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Lost - Diamonds on the Inside
I avoid Lost spoilers like the plague. Hell, I get pissed when people don't cut-tag images for future episodes, but I got spoiled today for something that JJ is pulling tonight and dude
LOST/ALIAS CROSSOVER: No, Sydney isn't gonna get into a tussle with Locke. But on tonight's Alias, listen closely during scenes set at Weiss's birthday party: In the background, you'll hear the song "You All Everybody" — that's right, the hit by Driveshaft, the rock band that drove Lost boy Charley to drugs! That J.J. Abrams — what will he think of next?!
Lost
Diamonds on the Inside
1.
Sawyer’s mama was born in Baton Rouge, an ex-beauty queen whose family name went back so many generations people couldn’t remember when they weren’t there. She always smelled like oleander and clove cigarettes. His daddy was from the proverbial wrong side of the tracks and always smelled like motor oil and whiskey; he tried to do good. It didn't quite work out.
Sawyer gets that from him.
2.
Sawyer’s parents married when his mama was still her teens, and he was born three days after her nineteenth birthday. Sawyer knows this 'cause his mama told him; he knows this 'cause his mama loved him. She told him so all the time, mostly after his dad had screamed about the state of dinner or the way she didn’t know how to clean dishes properly.
Here was his dad, out in the world and slaving away, trying to do right for her and ‘that boy’ and she couldn’t even keep the dishes clean. The fancy dishes he’d slaved to buy her.
It didn’t matter that she hadn’t even known how to wash dishes when they got married.
It didn’t matter that he’d promised to take care of her and look after her.
The promises his daddy made didn’t count.
3.
Sawyer’s mama used to listen to French records after she fought with his daddy. Maybe ‘fight’ wasn’t the right word though -- got beat up, smacked around, slapped down, told her place. Those are more fitting, but Sawyer likes the sound of ‘fighting’ cause it makes his mama sound like she had a chance. A fighting chance. At any rate, Sawyer knows the greats -- Edith Piaf, Charles Aznavour, Maurice Chevalier, Serge Gainsbourg. His mama said the music reminded her of growing up in Louisiana, with the hot summers and crickets, the hazy heat and fuzzy lemonade her nursemaid used to prepare.
4.
Sawyer can’t listen to anything French without being sick to his stomach, but sometimes, sometimes he finds himself murmuring little tunes. He doesn’t think he knows what they mean. His mama never taught him to speak the language, and he can’t translate the distress cry of the woman on the island, but she sounds like his mama when she would cry out for help. If anybody notices his flicker of discomfort –- well, that’s not even possible, because nobody knows him and nobody cares.
5.
He compensates for his insecurities well -- perhaps too well, but his daddy never thought he could do anything right anyway, so Sawyer doesn’t dwell. A sharp grin there, an inappropriate remark there, it’s easy to redirect the attention of people who are preoccupied anyway. It’s easy to let people see what they want to see. The Doc does. Sticks does.
But Abdul doesn’t.
And neither does Freckles.
He won’t even think about the Fat Man.
6.
Sawyer’s mama had curly hair: long, dark, curly hair, but Sawyer’s always just had straight dark hair like his daddy. He started dying it blonde when he was fourteen.
Freckles has hair like his mama.
So does Sayid.
7.
Sawyer doesn’t sit around thinking up names to call Sayid; they just sort of come to him in the heat of the insult: Aladdin, Mustafa, Sahib, Ali, Abdul, Omar. He’s a smart man; he can keep them going for a while. He could go forever and never run out of put-downs and insults and derogatory things to call people, but the people he works the hardest to push away seem to keep on coming back.
Every time Sawyer finds the Pillsbury Doughboy in his tent, he can’t help but frown and tell him to get lost, but Orca just shakes him off.
And sometimes he laughs.
Sawyer doesn’t know what he’s laughing at, but sometimes he laughs himself.
8.
Sawyer is not a good man; at least he works very hard to perpetrate this myth, but every now and then he gets caught doing something good and it makes him burn on the inside. It’s like heartburn or acid reflux or something that just doesn’t agree with him at all.
His mama wanted him to be a good man -– but then she met Mr Sawyer, and her baby boy just hasn’t been right ever since.
9.
He thinks he’s been dead since the day his mama died. The sunburned skeleton walking around wearing his mama’s sunglasses and getting sand in the wrong places is just a shell of a man who he’ll never be.
10.
Everybody's the same. Everybody bleeds red. Everybody cries salt. Everybody sweats and laughs and feels pain. Sawyer knows this, but it's not something he tries to think too hard about, because it's hard to be tough when he thinks about how his mom looked when his daddy shot her, and it’s hard to run an efficient scam when his conscience keeps trying to get in the way. So he does what he can to suppress his good tendencies, and he hopes that nobody will look too close at what he does.
It’s hard to be a bad man when something in side him keeps trying to break free and make him better than his past.
-end-
Improv: oleander, blue, slick, cigarette, fuzz
Title taken from the Ben Harper song which was provided many moons ago by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aralinde.
LOST/ALIAS CROSSOVER: No, Sydney isn't gonna get into a tussle with Locke. But on tonight's Alias, listen closely during scenes set at Weiss's birthday party: In the background, you'll hear the song "You All Everybody" — that's right, the hit by Driveshaft, the rock band that drove Lost boy Charley to drugs! That J.J. Abrams — what will he think of next?!
Lost
Diamonds on the Inside
1.
Sawyer’s mama was born in Baton Rouge, an ex-beauty queen whose family name went back so many generations people couldn’t remember when they weren’t there. She always smelled like oleander and clove cigarettes. His daddy was from the proverbial wrong side of the tracks and always smelled like motor oil and whiskey; he tried to do good. It didn't quite work out.
Sawyer gets that from him.
2.
Sawyer’s parents married when his mama was still her teens, and he was born three days after her nineteenth birthday. Sawyer knows this 'cause his mama told him; he knows this 'cause his mama loved him. She told him so all the time, mostly after his dad had screamed about the state of dinner or the way she didn’t know how to clean dishes properly.
Here was his dad, out in the world and slaving away, trying to do right for her and ‘that boy’ and she couldn’t even keep the dishes clean. The fancy dishes he’d slaved to buy her.
It didn’t matter that she hadn’t even known how to wash dishes when they got married.
It didn’t matter that he’d promised to take care of her and look after her.
The promises his daddy made didn’t count.
3.
Sawyer’s mama used to listen to French records after she fought with his daddy. Maybe ‘fight’ wasn’t the right word though -- got beat up, smacked around, slapped down, told her place. Those are more fitting, but Sawyer likes the sound of ‘fighting’ cause it makes his mama sound like she had a chance. A fighting chance. At any rate, Sawyer knows the greats -- Edith Piaf, Charles Aznavour, Maurice Chevalier, Serge Gainsbourg. His mama said the music reminded her of growing up in Louisiana, with the hot summers and crickets, the hazy heat and fuzzy lemonade her nursemaid used to prepare.
4.
Sawyer can’t listen to anything French without being sick to his stomach, but sometimes, sometimes he finds himself murmuring little tunes. He doesn’t think he knows what they mean. His mama never taught him to speak the language, and he can’t translate the distress cry of the woman on the island, but she sounds like his mama when she would cry out for help. If anybody notices his flicker of discomfort –- well, that’s not even possible, because nobody knows him and nobody cares.
5.
He compensates for his insecurities well -- perhaps too well, but his daddy never thought he could do anything right anyway, so Sawyer doesn’t dwell. A sharp grin there, an inappropriate remark there, it’s easy to redirect the attention of people who are preoccupied anyway. It’s easy to let people see what they want to see. The Doc does. Sticks does.
But Abdul doesn’t.
And neither does Freckles.
He won’t even think about the Fat Man.
6.
Sawyer’s mama had curly hair: long, dark, curly hair, but Sawyer’s always just had straight dark hair like his daddy. He started dying it blonde when he was fourteen.
Freckles has hair like his mama.
So does Sayid.
7.
Sawyer doesn’t sit around thinking up names to call Sayid; they just sort of come to him in the heat of the insult: Aladdin, Mustafa, Sahib, Ali, Abdul, Omar. He’s a smart man; he can keep them going for a while. He could go forever and never run out of put-downs and insults and derogatory things to call people, but the people he works the hardest to push away seem to keep on coming back.
Every time Sawyer finds the Pillsbury Doughboy in his tent, he can’t help but frown and tell him to get lost, but Orca just shakes him off.
And sometimes he laughs.
Sawyer doesn’t know what he’s laughing at, but sometimes he laughs himself.
8.
Sawyer is not a good man; at least he works very hard to perpetrate this myth, but every now and then he gets caught doing something good and it makes him burn on the inside. It’s like heartburn or acid reflux or something that just doesn’t agree with him at all.
His mama wanted him to be a good man -– but then she met Mr Sawyer, and her baby boy just hasn’t been right ever since.
9.
He thinks he’s been dead since the day his mama died. The sunburned skeleton walking around wearing his mama’s sunglasses and getting sand in the wrong places is just a shell of a man who he’ll never be.
10.
Everybody's the same. Everybody bleeds red. Everybody cries salt. Everybody sweats and laughs and feels pain. Sawyer knows this, but it's not something he tries to think too hard about, because it's hard to be tough when he thinks about how his mom looked when his daddy shot her, and it’s hard to run an efficient scam when his conscience keeps trying to get in the way. So he does what he can to suppress his good tendencies, and he hopes that nobody will look too close at what he does.
It’s hard to be a bad man when something in side him keeps trying to break free and make him better than his past.
-end-
Improv: oleander, blue, slick, cigarette, fuzz
Title taken from the Ben Harper song which was provided many moons ago by
aralinde.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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