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[jim_halpert]

Everything fucking sucked

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[fisherprice_tim]

Tim was feeling kind of good about the way the day was turning out. The weather was good and the bookshelf had stopped trying to give him Bridget Jone's Diary, and he had a few ideas for pranks that had been percolating. he raised his hand a little in greeting when he spotted his partner in crime.

"Oi! Jim!"

[jim_halpert]

Jim didn't look up, though he did drop the stone he had been holding. Great. Now he had to deal with people.

"What?" he asked, his voice short as he glanced up with a scowl.

[fisherprice_tim]

Tim's eyebrows shot up, and he slowed to stop by his friend.

"I'd been looking for you. What's wrong?"

[jim_halpert]

Jim shrugged in response.

"Nothin'. I'm bored out of my fucking mind that's all," he replied, his voice holding a gruff, annoyed tone that he never used to have. "What's it to you?"

[drama_maureen]

"Hey, sugar."

Maureen was just walking back from the beach, clad in a bikini with a towel slung around her waist. She stopped in front of the cute, broody guy. She'd seen him around, but suddenly he seemed more interesting.

"You look bored."

[jim_halpert]

Jim lifted his gaze, a slow grin forming as he saw who was standing in front of him. Having a beautiful woman come up to him certainly was the change of pace he was looking for.

"Fuck yeah. This place sucks," he muttered, then gave the woman a once look over. "S'looking like it's gettin' better though. What up?"

[drama_maureen]

"I'd drink to that," Maureen said with a chuckle, "if only I had something to drink."

She sat down beside him on the steps, knee brushing against his. "I'm Maureen, by the way."

[jim_halpert]

"Could use a drink right now," he replied, rolling his eyes. It was better than doing nothing. "Or somethin' to smoke."

He shot her a grin. "Jim. You been on this hunk of rock long?"

[sickof_swimming]

Ariel walked up, loosely holding Anne's hand. When she saw someone in the spot they'd picked to hang out at she gave the guy a scowl, resting her free hand on her hip. "Hey, move it, we were here first."

[jim_halpert]

He looked up, his expression immediately darkening. Oh, the bitch did not just try to order him around.

"Weren't here when I came and I don't see your fucking names on it," he replied, raising a brow.

[island_anne]

"What the fuck is your fucking problem?" Anne asked him, moving in front of Ariel protectively. "Didn't you fucking hear her? It's our fucking spot, we were fucking here first, and if Ariel wants to sit here, she's fucking going to. And don't you fucking talk to her that way either, you motherfucking twat."

[jim_halpert]

Jim stared at Anne before snorting with laughter.

"What the fuck is your problem, bitch?" he asked. "It's a free fucking island. I can sit wherever the hell I want."

[flyboy_shepp]

John was heading back up the path, pushing his sweat-drenched hair out of his face as he approached the compound. It felt damn good to be able to run again and not worry about getting hurt.

He looked up, startled by the sound of a bird, and blinked at the figure sitting on the steps. "Jim, hey."

[jim_halpert]

Jim tossed the last remaining stone he had in his hand at nothing in particular before looking over at who said his name with an uninterested gaze. Fucking council people. There were as bad as the law.

He just nodded his head in greeting, his arms resting on his legs. Maybe if he didn't talk he'd go away.

[flyboy_shepp]

John just stared, feeling like something was off. Jim's clothes, for starters; and when someone said hi, it was generally polite to say hi back.

"Having a bad day, or something?" he asked after an awkward moment. John wasn't exactly sure what to say, he was used to Jim actually having a hand in their conversations.

Plus, he couldn't exactly go inside when Jim was sitting on the steps right in the way.

[jim_halpert]

He sighed, rolled his eyes.

"I'm just fucking bored," he said, figuring the fucker would just stare at him if he didn't answer. "This place blows."

[downwithsynergy]

Carter calmly wandered down the steps, a hand lifted to tighten the black tie he'd found in the clothes bin. The selection of clothing had left much to be desired, but he'd hardly expected to find an Armani suit among the wreckage.

No, the plain, basic black slacks and white shirt would have to do. Carter adjusted his collar and then slid his hands into his pockets, blankly sizing the man up. "You know what they say. Idle hands are the devil's tools," he offered dryly as he took his sweet time lighting a 'borrowed' cigarette.

[jim_halpert]

Jim raised a brow, smelling the faint scent of the cigarette. He looked up to see a suit type staring at him. Carter.

"I don't know what the fuck that means," he said, with a shrug. He eyed the cigarette for a moment. "Yo man, hit me up. I was fucking looking for a puff."

[downwithsynergy]

Carter took a deliberate drag, unwilling to offer up the quickly burning tobacco so lightly, and then turned the cigarette over between his fingers. The smoke expelled from his lungs took the shape of perfect rings as they rose.

"I'm sure you were, Jim. And I was looking for a pair of devil's tools to put to work," he replied with all the self-important patience of a man who always knows what you're looking for before you even do, and exactly where to find it. "I tell you what. You come help me move house and I'll make sure you get that puff, and then some."

[jim_halpert]

Jim raised a brow. He didn't really want to do shit for people, but at least if he helped out he'd have something to do and would get stuff out of it.

"What do you want me to do, then?" he asked.