G3 - Camp - Gwen's Shelter - Day 3-4

[Ray Gary]

Ray

"And I'm very glad to know I'm not alone here," she agreed, returning his hug. "Don't worry, as soon as you're ready for it, you'll be put to work. Fortunately, most people have been ready and willing to help. We've got a doctor, several military people, and people who are far more outdoorsy than me. I mean, obviously I couldn't have built this thing myself,"

Ray smiled, "There are a lot of people ready and willing to get there hands dirty, wow what a gun hoe bunch." Ray felt a little better, he finally yawned for the first time in four days. He was ready to sleep...

"So who helped you make this fashion type shelter, that Ethan fellow?"

[Gwen Havers]

"So who helped you make this fashion type shelter, that Ethan fellow?"

She nodded. "Yep, this is his handiwork. He's a school teacher, and a camp counselor. He's been very helpful with the shelter, and the rain-catchers, and gathering food and all. I just...I worry that I'm taking advantage of him," she admitted. "I mean, we are friends, I suppose. But I don't want to abuse that, or perhaps make him think that it's more than that."

[Ray Gary]

Ray

"In all honesty Gwen, i don't know i just have this feeling that Ethan. well he is just helping you out because he has a crush on your. Or an Obsession." Ray sighed, "I just got this Vibe about him, just becareful around him. guys like that are only after one thing, and if its not giving they usually take it." Ray have a shrug, "Plus he looks like a guy who should be in a mug shot."

[Gwen Havers]

"Plus he looks like a guy who should be in a mug shot."

"Well, that's rather cruel," she said with wide eyes, though she'd long ago learned to deal with Ray's direct manner of speaking. When he said something, he usually meant it. Unless he was under the influence of appletini's.

"And yes, it seems to be popular opinion that Ethan has feelings for me," she agreed. "And I'm not exactly in a position to return them. But we're stuck on an island; I can't exactly dodge his calls or e-mails like I usually do. I have to see him everyday. And he seems like a very nice guy, he's given me no reason not to trust him, it's just..."

She looked downward, fidgeting with her hands. "Earlier today, he had a fight with another one of the passengers. Not that this particular passenger wasn't asking for it, but...Look, I know that anyone can get into an argument every now and then. Especially given the circumstances we're in. But I just can't believe he'd be capable of that sort of violence."

[Ray Gary]

Ray

"Gwen everyone is capable, no one knows it until that time comes. I mean i could be violent if it calls for it, if someone hurt you or someone else i cared about.. I mean it wouldn't take me more than a minute to pee my pants that kick some ass." He smiled, "what i am saying is, just watch out for him. Plus if he gets to clinging i can scare him off." Ray grinned and winked at her.

"I’m sure there are a few people on this island that can kick some ass if need be, some you would never expect. I bet you could knock someone on there ass to." Laughs, "i can see you getting pissed off and slugging someone."

[Gwen Havers]

"Alright, I'll be careful, I promise," she assured him.

"i can see you getting pissed off and slugging someone."

She shook her head. "No, no. I learned my lesson after that reprimand from the higher-ups back at the beginning of the year," she replied. "Although there is a certain Hispanic woman who's bound and determined to push me to the brink. She was just so nonchalant about Eric's death. I was so furious with her, but I couldn't do anything other than stand there..."

[Ray Gary]

Ray

He lowered his head, he completly forgot about how Gwen felt about Eric. Everyone knew how they felt for each other and there were days when Ray just wanted to knock there heads together and say 'Kiss already' but Ray held back that urge. "He was a good man, no one deserved to die. He was no acception," Ray placed a hand on her cheek. "How are you holding up, really?"

[Gwen Havers]

"How are you holding up, really?"

She couldn't tell him the truth. He needed rest, to worry about his own recovery. There would be plenty of time for talking, but not now. "I'm fine," she claimed, "Really. I've got so many other things to think about, so many other people to think about, I haven't had a chance to properly miss him. I mean, I know I will. Eventually. But in the meantime, bonfires to be lit and exhausted flight attendants to be fed..."

She gave him a weak smile and started to get her feet. "Any special requests?" she asked. "We have all the finest mangos, papayas, and bananas that the island has to offer. I'm afraid it's a strictly vegetarian menu till someone figures out how to get at all those fish out there."

[Ray Gary]

Ray

He smiled, Gwen would tell him on her own accord. he would just have to be patient and sooner or later she would come clean. "Mango's are just fine, and a Banana. Never understood Papayas, they don't taste good at all, unless there in a fruit salad." ge smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder before laying down. "I'm here for you Gwen, if you ever need to talk."

[Gwen Havers]

"Hmm, as I recall, you talk while other people listen," she retorted. "But stranger things have happened. Especially 'round here. I'll be right back," she said before departing the shelter to find wherever they'd stored the food and water.

***Gwen exits for G3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***

[Gwen Havers]

((OOC: In the words of Tim Bisley, skip to the end...))

***Gwen re-enters from...wherever***

"Right, dinner is served," she said, ducking back into the shelter with food and water and a sharp piece of wreckage for slicing the fruit. "I need to get back to work. Promise me that you'll stay here and rest. I'll give you the 4-1-1 on all the available and attractive survivors later, I swear," she assured him.

[Ray Gary]

Ray

Smiling he took the fruit, "Alright as long as you promise," Ray ate some fruit and than rested.

(My brain is... fire bad, tree pretty...lol)

[Gwen Havers]

***Gwen leaves (again) for G3 - Area of Survivor's Camp***

[ana]

**Ana-Lucia enters from G3 camp area**

Ana stepped cautiously on the soft sand, careful not to draw attention her way by tripping over pieces of wreckage that people had fashioned into shelters or making it obvious she was headed straight for Gwen's tent. She glanced briefly at the bug she was carrying, unsure whether or not it might be the little critter that was going to get the bigger fright when confronted by airheaded air steward Gwen.

Aproaching from the back of the shelter and hidden from view by the shadow it cast in the light of the campfires, Ana bent down by one of the small gaps in the structure and took the lid off her cargo. Holding the neck of the bottle just inside Gwen's shelter, she shook the bug awake, causing it to scuttle off inside looking for warmth. A very wicked grin flashed across her latin features.

"Payback's a bitch." She muttered, standing upright again.

[Willo]

MASON
He stood behind, he was still wearing a suit and tie, though the tie had become loosened now. His hands were in his pockets and he had the posture of a parent seeing a child steal a cookie from the jar. He spoke in a flat, low voice, with a half grin on his face.

"You're making a mistake, you know?"

He took a couple steps closer, well into her reach.

"You really want to get to her? Don't do a thing. By this point, I'm guessing, she's expecting some sort of pay back from you. Make her wait. Just stare at her from a distance with a smile like you know something she doesn't. Two days later she'll be at her wits end."

[ana]

"You're making a mistake, you know?"

Ana whirled around to see the guy who'd pointed out she was damp earlier.

"You're right." She said quickly. "I should've asked Arzt to get me a snake instead."

Expecting her dismissive tone to drive him away, she began to wander away from him and look for a good spot to watch the ensuing hilarity.

"You really want to get to her? Don't do a thing. By this point, I'm guessing, she's expecting some sort of pay back from you. Make her wait. Just stare at her from a distance with a smile like you know something she doesn't. Two days later she'll be at her wits end."

She turned swiftly back to him with a look of irritation.

"Why the hell is everyone so goddamn interested in what goes on between me and Gwen!?!"

[Willo]

MASON
"Why the hell is everyone so goddamn interested in what goes on between me and Gwen!?!"

"Gee, two attractive women fighting, I can't imagine why anyone would be interested in that," he said, and immediately wished he hadn't. "But I suppose we all have different reasons for caring. Some people can't handle chaos, and you two tend to create it... some people want everyone to be all nice and good with each other and no one ever have disagreements. Clearly, neither of those are going to happen."

He shifted his weight and took a step forward.

"Everyone has a reason," he said, not mentioning his own motives.

[ana]

It was an unconcious decision for Ana-Lucia to adopt her patented 'don't mess with me stance'. However her warning tone was much more deliberate.

"Look, buddy. You don't know the slightest thing about me, so why don't you mind your own business and get lost!" She stood her ground waiting for him to back off.

[Willo]

MASON
The producer took a step closer and looked at her with a smirk, almost begging her to slug him.

"I know everything I need to know about you, and I did the moment I saw you for the first time," he said, with a smirk. "And, this is my business because if I'm going to be on an island where a blood feud is going on, I am going to exploit it for everything it's worth. You can try and intimidate me all you want, toots. I've been hurt far worse than whatever you could do to me on this godforsaken island."

[ana]

"Wanna bet?"

A spilt second later, Ana's right knee had made contact with Mason's crotch with all the force she could muster. As she watched him deal with the blow, the familiar rush of satisfaction that usually came with causing pain to people she didn't like, rushed over her.

"Exploit that, asshole."