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Post by naomi on Jun 6, 2008 5:40:19 GMT -5
Miles Straume was annoyed - but wasn't that always the case? He'd come back to L.A. and it was the same old tired circumstance; living day after day in a place that wasn't much different to the wild of the island but just a heck of a lot more pretencious.
He sat at the fountain and took a picture out of his back pocket. One of Ben Linus. Benjamin. The fat cat who seemingly got away. Miles didn't care about that. He just cared about the quick cash that he was going to miss out on.
He only cared about the time that was wasted at the island if it didn't get him anything out of it. He was still idle. He was still searching for something. Maybe some deeper meaning, but he was sure that it didn't exist. Life was meaningless. That was the plainest truth he knew.
He stared at the picture that he managed to salvage. How did you get to be an elusive man like Ben? Miles had wasted his life away with no attachments, yet Ben had his "daughter" and still remained just as elusive. He started to wonder if it was all a waste of his time pushing everyone away.
He sighed a deep sigh and crumpled up the photo, throwing it carlessly in the fountain behind him. No use in holding on to safekeeps when he was back to the life he used to know.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 6, 2008 11:06:57 GMT -5
"Bloody insufferable little creatons." Charlotte hissed, her arms crossed over her chest with her fingers curled into fists. She wanted to punch something, preferably someone. She needed to get back to the island, and so far, her search for a way there wasn't going well. And because the fact that Charles Widmore refused to return her calls. He had hired her in the first place, and he was the only way she could think of to get back.
I should have never left, She thought to herself, flicking red strands of hair off her shoulder. After fighting with it for a bit, she had managed to get it to hang straight. Being in Los Angeles so long had caused a few changes to her, mainly the one of trying to find a new job. She had decided to stay in the city for a while, but she was still staying at the Roosevelt Hotel.
Sighing, she found herself retracing her steps from a few weeks before, heading into the park. Charlotte needed a break before she went insane. The quiet of the park seemed the only thing that could relieve her nerves of the stress they carried at that moment.
She reached the large fountain moments later, and the benches that surrounded it. Glancing around, she was forced to do a double take when she spotted him. He was ripping up a picture and tossing it in the fountain. She couldn't help but smirk.
"Well, well. Never expected to see the Ghostbuster here in the park. Don't you have some ghosts to chase down or something?" She said, aproaching him.
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Post by naomi on Jun 6, 2008 17:51:27 GMT -5
She startled him to the extent that he almost fell off the bench around the fountain, he put his arm out to steady himself and glanced up at her.
"Who said that's not what I'm doing right now?" he asked her, hoping she didn't reach into the fountain and pull out the picture to open up the conversation to the awkward topic of Ben and the island.
"What about you?" He put forth suddenly, "would have thought you'd be too busy with a new project for a walk in the park."
He almost sneered this at her, a little bitter that he came back with nothing to get back to himself. No job. No attachments. Nothing.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 6, 2008 18:41:47 GMT -5
She snorted as he almost fell.
"Because usually you have that blank stare and are muttering to yourself." Charlotte stated, allowing her arms to fall to her sides as she stood in front of him.
"I'm working on getting a new project to do. But it looks like you're the same since I left you on the Freighter." She said, leaning her head to one side. "Plan on staying in LA or are you going back to.....wherever the hell you came from?"
She glanced at the paper bits floating in the fountain, half debating on grabbing them to see just exactly what picture he had ripped up. Deciding against it for the moment, her pale blue eyes fell back to Miles.
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Post by naomi on Jun 6, 2008 18:49:18 GMT -5
"Hate to break it to you, but L.A. is where the hell I came from." He shuffled over to make space for her to sit but didn't offer it to her, just made an assumption she was going to sit beside him. "Well, when I'm not making house calls" he finshed.
He let silence take them for a moment before he had to ask. "What project?" He was edgy, like a druggie looking for another fix. He needed a project himself. Something to keep him busy but something was telling him he wasn't going to be hearing from Widmore any time soon. And Abaddon... ghosts were easier to track down than Matthew Abaddon. He was like the wind, impossible to catch, rare to see.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 6, 2008 19:58:35 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, I didn't know that. You never actually shared with the class much about your past." She stated, sitting down after her scooted over. She crossed her legs and looked sideways at him.
"Project as in trying to get a job. Maybe here teaching, maybe over at a dig overseas." She muttered. It was the half truth. She was still hoping to contact Widmore in getting back to the island, or maybe even Abbadon. Or maybe Miles knows, She thought after a moment. But I doubt it.
"But if I taught, I would probably end up punching the first student that didn't listen to me."
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Post by naomi on Jun 6, 2008 21:17:34 GMT -5
Miles chuckled at this. He looked down at the ground and didn't return her glaze, as he left this chuckle with a half-smile still plastered to his face.
"Jealous you're not an 815-er?" He finally lifted his eyes. "All that attention."
He thought about the media circus. Might have been why any efforts to get back to the island haven't been attempted yet. He wanted to bring it up, but was tongue-tied. Really, he wanted her to bring it up first. He wanted to dance around the topic to make it look like it was the furtherest thing from his mind.
"I could think of a few ways to use that kind of celebrity" he added thoughtfully.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 6, 2008 22:16:03 GMT -5
Charlotte let out a bark like laugh.
"Yeah right." She snorted. "As if I want reporters and photographers stalking me all over God's creation." She stated. "And I wouldn't have any privacy. One of them would end up with a bloody nose and a broken wrist eventually." She mumbled.
"But what about you? Hm? Jealous that you don't get any attention?"
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Post by naomi on Jun 6, 2008 22:24:06 GMT -5
Miles smirked. She liked to mention how tough she was, but he was pretty sure he could see through the facade. She was mostly talk... he didn't want to test his theory though.
"Yeah, sure" he replied, "as I said... I could think of a few uses for some media attention. None of them the same as what I could see you using it for. It would be helpful though." He shrugged and glanced again to the paper, which still hadn't floated to the bottom of the fountain. He grew short-tempered, wishing he could get a second to put pressure on it so it would just sink already!
He didn't let his eyes linger on it too long, hoping she wouldn't catch on.
Miles smirked again, commenting idly while staying on-topic, "the women might be nice."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 6, 2008 22:34:58 GMT -5
Charlotte looked at him, leaning her head to one side again.
"And what do you think I would use media attention for?" She asked. "And it wouldn't be that helpful. You wouldn't be able to do anything normal for the longest bloody time."
She watched him glance at the paper again, but ignored it. She would grab the paper when he was gone. Hearing his next statement, she rolled her eyes.
"Of course you would think that."
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Post by naomi on Jun 6, 2008 22:38:15 GMT -5
Miles smirked again at her last statement. That's why he said it, for a reaction like that... partly.
"Noble causes of course" he lied, there was sarcasm covering his words. "you'd use the celebrity for whatever noble causes an anthropologist needs to feel better about herself."
He put his hand over the side of the fountain careful not to touch the photo, he made little ripples with his hands, feeling the coolness of the water against his skin.
"So how have you, Faraday and the white picket fence been since we last spoke?" He asked, and remembered their last conversation that revolved around Daniel Faraday.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 7, 2008 10:28:57 GMT -5
"Oh yes. You caught me." She stated, rolling her eyes with a sigh. Now she understood why she never really spent much time around Miles on the freighter or the Island. He made her angry with just about everything he said.
Rubbing her temple, she looked at him with an irratated expression. "I haven't talked to Dan in a bit." She muttered. "And why do you always bring him up in conversation? Obssesive?"
Leaning back on the bench, her gaze focused on a bug crawling across the sidewalk she had just walked on. She let out another sigh, this one of tiredness, not irratance.
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Post by naomi on Jun 7, 2008 17:00:53 GMT -5
"Not really. Just interested." Miles shrugged off her inquiry into him being obsessive.
He watched as she sighed, her eyes looked a little glazed. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked suddenly. Playing this game was no fun if the other person was sick... or maybe just tired.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 7, 2008 17:47:15 GMT -5
Charlotte didn't take her gaze from the bug as she spoke. "Tired and so stressed, I'm having to take sleeping pills now." She said quietly. After a moment, she did look back over at him.
"So, what's up with that paper you ripped up?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she nodded toward the ripped up bits.
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Post by naomi on Jun 7, 2008 18:01:02 GMT -5
Miles ignored her last question. Tired and stressed. He kept thinking. I guess that happens to you when you're as uptight as Charlotte is. He decided small talk was over with. Not like she was really participating in it anyways. "Guess you'd be fine back on the island." He commented.
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