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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 9, 2008 22:59:27 GMT -5
Charlotte snorted.
"At least I'm not some Ghostbuster." She stated, crossing her arms. When he finished off her drink, she narrowed her eyes and slapped his arm before ordering another one. She was getting even more pissed. "I have an actual degree."
When Miles mentioned proving his powers, she sighed. She would have believed him, but she didn't want to. His ability to speak with ghosts freaked her out slightly, and it made her slightly wary of what information he could possibly find out from dead people about living people such as herself.
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James "Sawyer" Ford
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 10, 2008 10:06:28 GMT -5
Setting down his bottle, Sawyer watched cautiously as Miles closed his eyes and seemed to go into his own little world. He didn’t believe for a second that this guy could actually do what he claimed, but he didn’t trust him not to pull some trick out of his hat for whatever goal he was working for here. The conman was getting the feeling that this wasn’t just some ‘friendly’ night out for drinks. Everyone had an agenda, and this guy was no different.
“Look, whatever kinda parlour trick you’re...” he started to say, but the words died on his lips and the world seemed to come to a standstill at the name that he was suddenly faced with. Frank Duckett. And it wasn’t just his name, but Miles actually knew about him, what he did for a living. He knew. His eyes opening wide, Sawyer may not be convinced that he was being haunted, but that was the perfect word to describe his expression at that moment. It wasn’t a ghost haunting him, though, but memories of his own actions. Frank Duckett had been an innocent man who had gotten mixed up in something bigger than him. And now he was dead; murdered.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Sawyer finally managed to get out, his anger surpassing all other feeling. “You’d be wise ta keep yer voodoo bullshit to yerself, Sylvia.”
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Post by naomi on Jun 10, 2008 18:59:39 GMT -5
"Says he's waiting for 'it to come back around' or something..." Miles chomped on his peanuts thoughtfully until he burst out into side splitting laughter all of a sudden as if he'd just been told something incredibly amusing.
"You were conned, idiot" he stopped his short bout of laughter and stared wide-eyed at Sawyer. "Some sap actually conned you into doing his dirty work." Miles let out another little chuckle, smiling to himself as if he were taking part in a private joke... a joke shared only between him and the ghost.
The drink that Charlotte had ordered arrived and Miles took it from her, swirling it around and gulping it down without a second thought.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 10, 2008 19:07:29 GMT -5
Charlotte sighed and looked at Miles, listening to what he said for a moment. Sawyer seemed to be slightly weirded out by the fact ath Miles knew the murdered man's name and such. She just rolled her eyes.
Reaching for her drink, she growled when Miles grabbed it. Grabbing his bowl of peanuts, she slid it to her other side to keep it away from him before slapping his arm. She wasn't going to punch him like she wanted to because then she would get kicked out of the bar. Ordering another one, she glared at Miles.
"I swear to God Miles. Touch it and I will punch you, even if it means I get kicked out of this place." She hissed.
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James "Sawyer" Ford
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 10, 2008 19:18:45 GMT -5
While Charlotte restrained her instincts, Sawyer didn’t even think about it or the consequences. Everything he was saying, he shouldn’t have known. Somehow he had gotten information that nobody could know, and not only was he telling anyone within earshot, but he was laughing about it. Laughing at the conman’s sorrow, about the day that had destroyed a part of him that he could never get back. Laughing at his pain like that bastard Cooper had done. Laughing in his face, mocking him.
James Ford’s expression went from haunted to pained to angry, and while Charlotte had Miles attention, while she threatened to punch him, Sawyer skipped the threat and went right for the action. Practically lunging across the redhead he grabbed the wannabe medium’s shirt collar with one fist while his other went straight for his face.
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Post by naomi on Jun 10, 2008 19:24:41 GMT -5
Miles recoiled as the fist went right into his face. His nose spat blood. "Jeeze! What's your freaking problem man?!" Miles yelled, clutching his nose where it bled. It was broken for all Miles knew.
Miles pushed Sawyer off of him and Charlotte's other drink arrived. Miles grabbed it and poured the alcohol over his nose and slumped back down on his chair.
He felt sorry for himself, although he knew he kept asking for it. Miles could never have any friends, never have anything he could hold onto because he wanted to destroy everything he got close to. He needed to bring down others. It wasn't going to stop now.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 10, 2008 19:54:02 GMT -5
Charlotte ducked Sawyer and slid backward off her stool, careful not to get in Sawyer's way. It was about time somebody punched him. As much as she hated to admit it, Miles and his mouth deserved to be punched.
She crossed her arms, rolling her eyes as - for about the third time - her drink was taken from her.
"It's your own fault you know. You should have kept your mouth shut." She stated, still standing.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 10, 2008 20:03:59 GMT -5
Even as he felt the hot blood spill over his knuckles, all Sawyer wanted to do was haul off and punch him again. Getting pushed back, he was going to grab for Miles again when he noticed the bartender making some quick movements, obviously calling in the cavalry. Backing off, he stood for a moment, simply seething.
“Ya best listen ta her. And ya better stay outta my way or tha next time I’ll break more than just yer nose.”
With that Sawyer stormed out of the bar, letting the door slam behind him.
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Post by naomi on Jun 10, 2008 20:10:50 GMT -5
Miles sunk down further, letting his forehead hit the bar in pain. He turned to the side and looked at Charlotte, still clutching his nose which wasn't bleeding anymore, just friggin' hurt. Alcohol from her drink stained his jacket.
"I should have kept my mouth shut?!" He exclaimed in annoyance, "he should have kept his temper!"
He lifted his head and picked up his beer again, grumbling and holding his nose. "Jerk just can't handle being told the truth about himself." Miles said hypocritically, knowing that he'd probably be the same if people could see through him half as well.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 10, 2008 20:18:44 GMT -5
"Yeah Miles, you should have!" Charlotte said and sat back down, glaring at Miles. "You should know by now that he can't keep his temper! You should know that from the Island and Freighter!" She said heatedly.
"And apparently you can't handle your mouth. You get too carried away. That's why people get so pissed at you." She said between gritted teeth. She quickly grabbed the shot of Tequilia she had ordered before Miles could touch it, downing it in one drink before looking over at him. "And I'm being serious."
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Post by naomi on Jun 10, 2008 20:27:56 GMT -5
"Whatever" he growled. She was still downing that booze... tequila this time. That wasn't healthy. Soon he had a feeling she was probably going to be as sick as he felt. He took another drink of beer and cast another glance at her. "All it takes is just a little restraint" he held up his thumb and index finger pinched together, "to ignore a guy like me... and obviously that punk didn't have it."
He put the hand back to his nose, and rubbed it ruefully. The pain wasn't going anywhere. "And as if you can talk about handling your mouth. What was that Regina used to say about you?" He half-asked, but was grasping for it in his own mind, "oh yeah, 'big-mouthed red-head who was going to drive Dan to an early grave." Miles giggled.
"I did like Regina." He commented.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 10, 2008 20:35:29 GMT -5
"Obviously, or else he wouldn't have punched you in the face like I've been wanting to." She stated, shoving her glass away. Knowing if she didn't stop the alcohol now, she would probably not make it back to the hotel in one piece. Though one more drink wouldn't hurt, she thought to herself wryly. I need it.
"I don't even care what she had to say. I hated her." Charlotte muttered. "And I'm not driving him to an early grave. I'm trying to help him." She added, grabbing her newly refilled glass. She wasn't going to attempt to down this one in one gulp this time, or else she'd end up on the floor.
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Post by naomi on Jun 10, 2008 20:44:05 GMT -5
"Hey, I didn't say it" Miles brought his hand away from his face again to put up both hands defensively. "Regina did. Besides, you really think I'd care if you were driving Dan to an early grave? Regina was the one with a thing for him, not me." He looked down the nose of his beer. The liquid was running out again. He indicated silently for a new one, and downed the remains.
Miles didn't mention the other reason why he didn't care about Dan's problems. Dan just irked him in a way no one else did. He could piss off Charlotte. He could piss off Naomi. He could piss off Regina and heck, half the others on the freighter... but Dan... Dan was in his own little world. No matter what Miles said, no matter what Miles knew about Dan, it just couldn't make Dan rise to the occassion and get angry with him.
Miles could be the most annoying miscreant on the planet and he still wouldn't be able to bother Dan.
Miles liked bothering people. Most have been why he found Charlotte's company more refreshing than Dan's. Must be why he tracked down Charlotte instead of finding Dan because instead of Dan wanting to punch him, his idylic attitude made Miles want to lay one on him. Just the thought of Dan made his blood boil now. He shook his head and refilled it with happier thoughts, of a hot-tempered Regina in a catfight with Charlotte over the wimpy little professor.
"Hot..." he mused to himself, regarding his own thoughts with a smile.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 10, 2008 20:58:18 GMT -5
"I don't give a damn who said it." She muttered, nursing her drink. "And even though it was kind of odd for that little freak to commit suicide by leaping over the edge in chains, I'm personally glad she's gone." Charlotte stated in her usual clipped tone.
She stared at the wall behind the bar, silently counting the wooden panels out of bordem. She tugged on a strand of hair, simply thinking of when they had been back on the Freighter, before they came to the Island. Back then, they had hardly liked each other, and usually did all they could to annoy each other without pissing off Naomi, the Captain, or Keamy. NOw they just annoyed each other because they could.
Back then, it had been a simple research mission. Then it had turned into a rescue mission. Neither had gone as planned, but at least they were away from the bloody island and the freakiness of it. Of course, the mysteries still intrigued Charlotte. It was the second reason she wanted to go back, the first being because she still had the want to find where she had been born.
"What's hot?" She questioned, glancing at Miles and jerking out of her thoughts as he spoke.
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Post by naomi on Jun 10, 2008 22:44:49 GMT -5
'Little Freak' Miles tried to smirk through his pained nose yet again. No love lost between those two. He thought about his fantasy. The only thing that would make it hotter was if Naomi joined in on the action. Too bad she wasn't stupid enough to want to get into the Genius' pants too.
"You... hating Regina..." Miles drawled, coming out of his head and replying to her, "it's hot. It's firey. It take a lot of passion to hate someone that much."
His nose still ached. If it was Charlotte that would have done it, that would have been hot. But now he had to do something to numb this horrid pain that came from a stupid Hick who had anger issues, instead of some hot broad. He called the bartender over.
"I'll have what she's having" he told the bartender with a smirk, as a tequila shot was poured out in front of him. Miles downed it in a second and tapped on it for another, downing a second shot in three minutes. He was beginning to feel better already.
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