//this is the story of my life
Who: Liquid Snake and Sawyer
When: November third, afternoon
Where: Hell if Sawyer knows.
Summary: Newbie's wandering around looking for a job and runs into his new BFF 'Limeade'.
Warnings: Sawyer's a jackass. I'm betting fistfights are involved at some point.
Islands sucked.
That happened to be the professional opinion of James 'Sawyer' Ford, former inhabitant of some Island so mysterious it had to be referred to with a capital letter, former conman, former DHARMA Initiative worker and former 'candidate'.
Whatever the hell that last part meant. Something about numbers, a not-entirely-dead Locke and some other crazy nonsense.
Though on the scale of 'eh' to 'fuck this', Sawyer had to admit this particular island could be much worse. There was civilization and normal living space, so that was a definite plus. It was nice to think his biggest problem at the moment was finding a job, at least. And so here he was, wandering the streets both for the purposes of exploration and getting some kind of temporary work.
When: November third, afternoon
Where: Hell if Sawyer knows.
Summary: Newbie's wandering around looking for a job and runs into his new BFF 'Limeade'.
Warnings: Sawyer's a jackass. I'm betting fistfights are involved at some point.
Islands sucked.
That happened to be the professional opinion of James 'Sawyer' Ford, former inhabitant of some Island so mysterious it had to be referred to with a capital letter, former conman, former DHARMA Initiative worker and former 'candidate'.
Whatever the hell that last part meant. Something about numbers, a not-entirely-dead Locke and some other crazy nonsense.
Though on the scale of 'eh' to 'fuck this', Sawyer had to admit this particular island could be much worse. There was civilization and normal living space, so that was a definite plus. It was nice to think his biggest problem at the moment was finding a job, at least. And so here he was, wandering the streets both for the purposes of exploration and getting some kind of temporary work.