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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Feb 22, 2010 0:09:26 GMT -5
Sawyer wasn't one for classes. He avoided them more often than not-going just enough to keep him out of too much trouble. There was something to be said for getting into trouble here. The place was just crawling with creeps, looking to sir up a little discipline. Still, charm was always an effective tool. This was more like his initiation of the island anyways. Any time he went somewhere new he always needed to push the limits, just to find out how much he could get away with. After that he would see what needed to be done in terms of keeping things interesting. So far, so good. The place had a new-agey feel to it. One that meant the teachers were more focused on problem solving than punishment. Sawyer wasn't too keen to go sharing his feelings, but it sure beat some stuff.
Keeping a careful eye out, Sawyer scanned the grounds to find a nice out of the way spot. He knew of a certain group of bunnies that he wanted to check up on, not that he would really say that out loud. There was also a certain freckly brunette he was keeping an eye out for. He knew he wasn't the only one who had a thing for trouble. Hell, since he had been here, most of the trouble had found him and not the other way around. For all the mystery about this place, there wasn't a whole lot to really get up to. He would have to think of something soon though, or he wouldn't be able to stick around long. Sawyer liked to be in control of the situations he got himself into and here, he was lacking.
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