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Characters: Sawyer, open
Rating: PG
Location: Outside his cottage
Day and Time: July 11, morning
Status: Open
Sawyer was in a bad mood before even opening his eyes because all that sunlight streaming in on his face meant part of his tent had collapsed and if it had been another boar he was gonna shoot that son of a bitch this time. The annoyed grumble died on his lips as his blue eyes snapped open and stared around him at what was unmistakably a house. Four walls, comfy bed, no sign of sand or palm trees and without the unconvincing artificial sunlight of the Hatch.
His hand snuck under his pillow and sure enough there was a gun right where he would have left it. That didn’t make no sense because far as he knew the only houses on the Island were the ones the Others had – not that he’d ever seen ‘em, but Alex had mentioned them, although what the hell the Others needed backyards for he had no idea. Anyway that theory didn’t fly because the Others wouldn’t have let him keep his gun. He popped it open just to check and yeah, sure enough, loaded.
He sat up, pulling on the boots sitting by the side of the bed and keeping the gun close as he headed for the door. Pushing it open he stared around him at a landscape made up of soaring mountains and dark evergreen trees that was definitely not a tropical island. “Aw, son of a bitch!”
Rating: PG
Location: Outside his cottage
Day and Time: July 11, morning
Status: Open
Sawyer was in a bad mood before even opening his eyes because all that sunlight streaming in on his face meant part of his tent had collapsed and if it had been another boar he was gonna shoot that son of a bitch this time. The annoyed grumble died on his lips as his blue eyes snapped open and stared around him at what was unmistakably a house. Four walls, comfy bed, no sign of sand or palm trees and without the unconvincing artificial sunlight of the Hatch.
His hand snuck under his pillow and sure enough there was a gun right where he would have left it. That didn’t make no sense because far as he knew the only houses on the Island were the ones the Others had – not that he’d ever seen ‘em, but Alex had mentioned them, although what the hell the Others needed backyards for he had no idea. Anyway that theory didn’t fly because the Others wouldn’t have let him keep his gun. He popped it open just to check and yeah, sure enough, loaded.
He sat up, pulling on the boots sitting by the side of the bed and keeping the gun close as he headed for the door. Pushing it open he stared around him at a landscape made up of soaring mountains and dark evergreen trees that was definitely not a tropical island. “Aw, son of a bitch!”