[TM] 234 - Utopia

[_complex_guy_]

There ain’t no such thing. Utopia...just a stupid pipe dream is all. Even here, in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere it ain’t real. I’d say in the middle of God’s country and nowhere, but we’re closer t’ nowhere, and I ain’t entirely sure God’s still keeping His eye on this hunk of rock...if He exists at all.

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[_complex_guy_]

At the sound of her voice, he rolled his eyes and tried to call up some form of real annoyance...something other than the shellshock and the numbness that covered the pain of knowing that they were more than screwed...more than just plain done.

They were dead. And he couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.

He found little else, however, than a mild sort of relief to the break in the silence. Her presence was a real thing...there was warmth, that itch of life against his skin, and it was a much-needed wake up call to the fact that he wasn't alone here. The longer he sat, staring...wishing for booze since he'd started to sober up...the easier it was to forget there were still people on this rock. It wasn't just him.

"The name, pretty lady," he drawled, slowly rolling his head up along with his eyes to meet her gaze, "is Sawyer...and you'd do well t' remember that."

He paused, then sighed and patted the sand haphazardly, a silent invitation for her to sit if she desired. "What's new, Pussycat? Find that secret tunnel leadin' to the mainland yet?"

[repo_woman]

Juliet smiled at the remark on his name, but she didn't really care. She'd read his file, knew all about him... about his life, his parents. "I'm pretty sure until you start using my real name? I can use whichever name of yours I like."

It was a bit cold, but she was pushing herself to try and not actually come to grips with what exactly had happened along the skyline. Shifting she brought her knees up so her arms could rest there for a moment as she stared out at the ocean.

"No tunnels that I know of, but I do know that something... I don't even know how to say it but it does feel just different."

[_complex_guy_]

"Yer funeral, Princess." he shot back, although there was really very little actual rancor in his tone. He was long past threats and malicious thoughts...there wasn't enough room for it in his own head anymore. All there was room for was a pillar of black smoke that showed up every damn time he closed his eyes. Then, of course, there was the drunkeness and the conversations with Jack's dead father.

He was really glad the bottle had run dry, and that he had so little motivation to get up and track down another.

Her observation cut him, though, and he didn't like it. The slice of feeling, the urge to move and act and do...he didn't want to be motivated. He wanted to get drunk and mourn. Goddamnit, he wanted to wallow.

"Feels wrong." he finally sighed, testily burying his toes in the sand as he clenched his jaw. Tension, muscle flexing...it was his first real exercise of effort in days.

Flicking his toe, he scattered some sand with a darker scowl as he gazed out on the horizon, resting his forearms on his own knees instead of planting his palms behind him on the sand. "Whole damn thing feels wrong. Like somethin's done slipped clear outta whack. I'd say it's in my head...but clearly it ain't."

[repo_woman]

Running her hand over her hair Juliet allowed it to rest at the back of her head for a moment, her fingers twisting into it a bit trying to hold onto something a bit longer. Finally giving in she returned it to rest beneath against her cheek her elbow pressing to her knee. Turning her head she glanced at him seated beside her staring at the same horizon she hadn't been able to look back into since the light.

"I don't think it's in your head, that light... the last time something like that happened? A plane split into three parts in the sky."

[_complex_guy_]

The plane, the light...the freighter. So much had gone down in such a short time, and he still wasn't sure what half of it even meant. Every single time he thought he had an answer to some question, six more questions sprang up. The damn snake needed to stop swallowing its tail, else he was going to get seriously pissed off.

Sawyer finally shook his head, mild frustration etching his features, although what he was feeling was a lot stronger. He didn't want to unload on her, though...currently, the only friend he had left in the world, and she wasn't even that to him.

"I don' t mean like that." he replied quietly, raking a hand back through his hair. "I mean...everything. Can't you feel it? Like..." He trailed off, a memory returning with a bitterness that, for some reason, made him smile.

"Like I smell somethin' on the wind." he finished, sobering again as he met her eyes. "It's like somethin's off course...bad things are happening, whole world's gone t' hell, but this is somethin' primal. I'm tellin' ya, Carolina, somethin' just ain't right."