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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 12:28:51 GMT -5
Directly after the head butt, he grabbed his forehead and yelled out in pain. "Oh my God!" He fell backwards off her, in agony. "What's your skull made of??"
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Post by ana on May 29, 2007 12:40:17 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Samantha was nursing her own head in much the same way Preston was.
"Bloody hell! What's my head made of!?!" She sat up where she was, momentarily forgetting that she was trying to get away. "You're the one with the thick skull!"
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 13:31:58 GMT -5
"You're the one with the thick skull!"
He began to get to shakily his feet, cradling his head. "Get back here now."
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Post by ana on May 29, 2007 13:36:11 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Finally back on her feet and having shaken off the dizziness in her head, Samantha remembered she still had the knife. As Preston advanced on her, she pulled it out and held it up to him as a weapon, all the while slowly backing away into the other room.
"I don't think so, Mr Saint."
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 13:42:50 GMT -5
"I don't think so, Mr Saint."
He lowered his eyes to the knife. "If you knew what some of the other people here were like, you'd be feeling very lucky I'm the one taking care of you for now." he said calmly and truthfully, his face red as he breathed heavily. "Drop the knife, and things will work out absolutely fine for you. I'm on your side."
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Post by ana on May 29, 2007 13:49:08 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
"Taking care of me? Is that what you call it? Well I beg your pardon, but I have a slight objection to your methods, Mr. Saint."
She positioned herself on the opposite side of the breakfast table, using it almost like a barrier between the two of them.
"Now where are the door keys?"
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 13:54:01 GMT -5
"Taking care of me? Is that what you call it? Well I beg your pardon, but I have a slight objection to your methods, Mr. Saint. Now where are the door keys?"
He sighed, closed his eyes, and counted to five before continuing, "It's Dr Saint, thank you." He took a step forward. "And you won't find them if I don't tell you."
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Post by ana on May 29, 2007 13:59:35 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
"And for your information, it's Lady Harkness! Now where are the keys, Doctor!" She said sternly, punctuating her desperation by knocking his CD collection flying across the floor with her free hand.
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 14:02:19 GMT -5
Preston glared at her, and his eyes flickered briefly to the floor, where the keys lay amid the scattered CDs. She hadn't figured out he'd hid them in his CD stack, and he was going to stay silent. He simply looked at her with no expression.
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Post by ana on May 29, 2007 14:16:53 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
Her eyes followed his as he glanced down, his mind unconciously giving away the location of the keys before he'd realised. She bent down and scooped them up with a triumphant smile.
"Why, thank you, Doctor." She backed away to the door, awkwardly still holding out the knife while she fumbled to find the correct key.
"I hate to run out on you so soon after breakfast. Which, by the way, was quite delicious. I just found the company a little off putting."
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 14:20:27 GMT -5
"I hate to run out on you so soon after breakfast. Which, by the way, was quite delicious. I just found the company a little off putting."
He was slightly hurt, but pushed it aside. "Sorry, Lady Harkness. It's sad that we had to meet under such circumstances."
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Benjamin Linus
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Post by Benjamin Linus on May 29, 2007 14:21:31 GMT -5
***Ben Linus enters***
He marched up towards Saint's front door.
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Post by ana on May 29, 2007 14:32:55 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
"Sorry, Lady Harkness. It's sad that we had to meet under such circumstances."
"You're not as sorry as I am." She finally found the key that fit and unlocked the door.
"Au revoir!" She said enthusiastically, waving goodbye to him with the knife and running out of the door.
Straight into a short, pasty faced man who looked as startled as she did.
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Post by Benjamin Linus on May 29, 2007 14:37:26 GMT -5
It wasn't every day a young woman waving a knife ran directly into you, but on the island, Ben realized he shouldn't suspected something strange as soon as he opened any door. "Oh...hello." he began, confused. He looked to a shirtless Preston who appeared in the doorway.
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Post by ana on May 29, 2007 14:50:49 GMT -5
SAMANTHA
The new man at the door didn't appear to be in any way threatening, so Samantha lowered the knife.
"Oh sweet mercy, you have to help me! This...man..." There were lots of words she could have used to describe Preston, yet surprisingly all of them were profanities. "I'm assuming you know who he is, since you are at his door. Anyway," She felt like she was rambling on, but the adrenaline of what she'd been through was running away with her mouth.
"This man needs locking up!" She was pointing at Preston with an accusing finger. He's clearly a few breadrolls short of a picnic basket and he's kept me here overnight against my will, drugging me, man-handling me..."
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Post by Benjamin Linus on May 29, 2007 14:57:03 GMT -5
"This man needs locking up! He's clearly a few breadrolls short of a picnic basket and he's kept me here overnight against my will, drugging me, man-handling me..."
He listened to her carefully, nodding his head. He looked at Preston for a moment, who nodded frantically. He looked back to the woman. "All right then. Don't you worry, we'll do something about that." he said, as if he knew that Preston was indeed a piece of work. He looked to Preston. "Preston, go back inside. Ryan and I will be talking to you shortly."
Preston sighed and rolled his eyes, before turning back inside.
"I am so, so sorry about Preston, he's had a...well, a bad childhood. You're from the plane, aren't you? Let's get you inside."
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Post by Preston Saint on May 29, 2007 15:43:01 GMT -5
He smirked inwardly as Ben led Samantha away, feeling slightly sorry for her. He watched her ass from a distance, again fantasizing about chocolate sauce. Then he turned and headed back inside.
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Post by Benjamin Linus on May 31, 2007 14:27:14 GMT -5
***Ben enters Preston's home***
"So, she got here last night?"
"Yes."
It seemed Preston only wanted to give one word answers, with a slight attitude attached. The game was becoming tiring. Preston was currently seated, while Ben stood, his arms crossed with a dissatisfied look on his face. "And you decided not to tell anyone, you just...kept her around? Why, did you need someone to play checkers with?"
"I kept her here for observation. I was on my way to tell you when she tried to escape."
"Considering you didn't have a shirt at the time, I doubt that. Secondly, you shouldn't have waited until morning."
"Benjamin-"
"No excuses, Preston. Don't let anything like this happen again. What do you think would've happened if she'd escaped? What if she found your taser, your gun, your walkie? I can think of a number of unwanted situations that could've erupted from this one girl." growled Ben, becoming visibly angry. "Next time you decide to-"
The walkie crackled to life. "Ben, she's awake. I'm in the Staff watching her." He turned away from Preston, signalling with a hand for the doctor to stay quiet. "Good. I'm coming now. Keep an eye on her."
He turned back to Preston as he took his hand off the walkie. "We'll continue this later. In the meantime, start pulling your weight and get to the Arrow."
He turned, and reached for the doorknob. Suddenly, he felt a powerful hand on his arm, and he was twisted around to face Preston. He stared up at the doctor, but not with fear. Yes, he was being confronted by a taller, stronger man. But Ben was not afraid. "Are you taking her to the cages?"
"I don't know yet, Preston. Take your hand off me."
"If you do, I want to be there. I want to keep my eye on her. She's my project, I found her."
"Your project?" snarled Ben with a sudden vehemence. He rounded on Preston. Preston seemed to realize what he was doing, because his expression suddenly changed as if he was surprised at himself. He took several steps back. Ben advanced on him, and as he did, Preston took several steps back, frightened by the younger man. Ben spoke as he walked towards Preston, backing the younger man against a wall.
"Samantha Harkness is not your responsibility. She is not your project. She is not your pet. She is a survivor of flight 815 and as such she belongs to me. I will decide what is to be done with her, and with your current attitude you'll be lucky if you ever see her alive again. Understood, Dr Saint?"
Preston looked down at his feet. Pathetic. Like a child being lectured by a parent. He mumbled something incomprehensible. "I'm sorry, Preston, I didn't quite catch that...?"
"Donthurther."
"What?"
"There's no need to hurt her, for my mistake." Preston still didn't look up. Ben shook his head dismissively. Then, with a look of disgust, he turned right around and stormed out the front door.
***Ben leaves for The Staff***
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 4, 2007 15:56:39 GMT -5
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Post by alcatraz on Jun 11, 2007 9:58:47 GMT -5
Sofia enters from Outside of Home Areas
After a brutal yelling from Ben, Sofia was still shaken even after the few moments she had to regain her thoughts, she still felt like breaking down. But she had to follow orders, she guessed that Preston would be in his house, she had only acknowledged him once bfore and found him to be and interesting yet mysterious member. She entered his house noticing that he was getting ready to leave
"Preston..." she quivered "I have a message for you..."
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