milliways_sawyer: (Damn)
James "Sawyer" Ford ([personal profile] milliways_sawyer) wrote2005-07-10 10:08 pm

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Sawyer's walking down the hall to his room, his newly-acquired tube of lotion in his crusty, green right hand. He has to stop after every couple of doors to rest, catch his breath. It's during one of these stops that he realizes that his skin isn't just crusty.

It's scaly.

Like, lizard scales scaly.

He groans and slides down the wall to a sitting position. Resting is nice.

[identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com 2005-07-11 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Boone walks out of his room and is walking down the hall when he sees Sawyer sitting on the ground. He doesn't notice the scales yet.

"You ok?" He doesn't seem too worried. It's probably because he's not.

[identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com 2005-07-11 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Boone takes a step back. "What the fuck happened to you?"

[identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com 2005-07-11 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Holy shit." He peers at it. "Does it hurt?" It's a dumb question, but what do you expect. They're fucking scales!

[identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com 2005-07-11 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
He backs up a little more. "I'm good, thanks."

[identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com 2005-07-11 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Boone hesitates before moving forward. "Come on." He puts his arm around Sawyer's waist, careful not to touch his arm.

[identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com 2005-07-11 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Accepting help doesn't make you less of a man, you know."

[identity profile] friggin-gift.livejournal.com 2005-07-11 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Suit yourself." He knows he's not getting anywhere with Sawyer. "See you around, Sawyer."