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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 17, 2008 20:57:56 GMT -5
"I - I don't know." She admitted, finally looking back at him as she chewed her lower lip. "All I know is that it moves when we go back."
To be honest, Dan hadn't exactly elaborated on the subject, but she knew the general idea of it all. It was good enough for her to understand why she didn't need to go back - why she shouldn't go back. But still....
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Post by naomi on Jun 17, 2008 22:40:09 GMT -5
"Then let's get back then." Miles said, finding no reason why they shouldn't. "We'll find a way this week. Catch a flight to Fiji and just go back."
He was persistant. It had to be that easy. He wanted to go back. She wanted to go back. Dan was losing his mind. Frank was probably in a ditch somewhere... but it wasn't stopping the two of them for just getting up and going.
"I'm serious Charlotte. Get the bearings from Dan. I'll track down Ben and see if there's an easier way... and we'll just go."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 18, 2008 8:53:43 GMT -5
"I can't get the bearings from Dan, Miles. If I ask, he'll want to know why, and then he'll want to go, and I'm not putting him in that danger." Charlotte stated suddenly, finishing off her water and pushing the glass away for th bartender to take. She didn't want any more.
"And I'm still not entirely sure I'm fully ready to go back Miles."
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Post by naomi on Jun 18, 2008 17:39:42 GMT -5
Miles rolled his eyes. This is what he hated about women. This is why they annoyed him. One minute she wanted to go back and the next she was saying no. She was doing nothing but lying to herself and teasing him.
"Look, I don't need this Charlotte. You're either going to come back with me or you're not. But I would have thought you would go back, no matter what the danger you put Dan in."
He swirled around his drink and gulped it down. He was sick of this. Indecisive women. Charlotte was not a stupid woman (unlike no name) but could surely be annoyingly indecisive when she wanted to be. And really, smart girls like her had no excuse for it.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 18, 2008 21:13:37 GMT -5
"You can wait a few days Miles." She growled, tossing down a couple of bills for her water. "The island isn't going anywhere right now, so take a bloody chill pill before I shove one down your throat." She threatened, looking at him.
She couldn't decide this now. She needed time to think, time to decide which was more important to her - the promise she had made to Dan, or the urge to find out more about the island and her past.
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Post by naomi on Jun 18, 2008 23:59:02 GMT -5
He was growing more and more agitated as she put off making her decision. It wasn't going alone that would bother him. He didn't have a "team" for most of his life, and he'd be much better off without them. But however he assumed she would want to go back. He assumed there was someone out there that wanted the same thing as him. But he was wrong. And Miles hated to be wrong.
He told himself that he didn't care about his "team", but truthfully Charlotte had been the only one he'd spoken to at length since he got back. If that didn't make someone start to care a little, then he didn't know what did. Charlotte was in his territory now, his home... L.A. and Miles was happy enough to have her here but now he needed to go back to the island to finish what they'd started with the one person who seemed to want it more than him.
It's true Miles didn't care when Charlotte got herself taken by the 815-ers, but he cared enough to spend at least some time looking for her. Why Charlotte simply had to come back with him, he was yet to figure out. He'd go alone if he had to, but he had to admit, it would be a little quiet without having the redhead to annoy. Maybe he'd miss her. Maybe somewhere right deep down behind his almost souless personality he actually cared. Miles rubbed the spot where Charlotte slapped him and wished that she would slap him again just to wake him up out of the nonsense he was thinking.
He may not have cared like Daniel did, but it didn't mean that he didn't care at all. He remembered what he said earlier about his "team". They were a little more than strangers now to Miles... and Miles realized he was just as much as a liar as everybody else he knew.
"Yeah, I suppose I can wait a few days" Miles muttered and looked downward, not wanting anyone to look him in the eye when he was beat, "Maybe see if that 815
bimbo still has some gratitude to give us freighter folk." He thought of what he could do to spend the time away while he was stuck here. Going back to no name was a given. A guy would be stupid to give up the easiest sex someone could get. He also needed to track down Cortez junior and see what her problem was. And sell out Sawyer. That could be an added bonus too. Miles ordered up another drink and frowned, hoping Charlotte couldn't see how miserable waiting was making him.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 19, 2008 17:29:59 GMT -5
She watched him, waiting for his reply. He seemed to be thinking, hard, about something, and it made her frown slightly. Something was obviously getting to him, and Charlotte had the eerie feeling it was her. She sighed and crossed her arms again, wincing as her hand touched her other arm. It still hurt, and she was almost sure there were still tiny bits of glass in it. Oh well.
"Thank you Miles." She said with a smile and a slight breath of relief, knowing she wouldn't have to be pressured into making the decision right that second. "I just - I just need time to think, alone, where it's quiet, so I can sort this all out. My mind is a jumbled mess at the moment with so much going on..." She trailed off.
"And by the way, her name is Leandra."
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Post by naomi on Jun 19, 2008 17:40:43 GMT -5
"But as soon as I find Ben, I'm starting the plans in motion." Miles told her. He wasn't going to be thanked that much, it was uncomfortable to have some grateful towards you instead of hating you. An uncomfortable feeling that Miles wanted to get rid of immediately.
"Yeah, Leandra, no name..." He had no excuse not to know her name anymore. That sucked.
He took a big gulp of his drink, "I don't know how you drink this crap" Miles set the glass back on the bar, "I'm going back to beer." He held up his beer bottle that had been left there to get another one.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 19, 2008 20:00:07 GMT -5
"You're aren't going to find Ben that easily or quickly." Charlotte muttered, leaning back in her chair as her fingers tapped on the bar absentmindedly. She rolled her eyes at Miles when he mentioned Leandra again.
"If you don't like it, don't drink it smart one." She mumbled, her lips twitching into a wry smirk.
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Post by naomi on Jun 19, 2008 20:18:56 GMT -5
Miles scowled as Charlotte mentioned how hard it would be finding Ben. He was finding that out pretty fast. He wasn't like Widmore who could always be reached through some corporate telephone line.
Miles had to wait... and it was bugging him.
He washed the taste of the vodka drink out of his mouth with the beer that had just been set down for him. Miles contemplated what to say next. He figured since his outburst earlier to Leandra might have been heard, he'd may as well repair some of the damage and not be such a callous bastard.
He put a hand on Charlotte's arm, "Charlotte." He didn't know quite how to start. He didn't want Dan dead. Not entirely. "If you see Dan, tell him if he still needs that constant thing in one timeline, that..." He cut himself off and took another big swig of his bottle of beer. "Look, he'd be more annoying to me dead than alive right?" He growled and took his hand off of her, staring straight ahead.
That was as close as he was getting to showing that he might actually care a midget of an amount.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 20, 2008 12:03:45 GMT -5
Charlotte blinked at him for a brief moment, slightly surprised that Miles was showing some amount of actually caring, especially about Dan. He normally hated Daniel.
"I'm still not sure what's going on with his constant stuff, but I'll tell him." She said quietly. "And he's still got me I supposed - according to him, I'm in the future with him, on the island ; and I went to Oxford in the past - but, whatever." She said. She was confusing herself now. "But yeah, I'll tell him when I see him."
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Post by naomi on Jun 20, 2008 17:45:28 GMT -5
When she confirmed that Dan was alright and had her, he simply replied, "good then" and went back to his drink. He got up from his seat, walked over to where some other patrons were having a seat at the bar and snatched the bar nuts from right under their noses, taking the bowl with him as he walked back over to Charlotte.
"If he's right. I just don't want anyone saying that I didn't do anything." Miles offered to be Dan's little constant thing, at least he tried. "Like you or Frank."
"So what do you need to figure out before we can go?" He asked pointedly, his eyes darkening as he munched on the nuts and threw them down with the beer he had in front of him.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 20, 2008 18:14:31 GMT -5
"I need to decide if I'm going or not, first of all." She replied dryly, leaning against the bar and tracing invisible patterns on the surface of it again. She sighed.
"And I need to talk to Dan again. You know he'll want to go, and he's teh only one that knows the bearing. And I just need to set other things straight." Charlotte shrugged.
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Post by naomi on Jun 20, 2008 18:24:01 GMT -5
((think there's a pool table in this bar?))
"Like what?" He snapped, "talk to your estranged family? Feel all nice like someone cares about you at all before heading off the island again? Yeah, that's nice" he said condesendingly to her. "Good plan."
His sarcasm was only matched by the knowing smirk he had plastered across his face. It was an idiotic idea. And Dan was just going to try to stop them again.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 20, 2008 18:41:58 GMT -5
((maybe, lol))
Charlotte glared at him, her bleeding hand clenching tightly.
"My family hates me Miles, so I don't know why I would go to them." She said bitterly. "My father thinks I'm dead, my mother considers me dead, and my younger sisters are the pride of the family. It's like I never exsisted in their lives." She said, a bitter and sour tone in her clipped voice. "So don't ever mention them to me, again."
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