Post by Charlie Pace on Apr 20, 2009 0:24:42 GMT -5
"Okay. Coconuts. Right. Shouldn't be too hard, eh?"
Richard's warnings about staying close to the beach echoed in Charlie's mind, but at the moment, the rockstar was annoyed with the Other. Maybe it wasn't just the fact that he had told him that Claire had been gone, that she wasn't around, maybe it was just the fact that the bloody bastard always seemed to know what was going on. It was like how Desmond said that he was going to die, except a thousand times more annoying and worrisome.
"Well, Richard can walk off a bloody cliff. Stupid bloody Island...man." Charlie said to himself. He wasn't going to die. Not again. Not even if Mr. Creepy-Island-Man said it was to happen. Coming to the base of the tree, Charlie lifted his head up, looking to see the coconuts at the top of the very tall coconut tree. "Bloody hell." Charlie muttered. "Why can't the bloody Turnip eat solids already. There's perfectly good food on the beach."
Bending down, Charlie picked up a rock and hurled it up towards the coconuts. It sailed past the round objects and got lost in the tree. "Bollocks!" he muttered and picked up another rock. He sent it hurling up towards the coconuts, and smiled as it hit one square in the center. He watched as it came falling, stepping out of the way quickly to avoid it hitting him. What he didn't realise is that the others were hanging by a mere thread, and a gentle gust of wind sent dozens of them falling. Dropping to his knees, Charlie brought his hands over his head to stop the onslaught of coconuts. He yelled out to no one as he stood, huddled down, afraid more would fall down.
"GAH!" Another one fell, hitting him on the head. "OI! STOP!"
Richard's warnings about staying close to the beach echoed in Charlie's mind, but at the moment, the rockstar was annoyed with the Other. Maybe it wasn't just the fact that he had told him that Claire had been gone, that she wasn't around, maybe it was just the fact that the bloody bastard always seemed to know what was going on. It was like how Desmond said that he was going to die, except a thousand times more annoying and worrisome.
"Well, Richard can walk off a bloody cliff. Stupid bloody Island...man." Charlie said to himself. He wasn't going to die. Not again. Not even if Mr. Creepy-Island-Man said it was to happen. Coming to the base of the tree, Charlie lifted his head up, looking to see the coconuts at the top of the very tall coconut tree. "Bloody hell." Charlie muttered. "Why can't the bloody Turnip eat solids already. There's perfectly good food on the beach."
Bending down, Charlie picked up a rock and hurled it up towards the coconuts. It sailed past the round objects and got lost in the tree. "Bollocks!" he muttered and picked up another rock. He sent it hurling up towards the coconuts, and smiled as it hit one square in the center. He watched as it came falling, stepping out of the way quickly to avoid it hitting him. What he didn't realise is that the others were hanging by a mere thread, and a gentle gust of wind sent dozens of them falling. Dropping to his knees, Charlie brought his hands over his head to stop the onslaught of coconuts. He yelled out to no one as he stood, huddled down, afraid more would fall down.
"GAH!" Another one fell, hitting him on the head. "OI! STOP!"
