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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 14, 2007 11:32:57 GMT -5
"Jake's gonna be fine."
He allowed the surprise at her reaction to show. "Of course." he said, nodding with enthusiasm that was clearly fake. "He'll be absolutely fine." He turned away from her, beginning to dig again. "Not a scratch on him."
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Post by ana on Sept 14, 2007 11:37:47 GMT -5
Ana was still choking back the bile in her throat when Ethan turned away from her. Just keep digging that hole asshole. You're gonna end up in it one way or another.
"Who do you think set up those traps anyway?" She asked calmly, wondering what kind of bullshit answer he was gonna come up with this time.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 14, 2007 11:41:05 GMT -5
"Who do you think set up those traps anyway?"
"Probably not anyone with the best intentions." he said bluntly, continuing to dig with strength and speed. He decided to steer the subject away from the traps. "Can I ask you something, Ana? Before this island, were you police, or military?"
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Post by ana on Sept 14, 2007 11:43:56 GMT -5
"Why'd you ask?" Don't think I didn't notice you change the subject...We'll get back to it at some point.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 14, 2007 11:46:49 GMT -5
"Why'd you ask?"
"Curiosity. From the way you tackled and subdued me and the way you take charge vocally, I'd guess a police officer." he said casually, tossing piles of dirt over his shoulder.
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Post by ana on Sept 14, 2007 16:31:10 GMT -5
Do I have a flashing blue light on my head or what? Everyone's too damn quick to jump to that conclusion. Even if they are right. Why can't I shake off being a cop? Why Ana? Cause it's in your blood. And right now, you should be damn well glad it is. Someone on this island is up to no good and who else here is gonna get to the bottom of it?
Ana tuned out her inner monologue and finally answered Ethan.
"Guessed right."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 14, 2007 16:41:45 GMT -5
"Guessed right."
He smirked up at her. "You don't seem too chatty, Ana. You were a lot more talkative when you were pounding my head into the sand." he commented. "Why do you think that is? Honestly? That perhaps the best way you communicate is through physical action?"
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Post by ana on Sept 14, 2007 16:42:19 GMT -5
"Want me to communicate with you right now?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and wishing he'd just shut the hell up and dig. She didn't need him to get all psychological on her. Not now. Not ever in fact, since what went on in her head was a can of worms never to be opened.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 14, 2007 16:45:31 GMT -5
"Want me to communicate with you right now?"
"Ouch, looks like I hit a nerve." he said, keeping the confident smirk. "Understandable, I suppose, when someone digs close to the truth. Probably easier to lash out violently at innocents like me than open up." He didn't speak in a threatening tone. Simply a condescending, casual tone, as if he was talking to a small child who'd be better off if they understood who they were.
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Post by ana on Sept 14, 2007 16:52:20 GMT -5
"Innocent?" Ana scoffed loudly. "You got some kind of selective memory there. Trying to choke Sawyer? That ringing a bell?"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 14, 2007 16:56:45 GMT -5
"You got some kind of selective memory there. Trying to choke Sawyer? That ringing a bell?"
He looked up at her again, and dug the spade into the ground, leaning on it. "Sawyer is not a good person." he said matter-of-factly. He then tried again to steer the conversation back towards Ana. "And you, Ana? Are you a good person? Do you consider yourself one?"
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Post by ana on Sept 14, 2007 17:04:12 GMT -5
"Doesn't matter what I think I am." Ana replied, deflecting that line of questioning. "We were talking about your inability to see there's something not quite right with you." She waited a beat.
"Is it split personailty?" She suddenly asked, out of the blue. "Did you even know you were trying to murder him before I intervened?" It was her turn to be matter of fact.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 14, 2007 17:12:30 GMT -5
"Doesn't matter what I think I am. We were talking about your inability to see there's something not quite right with you. Is it split personailty? Did you even know you were trying to murder him before I intervened?"
He listened with growing anger, until it almost boiled over. "Thanks for the in-depth psychoanalytical profile, Ana. Maybe you're right. Maybe there's something wrong with me. Then again, no one is perfect." He stepped up out of the hole, coming to his full height over Ana. An intimidation tactic. "I wouldn't have killed Sawyer. But if I had...by accident, or...not." A quick, thoughtful pause. "Would it have been a great loss to the world?"
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Post by ana on Sept 15, 2007 13:08:59 GMT -5
"Thanks for the in-depth psychoanalytical profile, Ana. Maybe you're right. Maybe there's something wrong with me. Then again, no one is perfect."
"Ouch, looks like I hit a nerve." Ana said, mimicing his earlier statement. She didn't flinch as he came to stand over her, she simply leaned back on her arms so that she could still see his face. The old saying; the bigger they are, the harder they fall, sprang to mind as six foot four of creep overshadowed her.
"I wouldn't have killed Sawyer. But if I had...by accident, or...not...Would it have been a great loss to the world?"
"You really are a sick puppy aren't you? Did your mother not teach you to play nice with the other kids?"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 15, 2007 13:14:40 GMT -5
"You really are a sick puppy aren't you? Did your mother not teach you to play nice with the other kids?"
"Shut up, Ana. Now." snapped Ethan at the mention of his mother. "And it...it...it perplexes me that you hold this grudge, this anger against me. It's not like you've spent your days here selling girl scout cookies, so don't get all self-righteous like you're so much better."
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Post by ana on Sept 15, 2007 13:34:02 GMT -5
Ana raised both eyebrows in surprise at such a volatile reaction to her comment. She hadn't just hit a nerve, she'd pile driven into it, then reversed back on it several times.
"And it...it...it perplexes me that you hold this grudge, this anger against me. It's not like you've spent your days here selling girl scout cookies, so don't get all self-righteous like you're so much better."
Purpsoefully moving slowly and deliberately, Ana stood up and drew herself up to her full height. It might have been more effective if she wasn't left at eye level with Ethan's chest. But never the less, her stance gave off the fact she meant business.
"You're hiding something and I don't like it. There's something...wrong about you. It's in your eyes. And whatever it is, I'll find out, sooner or later."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 15, 2007 13:40:37 GMT -5
"You're hiding something and I don't like it. There's something...wrong about you. It's in your eyes. And whatever it is, I'll find out, sooner or later."
He stared at her. "You must've made a great cop. How many arrests did you make because you saw something, 'in their eyes'?" he asked angrily. "What could I possibly be hiding, officer?"
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Post by ana on Sept 16, 2007 11:50:00 GMT -5
Ana ignored his remark about her policing skills, opting to speculate on what exactly it was he was hiding.
"A guilty conscience? The fact you wear women's underwear? A secret crush on Gwen perhaps? All of the above?" Bodies under the patio...
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 16, 2007 11:58:11 GMT -5
"A guilty conscience? The fact you wear women's underwear? A secret crush on Gwen perhaps? All of the above?"
He clenched his fist, barely able to stop himself from pummeling her. "Funny, Ana." he snarled. "Of course, if you want to talk secret crushes, we could talk about you and Jake."
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Post by ana on Sept 16, 2007 12:13:58 GMT -5
So not denying any of those suggestions then....hmmm, interesting.
"Of course, if you want to talk secret crushes, we could talk about you and Jake."
Ana felt her own fist clenching as the two of them faced off against each other.
"You got something to say about Jake?" Ana's glare bore into Ethan.
Come on, spit it out....you know something, you bastard.....give me a reason....just say you know where he is and you'll get instantly aquainted with the dirt you just shoveled out of that hole.
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