Sawyer (futureprepared) wrote in abaeterno_rpg, @ 2021-09-01 16:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, c: marcus wright, l: space, u: sawyer |
Who: Sawyer and Open
When: September 1
Where: Bar
What: Sawyer is not staying but he's going to get a drink before he finds a way off this Dharma contraption
Warning: Language(ish?)
Well fan-damn-tastic, Sawyer thought, or maybe he muttered it under his breath, as he stalked away from the conductor upon being greeted. Son of a bitch, if it ain't another special feature of the island or some nonsense Ben never mentioned.
Sawyer skulked through the bus. Had he been told he would end up anywhere like this place a few months ago, he would have laughed out loud, clapped you on the back, and asked if you had a bridge to sell him in New York City. But he'd seen just about everything now. Damned Dharma. Damned Whitmore. What was this station called? Star Wars? He didn't know.
He wandered, passed some real strange folks, found his room, marveled that they'd bothered with one for him; he wasn't staying. But since there was definitely a bar, he'd passed it with it's weird lights, he was going to step up and get a drink. So he did. Settling his long legs under a stool, he looked around for whoever was going to pour him a nice stiff drink of whiskey.
"Hello?"