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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-03 14:07:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 31, sam tyler, shannon rutherford

Day Thirty-One
Who: Shannon Rutherford and Sam Tyler
What: You heal my wounds and I'll heal yours...
When: Day 31 after dinner
Where: The bar
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Complete

Well, if Sam Tyler wasn't interested in a quick fuck to put their problems aside, Shannon could understand that, she supposed. In fact, she had a lot more respect for him, for it, if she was honest. The fact that he had a girlfriend back wherever he came from wasn't something she could've personally cared less about. She had Sayid, but Sayid wasn't here, so as far as Shannon was concerned, fair game. He had Annie and even though Annie wasn't here, he was committed. Admirable, if not a little annoying.

It seemed to Shannon that she and Sam had a bit in common - the fact that they had no friends here yet and the people they cared about were back home. Well. Maybe home for him; not for her. Home was a term she had learned to use very loosely, lately.

The idea of sitting at the bar with the golem in front of her was about as appealing now as it had been the other night with Greg, so she took her drink and, with a glare in the golem's general direction, she sashayed away and took a seat at one of the tables. She hadn't necessarily done it on purpose, but she'd chosen a different table, this time.

Sipping at her drink, she looked down at her watch - one she'd sorely missed the whole time she'd been on the Island and had asked the Planet to replace. She'd have to take it slow with this drink, considering the fact that all she'd been able to stomach for dinner was a passion fruit and an apple. God, she hoped that would let up soon... Nothing worse than having all she wanted at her fingertips and still not being able to stomach real food.

If Sam didn't show up soon, she'd call it a night; go back to her room, make use of the ballet bar again, and then cozy up on the damn floor because the stupid bed was still too soft compared to the sand to which she'd become accustomed. Hopefully, though, he would. Already, she'd unofficially adopted him as a friend and that was saying an awful lot about the guy, especially since she'd never met him in person. Part of her hoped he wasn't attractive, because if he was, that'd be all the more difficult for her to keep her cool and use him for what she wanted him for: an outlet for her emotions. Someone who sounded as broken as she did was perfect. No one would have to know that she was an emotional wreck except for Sam Tyler and she doubted he'd shout it from the rooftops, because he sounded like he was in pretty much the same boat.

So now, she just had to wait for him to show up. With another sip of her drink she crossed her legs and leaned back against her chair. He had until she finished the drink and she'd bail. Hopefully, he wouldn't disappoint.

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sammyboy
2009-02-04 03:25 am UTC (link)

Sam really had to learn to get out more. He never did, he always burried himself into his work and focused more on that than anything else in his life. Other than Annie of course, who told him when he needed a break and with much persuasion, would be the only one to be able to make him.

Heading towards the bar, he was gla only a few people thought of him as this Harold Saxon because it would make things far more difficult. It was hard enough being stuck here, but being thought of as this obviously awful man? It was going to be hard making friends.

Walking into the bar, he looked around for Shannon. Most of the tables were empty or had a few people sitting together, but one didn't. Walking over his hands in his pockets, he smiled at the woman.

"Shannon?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-02-04 10:24 am UTC (link)

Shannon looked up at the sound of her name and that small part of her that had been hoping for a busted up dude or a pretty boy deflated. Shit, he was attractive. She smiled back, but it was practiced and didn't reach her eyes. "Sam Tyler, I take it?" she asked. "Welcome to the Mirage Lonely Hearts Club's inaugural meeting," she joked and gestured for him to take a seat.

It didn't take a genius to notice that he hadn't gotten himself a drink and she wondered why. There could be a lot of reasons. Maybe he wasn't a drinker...maybe he was recovering alcoholic (although, if that was the case, she thought it a bit odd that he'd agree to meet her for a drink instead of, say, lunch or something). Or, maybe he just didn't want one, yet.

"How ya holdin' up so far?" she asked.

She couldn't remember when he was from and judging by his clothes was probably not a great idea, considering he could ask for whatever clothes he wanted and the Planet would provide. Did they have the internet where he was from? "So when did this place suck you up from?" she decided she might as well ask aloud, rather than stare at him and wonder silently.

She wasn't amazing with the internet or anything, because really, the internet was for two things: nerd gatherings and porn; but, if he came from an age with the internet, then so did his girlfriend and maybe he could at least shoot her an email to let her know that he was okay and trying to find his way home. It was a luxury she wouldn't have with Sayid and anyone who did have the internet back home was already missing her since she'd crashed. They thought her dead, by now, she figured; why tease the ones who gave a shit or disappoint the ones who didn't?

	sammyboy 2009-02-09 02:08 pm UTC (link)
	"I don't mind sharing but I don't like boring people with the little in my life." He listened to her talk, and when she mentioned her brother, he reached his hand out to cover hers. "Sounds awful. I can't imagine going through that." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sammyboy 2009-02-13 02:46 pm UTC (link)
	"Well that's a vague question. No one ever really knows how to answer it." He noticed her smug smile falter, and he felt slightly proud of himself. "Oh nothing," he said with a smile. He'd seen the look in her eyes when he first arrived, and knew what she meant by interesting. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)