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[notcooldude]

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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[blondieburke]

Juliet's got no love for the clothes box, given that all of the clothes she has consist of tank tops. No t-shirts, no quarter length sleeves. Just tank tops in all different colors and cuts, which she's mostly gotten used to. But every once in a while she'd like to have something other than that to wear for clinic shifts.

Everyone keeps telling her to think positive thoughts when it comes to the box, so it's with that motto that she approaches. What she isn't expecting is a Hurley shaped person standing there, and when she realizes it is Hurley she grins, but quickly tones it done because she has no idea when he's from or if he'll think she still has James and Kate in a cage.

"From what I've heard he's the newer, much younger version of Justin Timberlake," she says coolly, standing just behind Hurley.

[notcooldude]

Hurley certainly isn't expecting to hear that voice approaching, or to turn around and see Juliet's familiar face, with that smile that he thinks is so ... beautiful, but sad. That reminds him a little of her, but in a good way. A way that makes Hurley clamber off of the ground as quickly as he's capable, ignoring the box and his hunt in favor of moving to wrap the older woman in the largest hug he's capable of.

"Oh my gosh, Juliet! Hey, you!"

[blondieburke]

There's something to be said for a hug from Hurley, so it must be post cages. Good. Hugging him back, she realizes that for the first time since she's run into someone from the other island, she feels like one of them actually wants to see her.

"When did you get here, Hurley?" she asks once she lets go of him, unable to suppress her wider smile now.

[notcooldude]

It's a good hug. He's glad to have had the chance to give it - even if part of that, it's rough to admit to himself, is because it gives him the chance to hide the couple seconds of pain on his face against her shoulder. Before he can do something stupid, like start to cry. He's pretty sure none of them can understand.

And he can't tell them. Something bad might happen.

"Like a week ago," he says, as he moves away again, hands still heavy on her shoulders. "Buuuut I was sort of under newbie house arrest while I got the 411 and everything. I feel like a quarantined puppy. That needs clean shirts."

[curiously_cora]

"I don't know but if you find one with Zac Efron on it then can I have it?" Coraline asked curiously smiling brightly at the guy. Coraline thought the boy on the t-shirt was okay but well, he was no Jacob Black or Chase Stein. "It's not for me, I mean I love Zac Efron but it's for my friend Sawyer. He promised to watch at least one High School Musical movie with me and I know once he's seen it, he'll want to watch all three and learn the dance moves."

[notcooldude]

Now, Zac Efron, there's a name he vaguely notices. "Isn't that guy, like, made totally out of plasticine or something? I swear, he looks like a Lego man. Not that I'm usually in the habit of criticizing others based on stupid reasons, but I'm just saying, dude creeps me out." All that before he turned to look at who was coming.

Little blonde girl, like, ten years old. Or something. If heat hadn't been rising to his cheeks at giving someone like that such a smart-ass answer, it certainly started when she mentioned 'her friend Sawyer.' Totally a common name, right? There were probably at least six Sawyers here on this ... little island. Because his Sawyer, even though Hugo knew he had a hidden depths thing going on, probably would not be caught watching a musical of any type. Not even The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas.

"Uuuuh," he said, around the pink on his wide cheeks, because he wasn't sure what else to say.

"So hi."

[curiously_cora]

"You're turning very red," Coraline pointed out helpfully as the other guy blushed. Coraline looked at pile of the t-shirts wondering if he needed help. Coraline was very good at finding things even finding things for people who clearly did not understand or respect the Efron. "Hi, I'm Coraline. That's Cora-line, not Caroline. Sometimes I get called Cor or Giraffe or Young Padawan but those aren't my names either. Just Coraline. Do you need any help?"

[notcooldude]

"Yeah," he said, "I feel that." Hurley tried to go back to his search, but it was too hard to concentrate on willing the box to spit out clothes that fit him. So he just slumped and folded his hands over his knees, looking across at her.

"Hugo," he said. "Hugo Reyes. But usually I get called Hurley. And no, I don't need help, I just ... need this box to work." There was a short pause before he added. "Which sort of means I need help, I guess, doesn't it?"

[faithanbegorrah]

"That's a boy?" Terry asks, having looked over toward the clothes box from her half folded pile of laundry when the man sorting through it spoke up. "He looks like one of those tweeny-boppers."

[notcooldude]

"It might be a girl," Hurley says, holding the shirt up for another close examination. "All it says is 'Justin Bieber,' which I guess could be a girl's name. Whatever, right? That's her parents' prerogative."

Although, really, staring at the shirt does sort of give him the crawling willies like nothing has in a little while, so he tosses it over his shoulder. He can sleep in it, if he wears it inside-out.

"Hey," he adds, "I'm Hurley. By the way. I probably should have been less rude and said that earlier, but I'm ... " Feeling all sorts of shy around you, would be the most truthful answer, but he blurts out. "New."

[faithanbegorrah]

"Nice to meet you, Hurley," Terry says, giving him a smile. She finishes folding up one of Brad's USMC t-shirts before walking over to the clothes box. "I'm Theresa."

[notcooldude]

Crawling up from the ground, he drops the white shirt over his shoulder and dusts off the seat of his pants before reaching out a hand - at first hesitant - to shake hers, if she'll accept.

"Nice to meet you, too," he says, giving the shirts a quick look. Definitely dude shirts. "So like, pretty much everyone comes here to do their laundry or something? I'm still trying to work out the whole day-to-day life thing here. Hey, who do we call if we accidentally break something? Just, you know ... in case that should ... ever happen while I'm around."

[off_the_ceiling]

"I have no idea," said Jess, balling up a pink dress and trying to shoot it like a basketball into the box from the doorway to the laundry room. It didn't quite make it, but she retrieved it on her way into the room and dropped it unceremoniously into the box while she took a look at the shirt he was holding up. "I can make a guess, though, and it isn't pretty."

[notcooldude]

The dress didn't quite make it, but Hurley still raised a fist to give her a quick thumbs-up. "You so almost had that," he said, feeling only a little guilty about his spread-out mess now that someone else was in the room with him.

"Right? But I was thinking, like, maybe if I turned it inside out I could wear it to sleep in. 'S just a white tee-shirt. And I'm not really getting a whole let else that'll fit me from in there. I guess maybe I don't have the touch. Or it hates newbies."

He gave a languid shrug before following her example, stuffing some of the scattered crap back into the box. "Hey, I'm Hurley."

[off_the_ceiling]

"Jess," she said, flashing him a bright smile. She thought she hadn't seen him around before, but then she'd been a little morose for the last while so she could've missed it. "Don't worry, it hates everyone equally. I'd definitely hang onto that shirt if I were you. In my experience, it could be so very much worse."

[notcooldude]

"Hey, Jess," he said, holding out one hand, palm-up, for a shake. Which was apparently how you greeted pretty girls in Hurley-world. As she kept talking, though, his face fell slightly in concern.

"Like, worse how? Do I really wanna know? It's not gonna spit anything, like, mysterious blood-covered clothes or a toga or something at me, is it?"

[vvdanicavv]

"Somebody you ate," Danica replied, gaping at him for a moment. She was fairly sure there were three or four Justin Whatevers inside him by the looks of things. She still hadn't blinked. "What are you?"

[notcooldude]

Hugo immediately dropped the pair of women's trouser-pants he was lifting back into the clothes box, looking over his shoulder with a face of shock. Shock. Shock that only subsided a little. Enough though that when he finally answered, he managed to not just explode.

He did that sometimes. They used to call it 'hulking out' on the island. Maybe they didn't realize the cruel irony. He'd been better, though, and more comfortable with himself. Maybe it was that he was more certain of himself, and the roles he played.

Still, he didn't have to take that crap, you know!

"Excuse you," Hurley said. "Maybe I'm a big, hairy monster and I'm gonna eat you next if you don't run or something."

[vvdanicavv]

As quickly as Danica's shock had come, it disappeared, replaced by a shark-like grin on her face.

"Maybe I'm going to eat you if you don't run," she mimicked, tongue flicking over the point of a fang like a snake.