okay, who's the head honcho here?

[confidenceman]

"Stupid— piece of crap—"

Not a morning person on the best of days, when Sawyer woke up to some unknown weight blocking his door, he again began to consider the potential merits of packing it all up and moving into the Compound. However depressing the building was, it at least offered reliable air conditioning, and the bolts of the doors weren't the type to expand in the rain or creak from too much rust. His door jammed, and frequently, the hut initially chosen because Sawyer was too damn impatient to wait for the Building Crew to give him a new place all his own, and later on, too damn lazy to pack up his stuff to move from one spot to another. But there was something different about the resistance the door put up today. Shoving his shoulder against the wood almost made it... bounce.

Strange.

Briefly considering rounding the hut to climb out the window, Sawyer gave his door one last, lengthy shove, until he felt something skidding against dirt, slipping through the cracked opening, only to stumble, his hands grabbing onto something that felt distinctly familiar. Almost like heavy-duty shrink wrap. The sound of ruffling papers fluttered in the distance, and pages upon pages spilled out over the dirt in any number of brilliant colors, with cars, trucks, and SUVs on each cover.

But, aside from a moment's confusion as to why it looked like every issue of Car and Driver magazine had appeared on his doorstop, what drew Sawyer's attention the most was a heavy pallet of toilet paper blocking entrance to his home. Toilet paper.

Charmin's, looked like.

"The hell?"


[ Yes, that's right. All of Car and Driver magazine has turned up on Sawyer's doorstep. As well as a year's supply of Charmin's best toilet paper. This post is dated January 25th, but will be linked to the main comm in February. ST/LT welcome, no limit on tags, open to all. ]

Comments

[notfaking_it]

She probably should have offered to help.

Truth was, she'd been on her way over anyway, not necessarily to check up on him, Lily would never call it something like that, but to see what he was doing, if maybe he wanted to join her for lunch again. At least, that was what she would say she was doing there, it was what she'd convinced herself she was doing, too. There was no reason to check up on him, but that didn't stop her from doing it sometimes, always under the guise of lunch.

This time, though, she saw the toilet paper first. She saw the door bouncing off it second. The magazines were third and she registered the sound of Sawyer's voice last as she stood in front of his hut, a hand held over her mouth to stop her laughter. Whatever was happening, it was amazing, and a soft laugh escaped anyway as he made his way out of the hut.

[little_moons]

Walking up to his hut, I've just kinda been standing here. Staring. Since before he even started trying to shove his way outside. I guess I should've helped.

Oops.

"What the fuck?"

[missingthekeep]

"Now what in the hell're ye doin'?" Sean asks, crossing his arms and looking distinctly amused as he comes across Sawyer tumbling awkwardly out of his own home. Maybe the answer is obvious, but as far as presents from on high go, this one seems expressly designed for the entertainment of all involved as opposed to that of the recipient.