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Excited by this new idea Ronnie took off,
"We could use leaves for the net backing and wait... what would we use for a puck and how would we bend the bamboo into the right shapes plus we don't know how get any of tis stuff." Ronnie added complainingly.
((sorry got to go to but you can play me 3nodding ))

"Hold it there Ronnie don't you think you are getting a little a head of your self?" Jen was glad to find common ground between her and Ronnie but she was in no hurry to go off building some complacted form of a net. Or was she? The more Jen thought of it the more her heart started to acke. Oh, how she did miss hockey!

"My name is Heather," she replied as she held her hand out, "Should I asume that this is something just realized?"

(( eek woah. shocking... Claire and Charlie make the cutest couple on the island!!!))

Claire heard the yells from the path, she looked back and saw a man qalking away quickly.
'Sawyer' she thought to herself, turning back to the ocean.

((Triska...I'm uh..RPing you a tad as a Sayid/Shannon moment is long overdue. Oh, and willow's been kind of busy lately so I'm RPing on behalf of her as well, of course that's nothing new))

Shannon lay back down amongst the small and honestly, nearly squished cushions with a moan. Heather seemed uncertain about something as she stared at her, as though looking at something far off. "Excuse me...can I speak with Shannon please?" Sayid had sauntered up behind the other girl and Heather nodded politely, though Shannon saw her eyes widen as though she'd suddenly realized something.

"Maybe I'll talk to you later?" She suggested and then quickly took her leave. Sayid watched her go and then knelt down next to Shannon.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. He'd seen the scene with Jack and was worried. He knew Shannon was prone to fits of melodrama but still, should her symptoms be completely ignored? He ran his fingers through her tangled hair and leaned forwards to press a kiss to her temple. She was warm, unusually so.

"I want to die." She answered finally, like a petulant child.

"No you don't." Sayid scolded her and then carefully seated himself so that his legs were in tandem with hers. "You're just ill..."

"I don't want to keep living under a tarp." She murmured, turning to him and burying herself into his side. Her voice was muffled. "I'm sick of listening the wind make it snap and crinkle, I'm sick of waking up with sand everywhere...everywhere," She emphasized again, allowing one eye to peek up at him. "I'm sick of having bugs making their home in my bags and I'm sick of having to wander off to the middle of nowhere to get changed, just so I know Sawyer or some other perv isn't watching me..." Sayid was unsure of what to say so he simply ran his fingers up and down her thin arm. "I want a house." She said finally. He paused ever so slightly. "I want a house, or a hut or whatever...just no more tarps in the sand. It's not like anyone is coming to get us."

"Do you truly want a house?" He asked softly. She was beginning to relax and he could feel her muscles untensing, though the heat of her skin and slight trembling worried him.

"Yes...I want a house."

"Then I will build you a house."

((thanks))

OOC: That's alright.

BIC: Heather went off into the jungle to gather up some more bamboo for the shack she was building. So far things are going well with it. She just needs to get a floor in and she's set. Sort of. Figuring out how to put walls in will be alot of fun.
As she was going along she run's into Soyer. "Hey, you look like you're in your useral Jack," she gave a smile and a sound that indicated that she was not going to use such a word, but it's the only one that properly discribes him alot of the times.