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[Ana-Lucia]

Every day she worked on getting farther and farther away from the tree houses. Doing a little exploring as she tried to learn and figure out this island. She just had this gut feeling it wasn’t as it seemed, it wasn’t as quite. There were hardly any little animals running around which was acceptable being their plane just crashed here they most likely never experienced something that loud before so they were most likely hiding till they felt it was okay to come on back out.

Reaching the lake she shifted the shoulders of the pack before swinging it off her and putting it to the ground. Once at the waters edge she leaned over and splashed the lake water up in her face a few times. Standing back up she shook her head some to knock off the water running down her face. Help wasn’t going to come it’d already been here by now.

Using some twine she’d pull her long dark hair back and tied it up into a pony tail. Without a straighten and the damp air with all this rain her hair mostly stayed curly which didn’t bother her because what where ya going to do? Suddenly the rain it, it was all a sudden and seemed to happen a lot. But she welcomed the down pour. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up.

[James 'Sawyer' Ford]

He had have enough, again of all the complains and bitchiness from everyone at camp, he couldn’t care less about bonding or getting to know the other or try to find a way out of the Island, there was no freaking way from such thing and it seemed like he was the only one that understood that so, he packed a small bag and decided to head out to… well, wherever his feet took him.

Deep in the jungle already he realized that he forgot to bring the water, cursing up and down all over the place, he reached a small pond with water, at first he didn’t see the girl on the other side, he just threw the bag to the grass and dug his hands into the water to drink from the small sips that got in the wholes of it, wet his hair several times and then noticed a few drops of water in his head, he couldn’t even look up that he was already wet from the pouring rain; then was when he noticed her, relaxed and enjoying getting wet from head to toe, smiled and yelled –mostly because the rain was making too much noise

“Hi!”

((wasn’t sure to make them already know each other or not))

[Ana-Lucia]

-She lifted her hands up but not past her shoulders. The rain felt nice now, but she knew it’d make her feel muggy once it was gone but regardless what was she going to get under? Dropping her hands she just took it all in till she heard someone’s voice. A man’s, it wasn’t Sasha or Misha or even the guy she met at the waterfalls. How many people lived through that plane? When she looked across the water she saw the blonde haired man. She slightly recalled him from the plane but she wasn’t sure. Well it was better to make friends now maybe there was others.

Reaching back she grabbed her bag then started moving across the lake not across it but around it he wasn’t that far. Once she was close enough she looked up at him. “How many more survivors are there besides you?” She asked once she was a few feet away from him. From up here she could see how handsome he was, sure he had the looks the smile even pretty hair but she tried to think of more important things right now. So now there were four.. But she wondered if he had found even more

“Ana-Lucia.” She said finally giving him a name to go by as she reached out to shake his hand.

[James 'Sawyer' Ford]

His baby blue eyes scattered every inch of her body as she got up, the way her hips moved from side to side like a pendulum, her skin tone and great ass screamed to him her undeniable Latino blood; in one of his scams, he was with a Latina, just thinking about it made the southern’s brow to perk up slightly and a half croaked smile showed up on his lips, if this young woman was anything like the Latina of his past, Sawyer was more than sure that his stay on the Island had just gotten way better.

He was not shy to check her out as she made her way towards him; he was still seating when she offered her hand and name; sawyer took her hand and shook it as he got up, again, checking her out from head to toe

“Ana-Lucia… I’m Sawyer”

He repeated her name to make her think something else, truth is that she’d end up having a nickname like everyone else, like Kate (freckles), Jack (Doc) or Sun and Yin (China town). Let go of her hand a few moments later and his head tilted barely to a side

“Where ya on the plane too?”

[Ana-Lucia]

Ana-Lucia could see how he was looking her over, a few times at that. Figures he was a play boy he had it written all over his face by the way he looked at her. Once their greetings were set she placed her hands on those hips and leaned to one side. “Aren’t you the genius from the group. . ” She was a bit of a smart ass from that comment. After all how could she not help but make that comment, it wasn’t as if she was here on some pleasure cruised trip so congrats to captain obvious here. “Nah I just come here for all my holiday fun.” She had to tease again before she looked back at the water turning her back to him. God that ass on her, if the skin color didn’t give her a way it was her body build. Not only did she have that body but that attitude as well. Seemed Sawyer met his match with those crude comments he made towards others.

“Well Sawyer, I’d say it’s a pleasure but stuck on this island there isn’t one damn thing that makes it pleasurable. .” She picked up on his southern accent which she had always a weakness for even as far back as a kid her first boyfriend had an accident.

[James 'Sawyer' Ford]

She was a smart-as through and through and Sawyer liked that

“And how is the holiday going?”

He said with a smile on his face, is she was a smart-ass then she had just met his match, ‘cause there wasn’t another person like Sawyer in the world, he’d always have a comeback and most likely when least expected.

Let go of her hand and looked at her from head to toe at the ‘pleasure’ comment

“Well honey I definitely think of a thing or two that would make the stay on this God forsaken place a hell of a lot more… enjoyable”

Said the last thing he said wiggling his brows up and down, Sawyer was horny and it was starting to show

[Ana-Lucia]

She laughed placing her hands on her hips as she looked out towards the waters. “Just Peachy.” She noticed he just kept checking her out. Typical stuck in an island you still find horn dogs. Ana-Lucia still had that gun stuck in the back of her jeans who knows she might need it soon with the way he was looking at her.

“Oh I’m sure you can.” Now she was going to change this subject. “Me and a few survivors found a tree house, someone was here before us but seems they are gone now. We’ve been staying in the tree house. Get your stuff I’ll take you over there.”

She really couldn’t leave him there now could she? Plus he was pretty hot.

[James 'Sawyer' Ford]

Sawyer looked at her in the eyes, did she just said a few survivor? So, there were more? How many more survived such crush was a freaking miracle and more than sure they’d all be in a fancy newspaper article if they would have been found, but they weren’t and it was like ‘rescue’ was just not gonna happen for them.

Before she could even move an inch, Sawyer took her by an arm and made her look at him

“Ain’t going anywhere with you sweet cheeks until you tell me everything I need to know”

Still holding her arm he lifted his shirt barely enough to let her see the gun he had tucked in the front

“So be nice and please answer ‘cause I don’t wanna shot at a pretty thing like you…”

[Ana-Lucia]

One thing Stella disliked when there was no sex involved.. Being fucking man handled then being threatened on top of that? Big mistake. She pressed her lips together with slightly narrowed her eyes she looked at him before glancing down at that gun. He didn’t have to act like this, but something told her it was his personality. Before thinking more of it she decided to put a stop to his actions quickly. With the arm he didn’t have, she let a swing come from around her if he didn’t move or grab her hand she’d hit him square in the face with much more force than most of your women but still wasn’t all she had.

She was going to make sure to put him to his knees. If she was able to punch him or not, she’d aim to hit his gut wanting to put him down his knees before grabbing his hair snapping his head back. “Do not.. Threaten me.”

If nothing she aimed for went through? Well can’t say she didn’t try.