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Post by naomi on Jun 11, 2008 22:21:39 GMT -5
"People look out for themselves. That's the way the world works. I don't know where you think you've been living, but you can be sure Widmore didn't hire you to help you out with your issues... everyone has an agenda." he replied sourly at last and turned his head to her, watching as she brushed her hair away. He turned his face away again at once, for fear he'd have to retract that statement he'd made earlier about her sister.
"I have friends, alright? People that I have a mutual agreement with. That's friendship." Miles thought of his buddies on the force, at the P.D. He had friends. He just didn't expect them to save him.
He was sick of being bitter. He played absently with the curved glass the White Russian was in before realizing what had happened much earlier... that he didn't have something else to occupy his hands and his mind from such sinister things. "Hey, where's my peanuts?"
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 12, 2008 9:05:17 GMT -5
"I do have my own agenda, but I work my friends into it." She said, tapping her nails against the bar again. "And when you have friends to watch your back, it makes life a hell of a lot easier." She added, looking over at him.
"Mutual agreements? That's not friendship. Friendship is when you spend time together and do things with each other that you bond over." She stated. "And no, I didn't get that out of a dictionary." Charlotte continued.
She blinked at him when he mentioned the peanuts. She shifted slightly, using her elbow to shove them more behind her. "I don't know."
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Post by naomi on Jun 12, 2008 13:53:46 GMT -5
Miles snorted when she admitted having her own agenda. The second time at least that she'd been caught out lying to herself. The woman probably had some superiority complex where she didn't have the same flaws as everyone else in the universe. He would wonder what else Charlotte had up her sleeve, what other quirks, if he wasn't so focused on finding his nuts again.
"You don't know?" Miles asked. "They were right here." He seemed intent on finding those peanuts at that moment. He looked around wildly to the jerk that might have taken them from him, without thinking that that jerk might have been right beside him.
His eyes narrowed and he looked at her once all his avenues had been exhausted, grabbed her wrist and moved her back. He saw the corner of the bowl, reached over her and slid it towards himself, sticking his fingers back in to grab a handful of peanuts.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 13, 2008 19:26:02 GMT -5
"Maybe the bartender took them away." She suggested with a straight face, still leaning in her position. She frowned as he moved her out of the way.
She sighed.
"You eat way too many of those things." Charlotte stated, glancing at the bowl of peanuts.
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Post by naomi on Jun 13, 2008 19:36:57 GMT -5
"What? Are you here to give me health tips or something?" He scowled and finished off some more of the peanuts. Sometimes Charlotte was just plain irritating. If she got under his skin any more, he'd grab a screwdriver and force himself to dig under it to get her out... well, he would, if Miles could be bothered even thinking about inflicting pain on himself, which he knew was futile. She knew where the peanuts were all along.... it was just one of the many things she was dishonest about.
"Liar" he muttered to himself. Not just a liar about the peanuts, but about why she wanted to go to the island in the first place and why Widmore had her go with them. She wasn't just a liar about Widmore and nuts, but about Dan and why she could handle his (Miles') company for so long. Charlotte was a liar... and Miles was just itching to expose her.
"How about we play a game?" He asked suddenly. "You tell me something about yourself and I'll call it true or false. If I'm wrong, I drink. If I'm right, you drink."
He indicated for her to be brought another drink. Mostly he just wondered how stupid she would get after drinking more and what she would admit to. He was sure a compulsive liar like herself would probably be a "false" to everything though and he wouldn't even have to drink. It was a win-win situation. Miles smirked at her and gave her a challenging look. "Unless you're afraid of someone finding out anything about you." He smirked again and his hand went impulsively back to his sore nose. The best part about it was, that he would already know if she was lying... he just wanted to catch her out.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 14, 2008 9:54:30 GMT -5
"No, I'm not a doctor. Just if you get sick from eating so much of those, it's not my problem." Charlotte said, shifting in her seat slightly. She narrowed her eyes at Miles as he called her a liar.
"What? And I suppose you're the perfect person who always tells the truth?" Charlotte asked, looking over at him with a glare. Yeah right, she said to herself. Like he's any better than I am.
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Post by naomi on Jun 14, 2008 10:02:22 GMT -5
"I lie when I have to" Miles replied, "but what's the point in lying just to lie?" Only sad, miserable people lied just for the sake of lying. Most of the Oceanic 815ers lied to others on a regular basis, especially regarding what happened on the island. Sad, miserable people like Charlotte Lewis. And because she was already nothing, with nothing to knock down, nothing to destroy, that was the only reason she tolerated his company. Because that's what he was... a destructive force that ruined anyone with anything left in their lives that was worth living for. Charlotte seemed to have nothing of that sort.
He pushed her glass toward her after it was refilled. "So since you always 'tell the truth', let's see. You go first."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 14, 2008 10:10:51 GMT -5
"You lie when you don't have to as well. I've seen you do is, mainly back on the Island." She stated, grabbing her drink.
"What? You want me to tell you some of the lies I've told or something?" She asked, looking at him.
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Post by naomi on Jun 14, 2008 10:16:01 GMT -5
Miles took his hand away from his nose and started to clap obnoxiously. "Wow. You've observed me lying. You want a medal or something?" He said sarcastically, ceasing clapping. "Sometimes lying amuses me. It's not as if I have to do it. It's just fun."
He smiled to himself. It was lots of fun. Plus, the people on the island were so guillible that they deserved it. Frank too. He was just too much fun to mess with.
"What's your excuse?" He asked her, eyebrows raised before taking another sip of his drink.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 14, 2008 10:31:16 GMT -5
"Yeah, so I can use that medal to hit you and make your nose hurt even worse, and maybe make your lip match it." She growled, taking a sip of her drink.
"My excuse to lie...." Charlotte said to herself. "...Because if other people knew some of the things I know, they'd probably be in jail or something. Or it'd freak them out so much they'd go insane."
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Post by naomi on Jun 14, 2008 10:42:27 GMT -5
He ignored her threats, but the temptation kept springing to his mind to tempt her to go through with them. He had some sort of a sick fantasy to be beaten up by attractive women, it was a compulsion. Pleasure and pain. Just the way he liked it...
"Ah," Miles paused, lips twitching. "So if they know some of your little secrets about the island?" He couldn't help from smiling. She was so arrogant to assume that other people didn't know about her parents and the place of her birth. Things like that weren't a secret to people like him.
"I'd know a few things about insanity" Miles commented, almost in a coaxing manner. As he'd explained earlier, he'd been able to hear from ghosts since he was nine, so yeah... he was pretty much the authority figure on insanity.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 14, 2008 10:56:57 GMT -5
Her lips twitched as he spoke of her parents and the island.
"If you're smart Miles, you'll keep you mouth shut about that." She hissed between clenched teeth. It was none of his business about where she was born. It was something she had intended to keep to herself, but with Miles' ghosts, who knows what else Miles knew. She glanced at him with suspicion for a brief moment.
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Post by naomi on Jun 14, 2008 11:03:02 GMT -5
"I'm not saying anything" Miles countered with a mysterious grin, his eyes lighting up. It was more what he wasn't saying than what he was saying anyhow.
"You had a pretty pathetic excuse for lying, by the way" Miles mentioned. "If I kept my mouth shut just because I was afraid of freaking people out I wouldn't talk at all."
He took a drink and motioned to her glass. "So are we playing or what?"
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 14, 2008 11:10:03 GMT -5
"You're thinking about it. I can tell." She stated, looking at him. Ignoring his statement about her excuse, she just shook her head, turning back to her glass. She glanced sideways at him.
"Playing what? I know several drinking games."
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Post by naomi on Jun 14, 2008 18:35:28 GMT -5
"I'll bet you do" he smirked and then bit his lip. "Tell me something... and we'll see if it's true or false. That simple."
She was frustrating to be around. Avoidance was another one of her faults. He narrowed his eyes, and felt his nose. At least he knew it wasn't broken or he wouldn't be still sitting here.
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