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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-06 00:05:00

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!complete, day 03, location: pharmacy/liquor store, shannon rutherford, shizuka domeki

Day Three - Daybreak
Who: Shizuka Domeki and Shannon Rutherford
Where: The Pharmacy
What: Looking for an inhaler and anything else that might provide useful
When: Sun up
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Complete

Between having frozen her ass off all night - hey, it had seemed like a good idea at the time to get so cold she'd never be able to sleep - and being under so much stress, by the time Sam woke up the following morning, rendering Shannon's shift complete, she could barely breathe at all. She croaked a hurried explanation to Sam as to where she was going and breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth as calmly as she could manage while writing to Domeki that she was leaving. She hoped he'd be awake.

The sunlight was a nice surprise and it felt amazing against her bare arms and shoulders. The tank top wasn't so bad in this weather. A little chillier than it had been on the Island, but she barely noticed because it felt infinitely warmer than she'd been feeling the past two days. Shannon took her time, keeping a slow pace and occassionally stopping entirely to gasp and wheeze after looking around to make sure no one could see or hear her. If she didn't find an inhaler in the pharmacy, she'd be so screwed at this point. Domeki would have to go fetch the Doctor or Martha or something, because she wouldn't be able to walk anymore by then. Panic would only put her into full blown attack mode and she'd probably be too close to passing out and crying to do anything for herself. She really, really hoped it didn't come down to that.

When she reached the thrift store, she was still alone and she frowned as she leaned against it, exhausted. It wasn't a hideously long walk, but it had felt like miles and miles. Hopefully he was up, around, and would show up in a few minutes. The sooner the better. ...and he'd better fucking keep the knowledge of her asthma to herself. Domeki would be the first person to learn Shannon's weakness, but he would also be one of the last. He and the Doctor had exclusive knowledge and the Doctor had already promised to keep it to himself. There'd be hell to pay if Domeki told, that was all Shannon knew. He'd be sorry, that was for sure. That was Shannon's biggest secret and she'd almost spilled it for the whole town to see. Stupid move, but she wouldn't make it again.

Shannon looked up the road and then down it again. If he wasn't there in another fifteen minutes or so, she'd leave without him and drop him a line to have him change course, complete with directions on how to do it. It wasn't like she was impatient (okay, she was, but that wasn't the problem this time); she just didn't know how long she could hold out before the panic started to set in and made things exponentially worse.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-07 12:14 am UTC (link)

Shannon looked back at Domeki with a raised eyebrow when he asked if she had someone to drink with. What are you? Like, twelve? she found herself thinking in a much similar tone that she'd asked pointed out that Kate was probably only two years older than she when Kate had suggested it wasn't a good idea for Shannon to go along on their first trek. The regression in attitude only served to piss her off even more, because Domeki was here to help her; not to be her placemat.

"No," she replied finally in as even a voice as she could, because she didn't want him to see her the way everyone on the Island had. It was easier with people here thinking she was nice. They didn't look down on her the way the other survivors had and she didn't want them to start now. She started to ask why, but he'd reached into her basket and helped himself to the peppermint schnapps. Her eyebrow raised again as he walked off with it. Bold little fucker, wasn't he? Even as she was a bit miffed that he'd helped himself to her liquor, she couldn't stop the smirk that crossed her lips. "I know the way," she said, following him until she could reach to take the bottle back. She took another healthy pull from it and looked over at him as they walked. "Why are you being so nice to me?" She had to ask. Most times, men had motives and even if he looked younger than she was, he was still a guy.

It occurred to her that after the gym, there was still the whole thing thing with the wolf meat and that meeting at the carnival, neither of which she felt like doing anymore. She really should wait before getting drunk, but she didn't want to. She was hurting now; she wanted to be numb now. Besides, how hard could it be to skewer a hunk of wolf on a stick and hold it over a fire the way Locke had with the boar? A monkey could do it, so Shannon could, too, drunk or not. Plus, what really did she have to do at the meeting other than stand there? Sam was the one doing the census and Martha was the one who'd said she wanted to put together the meeting. Let them run it. Martha could be Kate, if she wanted to be. Today, Shannon didn't care.

Taking another drink and nearly choking on it when it went down the wrong tube, Shannon held the bottle back out for Domeki as they walked, sputtering and wiping her chin on her arm from where the alcohol had spilled on her. "Think we can finish this before we get to the church?" she asked wryly, head already starting to swim. She hadn't had that much to drink and Shannon was normally really good at holding her liquor, but she hadn't had a drink in over a month and all that was in her stomach was a Slim Fast bar. She smirked at him and raised her eyebrows almost in challenge.

It vaguely registered in Shannon's mind that the last thing anyone around here needed was a couple of drunk kids - and technically, Shannon sort of was one if only barely, if one was going by the legal drinking age in her home country - stumbling around like idiots and whether Domeki was just interested in drinking for the sake of drinking or drinking to wash away some problems he didn't want to share with Shannon, she wasn't sure, but if they finished the bottle before they got to the church, a couple of drunk kids was exactly what the rest of the group would have. When she thought about it, Shannon kind of didn't give a rat's ass. She'd done her part. She taught Piper and Sam to make torches and she'd helped with the map and census. Shannon had even journaled to tell people where to find some things whenever she could. That was plenty. She deserved, wanted, and was damn well going to take a much-needed break. Let someone else take the reins for a minute.

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throughyoureye
2009-04-07 02:03 am UTC (link)

The fact that he was basically a kid stealing liquor from an adult never really occurred to Domeki. He was rather used to being able to drink fairly freely, as it was never that difficult for him to get a hold of some form of alcohol, and he had spent enough evenings drinking with Yuko that it seemed almost natural to have an older drinking partner; it never even occurred to him that it might be a touch odd for him to be drinking, even if he could realize that there was something a bit shameful about drinking so publicly.

The thought of drinking seemed to naturally draw his mind back to the long evenings spent in the witch's parlor and his expression faltered just slightly as he remembered how content and how happy those moments seemed in warm retrospect. Domeki had never really been able to rightly call himself 'lonely' but there was a special magic in those nightly gatherings - just as there was a certain beauty to all of those meaningless lunches shared with Watanuki and Kunogi. There was sadness in thinking that those times might now only be a matter of memory but there was some solace in knowing that the company wasn't entirely behind him.

"Looks like you have a drinking partner now," Domeki commented lightly. He allowed the bottle to be passed back to her and he nodded to the fact that she knew where she was going. "You'll have to lead the way to the gym, though; I still haven't gotten a hang of locating all the buildings around here."

"Hm?" He raised his eyebrows at her question as to why he was being nice to her but he wasn't sure that there was an easy answer for that. The truth was that Domeki couldn't see any reason why he shouldn't be nice to Shannon; she appeared to be a good person but, more than that, he could sense that there was a core of pain deep within her - and it was often deep pain in another which drew his attention. It was hard to explain, even to himself, but he seemed to thrive when he could work in ways both obvious and not to help another; sexual motives in any form never even began to enter his mind.

"It's a trait of heroic poets, I hear," Domeki answered with a casual shrug. It wasn't a real or an honest answer but the true answer seemed so obvious that he assumed that it went without saying. "Kindness to his muse and a willingness to indulge in public."

Speaking of indulging in public, Domeki accepted the offered bottle. He lifted the bottle with the intention of taking another deep sip but he paused with the bottle at his lips. The mention of the church reminded him of the duties which still laid ahead of the both of them and, though he knew that he could drink quite a bit without showing even the first sign of drunkenness, he wasn't sure that he wanted the first public impression - for either of them - to be that of sloppy drunkenness. There was an argument for the need for alcohol to soothe the shock of current events, that much was true, but Domeki wasn't sure that he wanted Shannon to have her image with the rest of the group tainted.

"Hm, that depends," he answered her question carefully. Domeki made a point to keep the bottle to himself as he continued on and he silently debated what his next move should be. "How far do we have to go?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-07 02:57 am UTC (link)

Nodding, Shannon smiled wryly. "Yeah, looks like," she agreed. She continued walking, making her way toward the gym. "I only know it because I passed it once," she admitted to him, tucking her hair behind her ears and wishing very much that she had a hair tie to pull it back out of her face.

"Mmm, is it?" Shannon asked with a smirk when he declared his amiable attitude as a trait of heroic poets. The fact that he'd apparently decided that she was going to the muse to his heroic poet made her smile slightly. If he had hidden motives, Domeki was doing a very good job of hiding them from Shannon and that was fine with her. If he did want something in return for his kindness, the longer he kept it to himself, the better. "Good to know."

He took the bottle and made to take a drink, but it wasn't lost on Shannon that he hadn't actually taken it. She furrowed her brow slightly, looking away from him briefly just to check their progress before looking back at him.

Apparently, Shannon thought, Domeki was going to chicken out. "To get to the church? Including the pit stop at the gym, almost all the way across town," she replied, eying the bottle in his hand. "You're hogging, you know," she pointed out, looking back up at him. If he didn't want to wash away his problems with her then that was just fine with Shannon. She didn't need his help getting drunk; she could do that just fine on her own. But, she wouldn't be able to if he kept holding onto the fucking bottle.

Actually, no, fuck that shit. Finders keepers and she'd found the schnapps. He could do what he wanted; she was washing away her sorrows. With that thought in mind, she took the bottle back from him anyway, knocking back another full swig. "Y'know what? You don't have to. It's fine," she said flippantly, looking straight ahead again and narrowing her eyes against the sunlight. She took a left when the road split and nodded toward the gym looming in front of them.

"The gym," she explained. It was almost, almost, humorous to her that he hadn't known where it was when it was quite literally across the street, but to be fair, she'd taken a wrong turn and had led them the long way around the back of the pharmacy, because her focus had been too much on breathing and not enough on where they'd been going.

She pointed up the road. "Church is all the way at the end of this. Well, just about at the end, I figure, since the end is probably just another friggen glass wall," she muttered, taking another drink. She didn't offer him the bottle again, but she held it loosely, should he decide he wanted it back.

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throughyoureye
2009-04-07 05:04 am UTC (link)

"Ah. I didn't realize that it was so far," Domeki nodded in response to the details of how far they had yet to go. He made a mental note to take a better look at the map when he had the time so that he could begin to get a grip on the finer points of their surroundings but, for now, he supposed that it wasn't so bad having to ask Shannon for a little help. "We're probably going to be a bit late getting there to help everyone."

Absently, he wondered if he ought not to make a note in his journal explaining that they both would be late to the church but that they still intended to help - but he soon dismissed the idea with a slight shake of his head. The others involved might not yet even be up and around yet and there was a chance that they'd still manage to make it on time. Even if not, the fact that they were helping with medical supplies should make a decent enough excuse.

"Mm, sorry," he murmured quietly as he allowed her take the bottle back. Domeki briefly played with the idea of suggesting that they go easy on the alcohol until after they'd finished the work they had already volunteered to do but he wasn't sure that it was such a wise idea; Shannon quite obviously already had it in her head that she wanted to thoroughly numb herself and Domeki wasn't entirely sure that he knew of any way to convince her to do otherwise - or even that he should try. Shannon was a grown adult, after all, and she was capable of making her own decisions. Still, even if he couldn't keep her from drinking, he could at least make sure that she didn't stumble into any unforeseen problems.

"I don't mind drinking with you," Domeki continued to explain with the faintest hint of a shrug. "It's sort of nice, really. I was just wondering if we should be drinking heavily before we have to use sharp skinning implements and things of that nature. It's your own choice, though."

"Huh. I could have all but tripped over it," he shook his head at himself as soon as he realized that the gym was directly in front of where he was standing but he didn't really feel all that foolish - he would simply remember where the gym was for the next time he needed it. "Do you want me to come in with you to deliver these things or should I wait here?"

Domeki made no effort to reach for the bottle - it seemed that he must have all but forgotten it as he turned his glance up the street in the direction which she had pointed. "A glass wall?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-07 02:16 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, it's way up there," Shannon replied. Looking over at him and raising an eyebrow, she appeared to be confused by the idea of being late when the sun had only really just finished coming up on their way to the pharmacy. "You think?" she asked. "It's really early, I think..." she commented offhandedly, looking straight ahead again as they walked.

When he pointed out that maybe they shouldn't be drinking heavily before working with knives and trying to skin the wolves, Shannon's face contorted in disgust. "I didn't volunteer for that," she contradicted. "I said I'd help them cook. Anybody can do that; it's so easy. Stab it with a stick and hold it over the fire; slice it with a knife to check it every ten minutes or so until it's cooked all the way through. If Locke can effing do it, I can. How hard can it be?" she asked, frowning.

The fact that he had pointed out that it was sort of nice drinking with her had been completely lost on Shannon once he'd pulled a Boone. Shannon wasn't stupid. She could tell when a suggestion was really more of a veiled command, because no one ever thought Shannon could do things on her own.

"Martha said just leave it," Shannon replied. "So I'm gonna just leave it." She shrugged. Maybe yesterday, before she'd been in such a bad mood, she'd have gone inside and handed over the goods, but now she wasn't planning on doing any more work than necessary.

When Domeki asked about the glass wall, she furrowed her brow. "Yeah..." she said slowly. Hadn't everyone heard about the glass wall keeping them from just walking down the street until they were out of the town? "There's a glass wall at the end of the road and on the other side of the forest in a few places that I've seen personally, which makes me think that it runs around the whole town... You didn't know?"

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throughyoureye
2009-04-07 03:24 pm UTC (link)

"Hm, you're right," Domeki glanced up to the sky and he frowned just slightly to see that the sun really was only just past the horizon. The fact that he had become confused on the earliness of the hour troubled him for a moment but he soon decided that it was the least of his troubles. "We should be alright then, even if it is a bit of a walk."

Domeki showed brief surprise when she reacted with such disgust to the idea of skinning the wolves but his expression soon returned to its neutral normal. It was fairly easy to understand, after all, that some people would be a bit squeamish about processing the meat in such a fashion. "Mm, I see," he nodded to her assurances that cooking the wolf meat would be easy enough to do even while drunk but there was still a touch of doubt about him. "I'm sure you can handle it - sober or drunk. I didn't realize you had experience with cooking wild game over open fires."

"Alright," he nodded to the instructions just to leave the supplies. A few steps further took him to the front of the building but he paused a moment so that he could look for a place to leave the baskets where they would be both easily seen and safe should the wind pick up or should it suddenly decide to rain. Finally, he ended up placing his own just outside of what he assumed to be the main entrance. "Think she'll be able to find them if we just leave the baskets here?"

"I didn't know," Domeki confirmed with a slight shake of his head. His own brow furrowed at the thought that they were mostly likely hedged in on all sides but it did make a certain logical sense - nothing kept people prisoner better than solid walls. "I didn't do much exploring yesterday after I arrived," he continued to explain, leaving out the fact that the reason he hadn't explored was because he had been feeling a bit too weak to do much more than escape the woods and find some semi-safe place to shelter. "I'll have to have a look around later, if there's time after the meeting."

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-07 08:05 pm UTC (link)

Nodding, Shannon took another drink, this one more of a sip, because her stomach was disagreeing with being empty and attempting to be filled with liquor rather than sustenance. "I'd think so, anyway," she mumbled in response.

As she placed her own basket down beside Domeki's, taking out the inhalers for herself, Shannon shrugged. "I'm not. But I've seen someone do it. A lot." Her voice was unintentionally clipped as she said it; Shannon didn't like to think about John Locke in a positive light, anymore.

Even if somewhere deep down, Shannon blamed herself for the amount of time that Boone had spent with the other man, on the surface, she still blamed John Locke directly for Boone's death. That thought, too, conjured again the anger she felt toward Sayid for interrupting her and not letting her kill Locke when she'd had the chance. Shaking her head as if to clear the thoughts, she took another drink in spite of the disagreement in her stomach and looked up at Domeki. Shannon wasn't bit on apologies, so she didn't vocalize it. Instead, she nodded at his question. "Yeah, she'll find it. I'll leave her a note or something when I get back to my journal."

As Domeki admitted that he hadn't known about the glass wall in spite of the fact that there had been some discussion of it on the journals, Shannon stood up straight again, smoothing down her skirt and starting up the road again, bottle of alcohol in one hand and inhalers in the other. "I did a little, two days ago," she said, "but not much." She looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. "Think you'll want company?" she asked before she could stop herself.

The road ahead was long; she couldn't see the church at the end of it because it was slightly uphill, but it wasn't like she cared if she made her way to the church by the time they'd gotten started on the wolves. She had no desire to watch them being skinned and she'd only offered to help cook because she'd felt obligated to do so. At the current point in time, Shannon would be contented to just go back to the museum and drink the rest of the schnapps with or without Domeki, but she somehow had the feeling he'd give her a hard time if she decided not to go, since he knew she'd meant to. It wasn't like he struck her as the bossy type and she didn't get the vibe off him that he'd slap her around like some guys had when she didn't want to do the things she'd committed to, but somehow seeing and hearing disappointment from someone hurt more than a backhand to the jaw or a kick to the kidney. No one knew about the whole of that experience, though - not even Boone - and Shannon intended to keep it that way. So, if she was misjudging him and he was a hitter, she didn't want to be the first here to deserve it, if for no other reason than she didn't want to draw more attention to herself than she already had by stupidly announcing her familiarization with a survival situation. With that thought in mind, if he insisted they still go to the church, she'd go. ...but she wouldn't like it.

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throughyoureye
2009-04-07 09:45 pm UTC (link)

The clipped tone of her response was enough to warn Domeki against continuing that particular aspect of the conversation and the memory of her mentioning something about a Craphole Island in the journals was enough of an answer to satisfy him. He did maintain a slight curiosity as to why the memory was seemingly so bitter as to warrant such a tone but he wouldn't ask - if Shannon wanted to talk about then she would bring it up in her own time. For now, he chose to respect whatever need for privacy she might have.

He did take a moment to ensure that the baskets of supplies were safe and secure enough not to be bothered by anything unexpected before straightening to his full height. Deciding that there was nothing further to do, Domeki pushed his hands idly into the pockets of his jeans and turned to start the long walk toward the church.

Domeki couldn't quite help from showing slight surprise at her offer to accompany him on future explorations of the town but he certainly wouldn't turn down the offer. "If you feel like coming, that's fine with me," he agreed with a slight nod. "It doesn't seem like there's really all that much to see but I'd like to have an idea of what there is and where it is - just in case." Just in case of what? Well, that was something that would have to be seen but he had few doubts that the time would come when he'd have to be able to find his own way through the winding streets.

Walking along, he chose an easy pace and he did nothing to press conversation when a silence fell. The thought that Shannon didn't seem all that enthused to go to the church did strike him but he didn't think of actually bringing it up - there was nothing binding her to walking with him and he'd hardly say or do anything should she decide to turn back. He could even understand why the act of skinning and cooking the wolves could be distasteful - even if he hadn't experience in doing either of those things.

"Do you know any of those who will be at the church?" He asked idly. "It sounds as if they'll have plenty of hands to help."

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-07 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Shrugging, Shannon leaned her head back much the way Domeki had earlier, on their way to the pharmacy, closing her eyes and letting the sun wash over her. "Nothing better to do unless I wake up in the woods tied to some poor bastard..." she muttered.

If that was the case, she hoped she died in the process. There was nothing left for Shannon anywhere. Even if she wanted to go back to Sayid, there was no way to find the Island, because she didn't even know where to begin looking. Boone was dead, so going back home to Sabrina was out, and it wasn't like this place was a fucking paradise. She didn't say as much to Domeki, though.

"I'd kind of like to see for myself if the glass runs all the way around or if it was just in those few places," she added, opening her eyes and looking back over at him again. "But you can bet I'm not ballsy enough to go on my own." Nor would she ask Sam, because in spite of everything, she was still wishy-washy about trusting him entirely. Domeki's additon of "just in case" wasn't lost on Shannon, but she thought nothing of it, considering. Just in case sounded like a good plan to her.

There was a short fall of silence between the two and Shannon couldn't bring herself to break it, her mind in another place entirely. A lot of other places, actually. When he broke it, though, she shook her head. "I haven't met many people in person. And actually out of the people I have met in person, I think you're the only one that'll be there," she replied.

A stone in her shoe stopped Shannon in her tracks as she tried to balance on one wobbly leg so that she could take it off and shake the stone out. "So gross, these shoes aren't even mine," she muttered more to herself than to Domeki. She chose not to include the fact that she'd gotten them off a corpse back on the Island. She still felt bad about it. After a short struggle with balance, she managed to get the shoe back on and started walking again.

Her awkward conversation with Sam from the night before briefly occurred to her. "So what do you when you're not saving damsels in distress and writing odes to the wonders of interdimensional ghost downs?" she asked, a smirk tugging at her lips again as she capped the liquor bottle and tucked it under her arm.

Shannon was well on her way past tipsy, but her stomach couldn't take any more alcohol. At least, not while she was walking. She'd finish it later. Maybe in private so she could have a good cry or something; everyone needed those from time to time...Shannon just didn't really like the idea of someone else, especially a stranger, seeing her in that sort of weak state.

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throughyoureye
2009-04-07 11:33 pm UTC (link)

"Hm. There must be a way to stop that from happening," Domeki tipped his head back, as if the answer could be written in the form of the clouds overhead but, of course, there was nothing. He had obviously read of the kidnappings which had occurred during his first day in this place and he was naturally troubled that being isolated wasn't the only offense this place had to offer - no, there were odd experiments and happenings on top of the fact that they had been brought to this dimension against their own wills. Logic spoke that there should be some way to prevent further happenings in the vein of the kidnappings but - well, that was working with the assumption that the subjects were being taken by something mundane, something human. If they were being spirited away, in a literal sense, then it would likely take something else entirely to prevent another unfortunate happening.

The idea of forming watches at all of the occupied buildings was an obvious one but the question arose if that would be enough - if the one running this place had enough strength to pull scattered people from their scattered realms then it should be nothing to take them from even guarded buildings. The thought of this troubled him and Domeki frowned.

"Where you're staying, do you have someone to watch while you sleep?" The question was spoken idly, as if they were just passing polite conversation until they arrived at their destination and it certainly as if Domeki was offering his services - he was merely curious. "It's likely not a sure way to keep anything from happening but it's a step in the right direction at least."

"It's probably best to not go too far on your own," he agreed with a slight nod. The idea of there being a glass wall around the town fascinated him and Domeki found that he wanted to see it for himself. If it was made of reinforced natural material then the barrier would likely be too strong to topple but if it was made of something spiritual in nature -- well, he wouldn't place much hope in any answer just yet. "I would definitely like to see this wall for myself, though."

When Shannon stopped in her tracks, Domeki did much the same and, though watching her try to balance on one foot was a bit amusing he soon decided to hold out a hand to steady her elbow - if just to keep her from toppling over and gaining an easily avoidable injury. "We're on equal ground, then. You're only the third person here I've met in person--" That was discounting Watanuki, of course, but Domeki wasn't sure that his classmate counted in this case. "--and I couldn't guess what the others are planning. Still, at least we can entertain each other should things get too boring at the meeting."

Once they started to walk again, Domeki offered her a sidelong glance. He was attempting to gauge how drunk she was by how she was walking and, going by that, he thought that Shannon seemed pretty steady for someone who had drunk as much as she had. Not that he wouldn't be ready in case she started to get a case of the stumbles but he knew better than to be obvious about it.

"If you're going by what I did before, I'm afraid my life as a heroic poet will seem startlingly exciting," Domeki chuckled and shook his head. "I was a high school student." The part of his life spent driving away evil spirits from his fellow students and performing small tasks for an interdimensional witch was left unspoken but all of that seemed irrelevant besides. "Yourself? When not acting as a prime muse and deliverer of relief and assurance to others?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-08 12:23 am UTC (link)

For a moment, Shannon said nothing in response to Domeki's statement. Logically, yes, there must be. But, Shannon had gotten to the point at which she'd easily decided that logical was out of the question.

One minute she'd been running through the jungle after that stupid dog and the next, she'd woken up in the woods of this place in the rain. George's confusion and annoyance with Shannon's shouting notwithstanding, there had been little here that seemed normal, including the people she'd met.

Domeki, she supposed, was probably much an enigma. She couldn't get much of a read off him, either way. The first person she'd met after George had been the Doctor and she couldn't even begin to describe how weird he'd been; for someone who seemed to have woken up here just like she had, he was awfully chipper.

Then, there was Sam who, for all intents and purposes, she'd likened immediately to Jack Shephard, except he was huge and somehow had a knife. She hadn't remembered reading anything in the journals about knives, but she supposed in her own personal moment of panic and fear she could've missed it.

There were two women in the journals who had decided that they were going out into the forest to kill the wild animals by hand and if that wasn't weird enough, apparently at least one of them had succeeded in taking down not one, but two wolves.

Jay - shit, I forgot about him... - seemed more interested in being a perv than anything else and what the hell was up with that. Even Sawyer had his limits...

So, yes. As far as Shannon was concerned, logic was out of the question. "Sam said he didn't even remember falling asleep at all and he still woke up in the jungle tied to some girl named Luna," Shannon replied finally. It didn't make her feel any better to say it out loud, but she was still holding to hope that Sam had been, at some point, so tired that he just hadn't realized he'd passed out. She clung to that idea and had no intention of letting it go unless it was negated before her very eyes.

At Domeki's question of whether she had someone to watch while she slept, Shannon lifted an eyebrow briefly at him, wondering if that was his way of offering to be that person, should she need it. "Sort of," she decided on. "I mean, Sam is staying with me, but..." her voice trailed off and she cleared her throat before sighing and continuing in a lowered voice. "I'm not sure I trust him. I want to...but there's just something about him that makes me really uneasy and I can't put my finger on it," she admitted. "Also our little secret," she added quickly. "It might just be because of something someone said in the journals, but I don't know. I just..." she paused and shrugged. "I don't know."

Nodding in agreement with the sentiment, Shannon gave Domeki a weak smile. "After hearing about the kidnappings? Please. You couldn't pay me to go out alone in the woods or anywhere after dark," she replied. "But yeah, it's there. You can't see through it very well...it's kind of...like when you try to look through someone's glasses that are way too thick or too strong a prescription, you know? How it gets, like, blurry? It's like that. And I looked up, but it's so tall I couldn't see the top through the trees."

That last admission didn't make Shannon feel any better, either, but there it was. "Oh, you know what, I'm totally lying, I've met more than the three I was thinking of - you excluded," she said, giving him an apologetic smile. "I forgot about Jay. There was George - I woke up in the woods near her - and then the Doctor, then Jay, then Sam, then you," she went on. "So, by my last count there was...I think fourteen of us? Something like that. That's counting some guy named Dean who hasn't written in the journals and the Doctor said he woke up with but hasn't seen since. Sam thinks maybe it's his brother, but who knows," she went on.

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2009-04-08 12:24 am UTC (link)

"Oh, and..." Shannon started to say something else, but the thought left her as soon as she started. Letting out a soft giggle and shaking her head, Shannon looked back up at the sky. "Wow, I totally forgot what I was gonna say, never mind. If it's important, it'll come back to me. That's what Boone always used to say," she rambled. "Never thought I'd miss his stupid face..."

She looked back at Domeki again when he answered her question and she smirked. "So you're still just a puppy, huh? Well, for a high school kid, you're pretty damn cool," she said flippantly.

When he asked the question in reciprocation, she laughed. "I think the only one of those things that's accurate is the muse bit, but uh...once upon a time I was ballerina. And then I was a ballet teacher...an au pair...a wife...a mistress..." she paused and looked out in front of her blindly, a pensive and somewhat sad look on her face. "I never did anything worthwhile. I was always just kind of...there."

"C'mon Shannon. We're trying to clear some of the wreckage. You should help out. You're just being worthless over here."

"I'm being what?"

"What do you want me to say? You're sitting on your ass staring at bodies."

"I've just been through a trauma, here, okay?"

"We've all been through a trauma. The only difference is that since the crash you've actually given yourself a pedicure!"

Shannon sobered only slightly and long enough to take another drink. She didn't look back at Domeki as she twisted the cap back on and tucked the bottle under her arm again. "I was a waste of space," she said in a hollow voice.

The tip of the church came into sight just over the hill in the far distance. At some point, they must've started going uphill when she wasn't paying attention. Shannon pointed. "There," she said softly.

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