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Her...Bunny?

Jan 25, 2008 15:14

Elliot wasn't sure if she was having a good week or not.

Work (what little there was of it, anyway) was going fine, she had met a whole bunch of new people, and she'd even gone on a date. That was where she was stuck. A date, just months after the thing with Keith - 'The Thing'? Sheesh, I almost married the guy - and she'd enjoyed it. Parts of it ( Read more... )

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29dayslater January 25 2008, 08:10:56 UTC

Now, Jim isn't about to be one of those blokes that get annoyed by the fucking hovercars or motorcycles popping up all over the place (he's happy enough with his own bicycle as it is, never mind that sometimes he still feels like a car's going to come up around the path and send him into a nightmare all over again), but the animals are something else entirely.

There are dogs and horses all over the fucking place, and if Jim has to side step another pile of crap today, he's going to throw himself into the ocean.

But Jim's pretty sure the island's got some kind of clause that insists something strange has to happen at least once a day, and here it is: a woman staring at a rabbit in a cage on the path.

"Is that yours?" he asks as he walks up, and Jim has to remind himself constantly that he's seen so much worse.

He's still not sure if worse is any better than weird, though.

doublefricked January 25 2008, 08:54:25 UTC

Elliot looked up at the man, then down at the cage and the bunny inside, and then back up again. "I think so..." she said slowly, fingering the card still in her hand. "I mean, it has my name on it, but maybe that's the name of the...bunny." It didn't really look like a bunny. In fact, it reminded Elliot more of a tiny, extremely fluffy puppy.

She opened the cage and took it out, expecting it to bite her, but it didn't. It flopped limply in her hand, twitching its ears. Great. A brain-damaged rabbit. Just what I need. And then it looked at her with its round, puppy-dog bunny-rabbit eyes and she said "Awwww," and decided not to have rabbit stew for dinner.

29dayslater January 25 2008, 09:41:48 UTC

Jim's eyebrows rise, and it's like something inherently masculine in him sort of wants to twitch away from that tone. Thankfully, it's aimed at the rabbit and not a baby or something, with pointed looks in his direction. (He never did give that girl a proper reason why he didn't call her after their first date.)

"Was it like a gift card or something?" he finally says, and despite his better judgement - or the fact that he's halfway across the path - he leans forward to get a better look at the rabbit. "I got a bicycle."

Which, as far as Jim's concerned, is a million times better. He'll worry about getting a flat when it happens.

doublefricked January 25 2008, 09:51:25 UTC

"That would definitely be more useful," Elliot said, though she was warming to the bunny. Who else was going to look after it, anyway?

"I think I'll name him JD," she said, and burst out laughing. The newly-named JD the Bunny squirmed in her hands, startled by the loud noise, and she put him back into the cage and shut the door, still giggling as if she'd made the funniest joke in the world. In a way, she had.

She couldn't wait to show the bunny to Dr. Cox.

29dayslater January 25 2008, 09:55:39 UTC

"Okay," Jim says slowly, eyeing the blonde again when she bursts into laughter. He's not sure what JD has to do with the rabbit or why it's funny, but then again, he just met her.

What the hell, it isn't like he has anything better to do, and slightly amusing, sort of weird, pretty blondes are better company than that angry guy and bad Canadian TV shows. "What's so funny about JD?"

Maybe she's naming the rabbit after whiskey.

doublefricked January 25 2008, 10:01:31 UTC

"My...friend, back home," Elliot began, calming down a little, "His name's JD. Well, actually it's John Dorian, but everyone calls him JD anyway. Except Dr. Cox, he just calls him girl's names all the time."

She shrugged. Her legs were getting sore from crouching on the ground so she stood up, wondering how heavy the cage was and hoping she'd be able to carry it back to the compound on her own.

Hey, wait! Maybe this guy will help.

"I'm Elliot," she said, sticking out her hand and offering her most dazzling smile. And you must be Pack Horse.

29dayslater January 25 2008, 10:05:31 UTC

Jim still doesn't guy why that's funny, especially when she has a man's name. It's not like he actually cares all that much, to be honest, so he just nods as if it means something.

"I'm Jim," he says, and shakes her hand. The smile's a bit too much, and when he looks down and sees the rabbit sitting all quiet in it's heavy-looking cage, Jim can practically hear his mum in the back of his head telling him to be a gentleman and help the nice girl.

"Y'need help with that?" he asks, and nods down at the cage.

doublefricked January 25 2008, 10:07:36 UTC

"That would be great," Elliot beamed at him. "I wonder who left it here, anyway?" And she shook her head, chalking it down to the island's general weirdness.

"Here, I'll grab one end and you can get the other."

I hope he doesn't want sexual favors in return. I'm way out of practice.

29dayslater January 26 2008, 05:13:03 UTC

One end of the rabbit cage isn't all that bad, and Jim's glad Elliot offers just half, because he's completely aware that heavy lifting is not what he's been built for.

"It's probably magic, like the rest of this place," he shrugs with one shoulder.

doublefricked January 27 2008, 05:09:57 UTC

"Or God," said Elliot, unconsciously likening the two to some level of innate ridiculousness. "Then again, I don't think he'd do something this cruel." She thought about it. "Well...probably not."

She helped Jim lift the cage, wincing a little. I so need to start going to a gym again. Or, you know, use driftwood as weight-lifting material.

29dayslater January 27 2008, 10:37:05 UTC

Jim doesn't really want to think about the world God left him to survive in, if there was one. A priest trying to kill him didn't do much for Jim's faith. "I'm more on the side of magic," he says, shrugging with his free arm. "You sure you're okay over there?"

doublefricked January 28 2008, 05:23:55 UTC

"Yep!" said Elliot, sounding strained. "I'm just...really out of shape. I mean, aside from the occasional walk down to the beach, I've been pretty lazy." But hey! It's a tropical paradise! I can't imagine what kind of freak goes on vacation and spends all their time at a gym.

Then again, this isn't actually a vacation.

29dayslater January 30 2008, 10:21:01 UTC

"So've I," Jim admits, and it's not like Elliot seems the type of girl who really gives a fuck if he sweats or strains, he doesn't bother hiding his own wince. "You know, why the hell does it need such a heavy cage? It's just a rabbit."

doublefricked January 30 2008, 11:16:20 UTC

"Maybe it's made out of lead?" Elliot suggested, with a laugh and another matching wince. "Don't worry, we're almost there." Jim was pretty skinny. She hoped his arms wouldn't snap off and blood wouldn't spray everywhere from the bloody stumps. That would really suck.

...I hate my brain.

29dayslater February 2 2008, 13:00:29 UTC

Jim's not sure he likes that she's reassuring him, but he doesn't really care, since it sort of works. "Or maybe we're both out of shape," he suggests almost cheerfully.

doublefricked February 2 2008, 13:40:04 UTC

"Maybe," Elliot laughed a little. "Oof, steps..." It was hard going, but she managed to help Jim haul the cage up the steps to the Compound and through the door. "My room's on the fifth floor," she said miserably. "More stairs." At least the rabbit wasn't going nuts in its cage - in fact, it sat there serenely, looking out at the world with an unfocused expression.

Again, familiar.

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