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[poison_lipstick]

Saffron stretched her arms upward, fingers clasped together, and arched her back like a cat. She'd been at the club practicing for a while, through the afternoon hours, but it was getting on dinnertime, which meant it was time to quit. A quick trip home for a bath and change of clothes, and by then Xander was bound to be home, and they could go up

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[dickgout]

"I GO OUT WALKING, AFTER MIDNIGHT," sang Jason as he headed down the path, on the daily mission to gather up extra pieces of wood that would be good for the plywood slabs. "JUUUUUUST HOPING, MAYBE...."

Yeah, he was an island cop, a master builder, and definitely feeling just fine.

It would be hard to say if he would leave the strange looking dumpster-thing alone if he'd not been in such a good mood. The thing was a smelly box of secrets, calling his name. Figuratively. He'd just gotten rid of the once voice, so he wasn't thrilled to even pretend to have another one.

"Uh, hey there," he greeted it, just in case.

[poison_lipstick]

She wasn't sure how long it had been. At first, she'd tried to keep track, but with no light, nothing by which to gauge time, she'd long since lost the thread of hours versus minutes versus days. She'd been drifting in and out of a fitful doze, never really sleeping fully, not when she was jerking awake and screaming as loud as she could at every faint noise, her fists beating against the unforgiving metal of the dumpster

[dickgout]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, THERE WAS SOMEONE INSIDE OF THERE.

"HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT," Jason hollered, scrambling to find the lid and push it open. "Hey, hey, who's in there?" It's hard to tell, being all muffled, but he's guessing it's a woman. Who the hell trapped a woman in a dumpster? What kind of sicko was on the island?

"Listen, my name is Jason Stackhouse, and I'm IPD. I'm gonna get you outta there."

[poison_lipstick]

As soon as she heard his voice, Saffron burst out crying - or just sobbing, really, since she couldn't work up any tears she was so dried out. Jason. IPD. That meant she was still on the island.

She never in her wildest dreams thought she would have been so relieved to find out she was still on the island.

"Jason," she cried, "oh God, Jason, get me out of here." Saffron just hoped the remote was somewhere close by. Jason was strong, but he wasn't going to be able to get the lid up without it.