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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 22, 2007 12:08:16 GMT -5
He watched Gwen walk off to talk with Jinx. Watched that talk, laugh and smile. Then, he turned back to the group. "So, everyone sleep well, or is that a stupid question?"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 22, 2007 4:34:21 GMT -5
"Sort of. I believe I'll have to find Ray somewhere else to temporarily reside, though. He sings showtunes in his sleep, and frankly I wasn't a big fan of Rent the first time I heard it."
"The play where everyone has AIDS? Sounds fun." he muttered.
"Thank goodness for airport gift shop packaging. Some people's souvenir coffee mugs and shotglasses made it through the crash intact. I'll just go and get them."
"Oh, thank you very much." he smiled kindly.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 21, 2007 14:20:43 GMT -5
"How's the, uh...?"
"Oh, fine. I've had much worse." he dismissed quickly. "Sleep well?"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 20, 2007 18:51:00 GMT -5
***Ethan enters***
He heard the cheerful, loud greeting, and closed his eyes for a moment.
Happy place. You're holidaying in Spain with Salma Hayek. The sun is shining and there's not a blonde to be seen.
He opened his eyes again. Oh God, I'm still on the island. I didn't die in my sleep like I'd hoped.
"Good morning." he yawned, slowly walking up to Gwen, clearly half-asleep.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Mar 6, 2007 17:13:28 GMT -5
"Now that's settled...feel like starting a few fires? All these nightly bonfires--it's a shame we don't have any marshmallows,"
He laughed. "Well, that sounds swell."
***Ethan and Gwen leave for...somewhere***
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Post by Ethan Rom on Mar 6, 2007 16:52:56 GMT -5
"I had a lot of practice and I got very good at it. But I just walked away from a sodding plane crash. I get a second chance. We all do, if you stop and think about it. And I don't want to make the same mistakes again. So neurosis or not, you're the closest thing I have to a friend 'round here, and I don't want to screw that up."
He listened to her carefully, thinking about what she was saying.
A second chance wasn't possible for him. Was it? Would it be that difficult to try and start over? To tell her and the other survivors all about Ben and the rest of them? About Dharma? All the secrets? To pray they'd believe him and accept him? Was there even any protection from Ben, or would admitting the truth be the same as taking a cyanide pill?
No. He couldn't get a second chance. He'd been working on the island for too long now.
"Thank you." he said sincerely. "You're the closest thing I have to a friend as well, and, uh...thanks, yeah."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Mar 6, 2007 15:30:22 GMT -5
"I think he fears a class-action suit from the victims of Ana's oppression."
"I'll be careful." he laughed. "Although that's an idea. Sue Ana."
"By the way, back at my shelter...did I do something wrong?" she asked. "I mean, if it was something I said or did, maybe I should know for future reference. In case I need to send other men running for the hills,"
He set everything down. "No, Gwen." he said firmly. "It's nothing you've done. You couldn't do anything to make me run for the hills, it's my own neurosis. I just don't want you to think I'm a better person than I really am."
He picked his pile up again. "And if any man runs for the hills from you, they're a waste of a human being."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Mar 6, 2007 13:11:05 GMT -5
"Severin saw the fight. He came by to...apologize for Ana-Lucia. Said she had made bad decisions, and she was just trying to deal with everything. As if the rest of us aren't doing the same. But anyway, he seemed sincere."
He stood fully, looking at her directly. "Well, that's that, then. You get the people who try to talk and reason in times of panic, and then you get people like Ana-Lucia and me. Who lay a punch into the first thing that gives them a reason." he said with a smile and a shrug. He kept his wounded hand away from her sight, keeping it by his leg with the palm forward so she wouldn't she the cut and bloody knuckles.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Mar 6, 2007 12:34:24 GMT -5
"Severin and Jasmine were helping me gather some wood for the signal fires. But then Jasmine started regaling us with teen pop tunes and I had to escape."
He landed the axe into the tree stump, and left it there as he packed the last few pieces away. "Teen pop tunes? Britney Spears? Christina Aguleria? Well, that would make me run for the exit. Even if I was still on the plane."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Mar 6, 2007 12:21:11 GMT -5
Still angry from his confrontation with Cyrus, and with the heat starting to get to him, he tossed his shirt aside, and then began to make it into a makeshift carrier bag for the numerous pieces of wood he'd collected. It hadn't been more than a few days, and things were already so...complicated.
"How did this get so complicated?" he wondered aloud, before he heard footsteps behind him.
"Hey,"
Gwen again. "Hey." he replied back, not smiling but with a friendly enough tone.
"Great minds think alike, huh?"
Now he did smile. "I guess so. You out here alone?"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Mar 3, 2007 12:56:12 GMT -5
***Ethan enters G4 - Jungle Outskirts Near Fuselage from his shelter, followed soon afterwards by Cyrus***
Ethan slammed the axe downwards, cutting a piece of wood in half. He kicked the remains over into a pile. Attempting to take his mind off what had been happening. He raised the axe again, when a voice stopped him.
“Well, howdy, huntsman.”
Ethan sighed, cursed under his breath, and stuck the axe into the tree stump, turning to Cyrus. “Hello there, Cy. Can I help you?”
“Y’know, I saw the most curious thing. I could’ve sworn I saw that pretty latino lady kicking your ass.” Smiled Cyrus.
Ethan bowed his head slightly, trying to ignore the insult. “Not all together wise, insulting a man with an axe.”
“If you were a man, it would be. As it is, you’re an ape. Something that fight proved.” He took a few steps forward, folding his arm and his expression turning serious. “You’re gonna blow your cover, and mine. Something I refuse to let happen, meaning you better straighten up. I know you’ve been trailing after your little flight attendant like she has beer flavoured-"
"Shut up. Don't think I don't see you and curly-haired girl. You are in no position to scold me. I may act out and be mean from time to time, but you are a hundred times worse, because you would never admit the type of person you are.” Snapped Ethan angrily, looking up suddenly and striding over to Cyrus, whose expression remained the same.
“Y’know, Ethan…I think if your flight attendant isn’t around anymore, it might do you good.” He whispered coldly. “This’ll only end badly. I’ll get on that.”
Ethan seized him suddenly by the collar, furiously flinging the other man onto the tree stump. He grabbed the axe, raising it above Cyrus’ head, holding Tager in place firmly.
“Ethan, you lousy little bastard-“
“Shut up!”
This wasn’t a wise thing to do. And Cyrus would certainly come back and hurt him in some other way just for touching him. It could have all sorts of bad consequences. But he didn’t care. He had threatened Gwen. “If you go near her…if you talk to her, if you even think about her at all…then the first thing I’m going to do, is warn everyone, including your Heidi, all about you, and what kind of person you really are.” He dropped the axe to the ground, and leant down, chanting in Cyrus’ ear, “Oh, and I’ll kill you, too.”
He let Cyrus go, still holding the axe, keeping his eyes focused on his enemy. “Out here, your authority is what I say it is. It’s survival of the fittest, and you’re not looking too fit.”
Cyrus stood, breathing heavily with rage simmering beneath his blue eyes. But whatever Cyrus was thinking, he apparently decided it wasn’t worth it, walking right past Ethan.
***Cyrus leaves for the beach***
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Post by Ethan Rom on Aug 23, 2006 8:51:59 GMT -5
He was far from home. 'Home' being the Staff, the medical hatch where he spent most of his time. It was home now, of course. Any home he had back on the mainland was long gone, and now he had a new family.
A good family. Good people. Sometimes Ethan questioned his beliefs, questioned Tom, Cyrus, Bea, the rest of them...but one too many questions, and he decided to quiet down.
He was low-level. His opinion was rarely, if ever, asked for. This didn't stop him from trying to rise through the ranks, to become more important, to make something of himself. He was strong, a good fighter. Cyrus and Tom were the only ones who outmatched him in terms of brute strength. And he knew he was smart.
So why was he out on the outskirts, skinning a boar piglet?
It was to do with recruiment. Tom became in charge of 'public relations' not long after he'd stolen Alex. But maybe it was an actor, a hell of a good actor. The beard was just half the disguise, it was all in his eyes. He was convincing. And that was important.
His hands were, by now, covered in blood. Wrapping the small body in a large, flat leaf, he dripped water from his canteen over his bloody hands, washing them. He sighed slightly, looking around the jungle. At least it was good to be out of the Staff.
He stood, took one more look around, and started back.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 19, 2007 16:35:46 GMT -5
He opened his eyes at the sound of the gunshot, and then rested back, closing them again. "Finally." he mumbled under his breath. Might get some sleep now.
He stood, and headed for his shelter.
***Ethan leaves for his shelter to conk out***
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 12, 2007 18:24:35 GMT -5
Ethan relaxed back against the sand, staring up at the stars and remembering the feel of Gwen's soft hand in his just a few moments before. He should've have tried to kiss her. He was alone with his thoughts now, and that wasn't pleasant.
Gwen had outrightly rejected him. He'd need to talk to her more about that. She rejected him, why, because of her pilot friend? If she got over him, would he be a possibility? Or would she be too busy fawning over Sayid?
She was, quite possibly, the most beautiful thing in the entire world. And he had perhaps the most beautiful and romantic island in the world. He'd definitely have to show her the lagoon. Both of them were constantly surrounded by incredible natural beauty. It would've been like Pride and Prejudice, if it wasn't for the giant vicious column of smoke that killed people every so often.
But was there any point in thinking about Gwen that way? She saw him as a friend and nothing more. And that thought alone was painful.
He opened his eyes, and looked over at her. She really was incredible. And he wanted to be honest with her. Tell her he wasn't a teacher. Tell her what kind of person he was and what kind of person he could be, wanted to be for her.
He wouldn't tell her the truth about the dark corner in his mind involving her, him, Juliet, handcuffs, mud and melted chocolate. With telling her about that, it meant either certain death or an incredible jackpot.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 12, 2007 13:39:14 GMT -5
"Blockbuster lost three billion dollars over the last two years because of his ego, He could have had exclusive rights to DVDs, instead they're in the front of Walmart."
He turned to Gwen. "Yeah, Gwen, honestly. Imagine not knowing something like that." he said in a tone drenched in sarcasm.
"Listen sister, I don't know who you think I am, but I am sure I'm not that person, Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see what Ana's doing in your shelter."
He raised his eyebrows. "What's that about, exactly?"
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 12, 2007 12:25:00 GMT -5
"But thank you for stepping down among the common people and offering us your wisdom, Mr. Mason. It's very much appreciated,"
He shot Gwen a sly, impressed little smile. He certainly hadn't expected that, and it was something he knew was there. That little spark of aggression and rebellion. One of the many things that continued to draw him in.
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 12, 2007 6:50:55 GMT -5
Ethan had laid down on his back as Gwen and Mason talked. Then, he took his hands off his eyes and sat up with a yawn as Gwen looked at him.
"Sod it, I've got nothing to apologize for. And it isn't my fault that Arzt chose to make an ass of himself. I certainly never thought Ana would let that wanker get a word in edgewise."
"Exactly. This isn't your fault. Besides, at worse Ana will yell at you for five minutes, we'll both tell her to...'sod off', or something, and that'll be that." he replied. "Arzt will come off the worst. Besides, Ana has other things on her mind instead of revenge."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 10, 2007 16:49:08 GMT -5
LESLIE ARZT
"That's great...why did you feel the need to put this one in a bottle? Is it dangerous?"
"Don't be ridiculous." he dismissed. "It's perfectly safe. Wouldn't arm a fly. It just seeks out warms areas, like a mouth or ear, to nest in."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 10, 2007 16:26:26 GMT -5
LESLIE ARZT "What's that?" She was interested in his insects. She was truly from heaven. "This little guy?" he held up the bottle. "This fella is the Stenopelmatus fuscus. The Jerusalem cricket. Very rare in this part of the world. I noticed it yesterday. The insect life here is fascinatingly diverse."
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Post by Ethan Rom on Apr 10, 2007 16:01:35 GMT -5
LESLIE ARZT
"Que dices si te rompo la cara**?"
He didn't know what she was saying, but it sounded good. "Well...I don't know, I'd be happy to find out."
Yes, that last line covered pretty much everything.
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