really notice Sawyer or the other lady. Well, not until he’d got near enough. Thoughts of how much of a jackass God was for making sand, and how much better the world would be if House ran it, were keeping House occupied. That, and the chronic pain in his right thigh. And the sound of the pills rattling. Though, he just happened to look up, happened to see the darkened outlines of Sawyer and the woman discussing something before they both evidently decided to head towards the jungle.
Well, well, what have we here?
Because House wasn’t one to care about drawing attention to himself (unless he was trying to be stealthy), he stopped in his tracks and opened his mouth, and announced loudly and cynically, “You don’t happen to know if there’s a drugstore down in the direction that you’re heading, do you?”
[OOC: Eek, I hope I'm doing this right. Feel free to, you know, slap me into line if I'm doing anything wrong here.]
OOC applause
Date: 2006-07-26 02:20 pm (UTC)OOC cheers
Date: 2006-07-26 03:05 pm (UTC)OOC Cheers and Comment
Date: 2006-07-26 04:58 pm (UTC)Only one note: House does know who Sun is. He knows she doesn't speak English and that she's a big fan of herbal remedies, knows a lot of herblore. She helps out at the infirmary, mostly with Doctor Pierson (aka Methos) because she isn't a fan of House's sunnyside personality; of course the advantage of pretending to not speak English allows her to ignore him and his commentary. But yes, he is familiar with Sun.
Re: OOC Cheers and Comment
Date: 2006-07-26 05:20 pm (UTC)I'll learn the ropes eventually, I promise. ;)
Re: OOC Don't worry about it
Date: 2006-07-26 05:25 pm (UTC)And your House is awesome; I love House, but never picked him up because I just cannot write him properly. So I'm thrilled to see someone who can write him so well has picked him up. :)
Re: OOC Don't worry about it
Date: 2006-07-26 05:27 pm (UTC)I am the moderator and I play four PCs (not to mention NPC-ing a slew of them as necessary) and it's hard for me to keep track of what my PCs know, don't know, and have done. Just last night, I had to dig back through the old posts before Daniel could phrase a reply to Scott. It happens and no one's going to spank you with a wet noodle for it . . . although we might make you sit in the Comfy Chair XD XD *snerk*
Re: OOC Don't worry about it
Date: 2006-07-27 01:20 am (UTC)darn. *pout*
[Sawyer] Talking Back (tag House, open)
Date: 2006-07-27 02:10 am (UTC)He stalked back to House and glowered, "Well, why don't you just wake the whole damn beach? We can make it field trip. And if you want to talk drugs, maybe you should be talking to your good friend, Charlie. I'm sure you and he gots lots to discuss. Now if you don't mind, Sunshine and I are off to actually be helpful. Useful, even. Something maybe you should try, being a doctor and all that."
[House] House can talk back, too (tag Sawyer, open)
Date: 2006-07-27 02:59 am (UTC)House was the sort of person who couldn’t care less if other people liked him or not. He couldn’t care less if people knew he cared or not, either. He was the sort of person who would willingly do something to help a person and not expect any praise for it. Something that was worthwhile, that was; not something pointless. Helping find people? Sure, he’d do that. If he didn’t have a bum leg.
He was also the sort of person to speak his mind, perhaps a little too liberally for his own good. Not that he cared about that, either; if people didn’t have thick skin, that wasn’t his problem.
He gestured towards the jungle where Sawyer and Sun where headed, completely ignoring the jibe Sawyer had shot at him. “You know, I like long walks, too, especially if they’re taken by people who annoy me.”
[Sawyer] Into the Breach (tag House, open)
Date: 2006-07-27 10:54 pm (UTC)"And I ain't walkin' slow on account of either one of you." The last was called back over his shoulder as he watched House head in his direction as quickly as his three legs could carry him. With a shake of his head, Sawyer shifted his pack on his back and grabbing the torch from Sun, headed into the trees.
"Sawyer!" Sun called. She said something in her native language, which sounded like gibberish to him, but he had an idea that it was some effort to tell him that they had to wait for the cripple while pretending that she didn't speak English.
"You know," Sawyer stopped and pitched his voice low, nearly carried away on the ocean breeze, "I'm gonna keep your little secret, but it's gonna cost you."
Sun did not even flinch. "I expected as much. What do you want, Sawyer?"
"I ain't figured it out yet. This is one of those things that has to be saved for a special occassion. Don't worry, when I figure it out, you'll be the first to know."
He smirked and with a sharp turn on his heel, disappeared into the jungle.
Sawyer only walked slower than normal because he was certain that Sunshine and Dr. Personality could provide some entertainment on the hike.
[House] "The cripple" catches up (tag Sawyer, open)
Date: 2006-07-27 11:44 pm (UTC)This is smart, Greg, this is really smart. What do you hope to achieve out of heading into potential No Man's Land with nothing but a cane to beat Sawyer with when you've had enough of him, and three Vicodin to left to spare you insanity?
Well, House supposed he could blame it on Sawyer when the pain in his leg got too great. Or take it out on him, at least. Still, this gave House something to actually do. He wasn't one to turn down adventures, even if it was with people he bore little tolerance for. House was a fast walker with his cane when he wanted to be. So, he was quick in catching up with Sawyer and Sun, despite the uneven ground.
"So," he announced in a cynical voice when he caught up with them both, "this is going to be fun: an adventure with a pretty boy and a woman who talks in the same onomatopoeic way when pans are being thrown down a flight of stairs. I think this calls for a game of I Spy."
OOC: Follow That Thread!
Date: 2006-07-28 12:10 am (UTC)Re: OOC: Follow That Thread!
Date: 2006-07-28 12:13 am (UTC)Re: OOC: Follow That Thread!
Date: 2006-07-28 12:51 pm (UTC)