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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 3, 2007 15:58:46 GMT -5
***Ethan enters from his shelter***
He squinted up at the bright sunlight, his throat feeling slightly dry. Aimlessly, he wondered forward, looking for anywhere he might be needed.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 21, 2007 17:17:00 GMT -5
"Feel free to go back to being Gwen's lapdog...."
He snapped his head back to her in fury, and snarled angrily, "Well, at least I'm a lapdog to someone living." He then quickly turned, and stalked away.
***Ethan leaves for other places***
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 21, 2007 16:43:55 GMT -5
Ethan gave a non-chalent shrug. "Survival sometimes means....taking out whatever predator is bigger than you."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 21, 2007 16:16:05 GMT -5
"I wouldn't count on that."
He raised one eyebrow. "Oh, what, you gonna kill me out here? Hit me over the head, bury me in that hole of yours all the while muttering that I'm the psychopath?"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 18, 2007 2:43:41 GMT -5
He took a step backwards, and just smirked at her. "You know, Ana, you should really stop this. You need to stay with reality, here. You shouldn't be alone in the jungle, making me out to be the villain in your little story and obsessing over some dead, rotting guy in the jungle." he said calmly. He stepped past her, jumping out of the hole. "You'll just hurt yourself, more than me."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 16, 2007 12:37:29 GMT -5
"Jake's not dead!"
A look of sympathy flickered across his face as she spoke words heavy with anger and angst, but then all possible empathy vanished. His reached up with his powerful arms and big hands, grabbing her face on both sides and holding it in place as he head-butted her fiercely.
Seeing her dazed, he knocked her away, pushing her onto the ground. "You're insane."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 16, 2007 12:17:31 GMT -5
"You got something to say about Jake?"
He smiled. "No. Of course not." His smile widened, and he jumped back into the hole. He picked up the spade again, slinging it over his shoulder and began casually, "You know, it seems to be that...the people on this island...the ones who die first are usually...the weak..."
He dug the spade into the dirt. He looked over at Ana, his eyes meeting hers. "Or they're just plain stupid. It's just Darwin. Survival of the fittest." He smiled again. "I guess Jake wasn't too fit."
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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Ethan Rom on Sept 14, 2007 2:33:25 GMT -5
"What makes you think there's traps in the jungle?"
He sensed the change in atmosphere. The slight stiffness of her tone, as if she was keeping her anger in check. Good. "I overheard that young British girl talking about them. Reba, or something." he said, waving his hand dismissively as if the details weren't important. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone else." He dug the spade back deep into the earth. "Doesn't make Captain America's chances for survival all too good, though."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 12, 2007 2:43:04 GMT -5
He smirked bitterly. "No traps, then? No...arrows, nothing like that?" He dug the spade deep into the ground, and leaned on it, ponderfully thoughtfully, "Gosh, I sure hope Jake didn't stumble into one of those traps. Get an arrow...somewhere."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Sept 11, 2007 16:17:45 GMT -5
He noticed her watching him, and it creeped him out slightly. "While you're admiring my dancer's legs, you could maybe tell me what you, Gwen and whoever else found in the jungle."
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