Who: Sawyer and Open What: Just when you think you're going home.. When: Afternoon, April 3rd Where: NYC - Soundstage. Status: Open Rating: TBD.
It had been one of those days, one of those few, really damn good days. There were boats, helicopters, and be damned if a way home wasn't right there for the taking. Hell, he'd been on the damn thing, ready for a real cigarette, fried chicken, cheap gold necklaces, and getting everything right back to where it should have been from the start. He'd even squared his oldest debt in the world, given some thought to catching up with his daughter...maybe even having some kind of real life. He shouldn't have been so surprised when it all turned to shit on him.
A helicopter, too low on fuel to get them where they needed to go with the weight they were carrying left Sawyer to play the stupid ass hero. It'd probably be another long, eternity, in hell back on that damnable island. He remembered hitting the water, remembered it hurt like hell is more adequate. That, god awful, burning, ring in his ears hadn't felt too good either as he'd floated there, trying to tread water. Next thing he knew? He was asleep, soaking wet, with sand clinging to the side of his face.
He didn't even bother moving much at first, simply groaned and ran his hands over his face, checking to make sure he was alive. "Sonofabitch.." He groaned. "What the hell was I thinkin' jumping out of a perfectly good helicopter? Hell, I was almost home.." Maybe someone was in ear shot, with his luck it'd probably have been Juliet..who'd just call him out on all his bullshit attitude all over again. Right now? He just wasn't in the mood.
Finally deciding to roll over, he pushed his fingers into the sand and got ready to right himself. Suddenly he became very aware that something was very, very, wrong. The sand was only a couple inches deep. He rolled over onto his stomach and began to frantically paw at it, wondering just what the hell he'd washed up on - only hoping his luck was good enough that it wasn't another of those damn hatches. Those things were nothing but trouble.
When his eyes were greeted with the sight of, what only could have been, concrete his eyes went wild and swelled with confusion. "What the.." His voice trailed off as he reached into the rear waistband of his pants, checking for the gun, grumbling when his hands came up empty. Great. Just great. He had no idea where the hell he was, what the hell was going on, and now? Now he didn't have a gun to boot. This was shaping up to be the greatest day ever.
His green eyes swam wildly over his surroundings, which didn't help things at all. There were all kinds of crazy lights, things he recognized from watching Television shows and behind the scenes features on DVD, camera equipment, collapsible chairs, nothing that really should have surprised him a whole lot considering everything else he'd seen in this cursed place..but it was the state of it all that had him alarmed. Everything was...a mess. Chairs were tipped over, the room stank of stale coffee and rotting food and...was that blood?
"Oh hell No." Sawyer scrambled to his feet, bolting forward and pausing only to observe the poorly painted "ocean" backdrop that greeted him at the edge of the sand. "Oh what the hell is this?" He threw his hands up in the air and stared skyward. "Listen here, I know you an me ain't on the best of terms, Mister Almighty, but don't you think this is just a little.." His voice trailed off as his eyes caught sight of the pack of Camel cigarettes sitting next to a coffee maker, and the lighter scattered nearby on the floor.
"Never mind." He rolled his eyes and moved to pick it up. First things first. He'd figure out just where the hell he was, and then he'd figure out just how the hell to get out of where he was and move on. The incentive of some real, honest to goodness, quiet time? It didn't make him want to put too much of a rush on it. It was an awful day, it'd only get worse no doubt. Right now, if he could have five minutes to just think, have a smoke, and get his thoughts in order, he knew he'd be fine.