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George Luz was under a tree. He had a pack of smokes next to him and a tired dog's head in his lap. A lit cigarette was resting between his lips, as usual, and he was smoking it steadily as he looked into the distance. All in all, he almost looked... well, thoughtful.
He had been on the island for one year and five days. 370. It was a pretty big number and one that probably was worth some reflecting on. When he'd first arrived the island had looked like something out of one of an Indian jungle adventure book, then it switched to normal, then spooky, then normal, then Russia, then normal again. He'd been the first member of Easy to arrive, the first (and for a while only) one to get a girl, and now he was the first one to be getting married. He'd been through body switches, gender switches, and age switches without going crazy along the way. Hell, he'd survived the island itself that long without requiring any major psychiatric help or having a breakdown of some kind and that had to be some sorta record or something.
George was pretty sure that this tree was the one he'd jumped into originally, but he couldn't quite be sure. The tree itself had changed -thank you, bizarre island mood swings- and the parachute had been taken down a long time ago. But hey, even if it wasn't the same tree it was pretty darn close and that was good enough for him. For a moment he considered laying claim to it as his tree. GL+SC, some sort of playground thing like that. After all, if it really was the same tree he'd met Shari in than it was pretty special. He got as far as digging his knife out before holding off on the small act of vandalism. Hell, they were gonna have a wedding and a house and kid (Eventually? Maybe?) and a life together. Compared to all of that the tree really just seemed kinda stupid.
[OOC: An almost thoughtful Luz. Timed to earlier Sunday. ST/LT good for I am sick.]
He had been on the island for one year and five days. 370. It was a pretty big number and one that probably was worth some reflecting on. When he'd first arrived the island had looked like something out of one of an Indian jungle adventure book, then it switched to normal, then spooky, then normal, then Russia, then normal again. He'd been the first member of Easy to arrive, the first (and for a while only) one to get a girl, and now he was the first one to be getting married. He'd been through body switches, gender switches, and age switches without going crazy along the way. Hell, he'd survived the island itself that long without requiring any major psychiatric help or having a breakdown of some kind and that had to be some sorta record or something.
George was pretty sure that this tree was the one he'd jumped into originally, but he couldn't quite be sure. The tree itself had changed -thank you, bizarre island mood swings- and the parachute had been taken down a long time ago. But hey, even if it wasn't the same tree it was pretty darn close and that was good enough for him. For a moment he considered laying claim to it as his tree. GL+SC, some sort of playground thing like that. After all, if it really was the same tree he'd met Shari in than it was pretty special. He got as far as digging his knife out before holding off on the small act of vandalism. Hell, they were gonna have a wedding and a house and kid (Eventually? Maybe?) and a life together. Compared to all of that the tree really just seemed kinda stupid.
[OOC: An almost thoughtful Luz. Timed to earlier Sunday. ST/LT good for I am sick.]