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See, the first time he'd needed new clothes on the new island (the one that wasn't his) Sawyer'd gone for him. For his own good, or at least that's what he'd said. Given how messy his first couple hours had been, he'd basically needed new clothes immediately, so when he was told to stay where he was and don't get in any more trouble, he did what he

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"Heck if I know, fucked if I care."

Trixa lounged in the hallway, looking at the... well new guy? Had to be new, most people who'd been on the island awhile just dug through the box, tossing things aside with muttered curses until something kinda worked. Or perhaps he was just one of those constantly surprised people.

Either or, he was in her way. She needed a bathing suit of some sort, since she'd finally convinced herself to give that windsurfing gear she'd been gifted with a try.

"You done yet?"

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"No," he said stubbornly, "I'm not." Not because he was not, but because when people talked like that at him, it made him want to be more stubborn than usual. He was stubborn to start with.

Turning to look to see who was coming over - a lady, obviously - he pressed up off of the ground. Only to slip and tumble backward onto it again, landing on his ass.

"Gyah!" Hugo shouted, pure, honest-to-god confused terror on his features. For about half a second. "S-sorry. You just scared the crap out of me. I thought you were this dead chick I used to ... " Know? Probably, definitely not the right word for Ana Lucia. " ... you know what, long story. Totally irrelevant. Nevermind." He nudged the box toward her with his bare toes.

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"You thought I was dead?" Trixa's eyes shot up, that was a new one on her. Sure, he wasn't the first person to mistake her for someone else, but he was certainly the first to be frightened of her on sight.

Moving cautiously, she approached, "You okay?" He'd hit the ground pretty solidly when he fell back and the box was temporarily forgotten. She just hoped he hadn't hurt anything.

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"I thought you were ... " Hugo muttered, not quite meeting her eyes as he pressed his palms onto the floor again, and at least tried to get himself back up. It didn't work the first time. He really had gone down on his tail-bone hard.

"No, it's stupid. Stuff like that doesn't happen here. Sawyer told me so. None of that crap happens here, so. Just ignore me, I'm new. I mean, I'm Hurley."

He looked up, as if willing her to accept that as an apology. She certainly deserved an apology, being mistaken for a ghost.

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"Sawyer?" Oh, good lord, he was a friend of Sawyer's. Awesome. "You think I'm some chick named Ana Lucia, then. Sorry to disappoint."

Her eyes rolled, and she moved to his side to see if she could help. Not with heaving him up because that wasn't gonna happen, but maybe she could help balance him.

"I'm Trixa." She filed away the 'Stuff like that doesn't happen here,' away for a later conversation, because, that? That was curious.

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"You aren't sorry," Hurley said, with a snort of amusement. At least, that tone of voice suggested to him she wasn't. Or maybe it was just that he'd known Ana Lucia. Knew her. Sort of.

She was part of the whispers now.

When the woman, Trixa, bent to help him up, he accepted it. Happily, but tentatively. He leaned one large hand on her shoulder and, using it to keep him steady, stood again. He dusted the back of his pants off with both hands.

"Is that, like, a nickname?" he asked, because it was a heck of a lot more polite than 'is that, like, a stage name.' "Did he hit on you or something?"

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"No, I'm not. I rather like being me." She waited to move away until he was steady on his feet again. He seemed like a nice guy.

What the hell was he doing hanging around Sawyer?

"Nah, it's my name, actual and true." After all, she'd given it to herself. "Don't let Sawyer tell you otherwise - and doesn't he hit on everyone?"

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"Oh, good," he said, wisely without elaborating. And he crossed his arms across his chest, casually taking a look around at the mess he'd made. He would fold it all and put it somewhere for other people if they needed it before he left. Somebody would appreciate a tangerine-colored bikini. That someone was just not named Hugo Reyes.

And was probably not genetically related to Hugo Reyes going back at least two generations.

"He doesn't hit on me," he added, joking at his own expense. "Anyway, it's not like he's my gossip buddy or something, you know. We're not BFFs. We're just ... it's complicated." He wanted to clear that one up right away. He cared about Sawyer. But they'd have never met if it weren't for the island.

Something to think about.

She'd have never met Sawyer, if it weren't for this one.

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That somebody might be Trixa. It wasn't red, but then she practically sang a hallelujah chorus any time she did find something in her signature color. She leaned over to snag it, holding it up to check the size. Unlike the Reyes family, Trixa had managed to stay trim - not that it was easy, stuck in a human body. But she wasn't one to shirk a little work, or in this case, a work-out, in order to meet her goals.

And this bikini was definitely a goal.

Looking back at Hurley, she shrugged a little, "You're, what, acquaintances?" She got it, it was more or less what she considered Sawyer, not a friend, but someone to talk to if they were around.

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Hugo gave another soft snort as he watched her go for the bikini, the most striking, and strikingly unsuited, piece of clothing he'd managed to dig up. She definitely wasn't Ana Lucia. There was something ... about her. He couldn't figure it out. The brazen ego was there, but he didn't feel like he was being condescended. He liked that.

When she asked her question, though, his head ducked down to rest his chin on his chest while he answered. "I trust him," he said, simple, and full of a sort of sobriety which suggested there were hundreds of other words attached in silence. 'With my life,' 'with the lives of people I love,' with almost everything.

But he didn't know how much Trixa knew about Sawyer. And as crap as Hurley was at keeping secrets, he at least wanted to try to let Sawyer be whoever he wanted to be to everyone else. Hurley knew it was important to him.

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That made her pause, watching Hurley for a moment while she folded up the bikini, shoving it into the pocket of her jeans. She knew that tone, probably uses it herself when she talks about Leo. Implicit trust. No holds barred. A strange reaction for someone to have with a con artist.

Unless Hurley was in on the con... or the target of it. Gods only knew the amounts of trust a good con artist could inspire and Sawyer struck her as a very good con artist, indeed. And didn't that make for some interesting ideas?

"Trust is a heavy thing, Hurley. Sawyer must be a pretty good guy for you to trust him like that."

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It was a few stretched-out moments before Hurley found his voice to answer; he spent them dutifully picking up his mess and setting it down on the nearby table. Each piece, he began to neatly fold, one-by-one, with the sort of reverence in treatment given by those who've struggled for long periods with having next to nothing.

"I know it is, for real, but," he said, looking over his shoulder at her with green eyes that were as fondly defensive and gently steeled as they were tired. "Sawyer's a good guy. I think he's ... one of the four best men I've ever known."

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That was interesting. Either Hurley knew a lot of terrible people, or Sawyer was hiding something. The fact that he really was a good guy.

And she'd killed him. In an illusion, but still, she'd ripped him apart and for what? Because she thought he was someone else? True, but after... He pushed all her buttons, probably because they were more similar than she wanted to admit.

Damn, was she going to have to cut him some slack now?

"Who're the other three?" Because context was important.

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Hurley bit his bottom lip in consideration, before giving a rolling shrug and moving on to the next piece of clothing. It wouldn't hurt to answer these questions. Even if he knew he still hadn't shaken off the paranoia. The paranoia the island had instilled in each of them. So that there were times it was hard even to trust the reality in front of their faces.

He had to get over it eventually. Probably.

"You probably don't know 'em," he said, truthful rather than evasive. "Jack Shephard. Sayid Jarrah. John Locke. They're good guys. The best I know."

Repetitive. But it got his point across when he had no other way of doing it. He wasn't sure where to start explaining what happened on the other island. He wasn't sure they'd want him to. Sawyer, Alex, the others he knew were there with them. It was a consideration Hurley gave them.

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Trixa nodded, filing the names away for later and picking up a stray shirt to fold. All of a sudden, Sawyer was a lot more interesting than he had been before. Maybe a lot more dangerous, if he had this guy so convinced he was the good guy.

What was the truth, what was the lie? Where was the con? She knew the best ones always had a bit of truth in them, but that bit could vary a lot.

"They sound like good men. Strong names at least. And, I'm assuming the whole John Locke thing is a coincidence - he's not really the English philosopher?"

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The table didn't look like the sort of thing that would (safely) support him for long, so once he was done folding, he instead opted to pull out the chair that was beneath it, and settle himself heavily into it. He hadn't been sleeping as well as he could have. Candy nightmares.

"Better than 'Hurley,' right? Anyway, no, he's not a philosopher. And he's definitely not English. I think maybe he was from Florida or something, but, like, I never ... thought to ask." He never thought to ask much of anyone where they were from before the crash. It never seemed important.

"He was always nice to me," he added, not sure why he did. "Anyway, if you think I'm gonna tell you all about Sawyer, you're crazy. You gotta ask him yourself." A standard warning he was about to give ... basically everyone who knew the other guy. At least until Hurley had all his chickens in a row.