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Post by naomi on Jun 8, 2008 19:58:50 GMT -5
"We're not on Widmore's payroll now" Miles told her, clearly in shock about the news about Keamy, he'd always known he was a cold blooded murderer, but to mess with Ben was a stupid idea, even to Miles who was known for acting on stupid impulse every once in a while. "We can throw our loyalties where we want to. Or do you still have some fantasy where he's going to ask us back to the island for the same price?" he asked, tauntingly.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 8, 2008 20:05:46 GMT -5
"We can't just screw everything and go run around like we're free or anything, it that's what you mean." She stated.
"And yeah, I can hope can't I?"
(sorry it's short)
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Post by naomi on Jun 8, 2008 20:09:01 GMT -5
"Yeah... you can hope" he replied, "if you're content with being an idiot." He turned to her. She was living a fools hope and it was better to get new allegiances. "In case you haven't noticed we are free. We're just supposed to go back like nothing every happened." He glanced to his hands, which were clenching lightly. "Widmore used us. I don't know about you Charlotte, but I want to do something about that."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 8, 2008 20:26:34 GMT -5
"I'm not an idiot." She hissed, narrowing her eyes at Miles.
"I know he used us, and I want to murder the old man for it. But we can't just waltz in, rip his head off, and hand it to Ben on a silver platter. Linus wants to have his own revenge on Widmore for killing Alexandra, by hurting his daughter Penelope Widmore." She explained.
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Post by naomi on Jun 8, 2008 22:19:25 GMT -5
Murder the man? Charlotte was more a of a handful than he had thought. Talk like that would freak out Professor Nice Guy more than a book without equations would. Miles was tempted to say something about her attitude but it didn't bother him, he just knew it would bother the Genius.
"Then why don't we just give him Penelope then?" He smirked, not commenting about the idiot remark. He knew exactly what he meant when he said it, that he did indeed consider her an idiot, as far as idiots that put their feelings before their brains went. "Or at least give him something to help him get Penelope. Unless you find the drunken pilot staggering in front of some bar, this is our only option." He shrugged. He was right, but she was just too stubborn to admit it.
"You said you were good at mind games. Lets figure something out." He looked at her, his elbows resting on his knees. Her eyes seemed to flash in a way that sent chills down his spine. Charlotte wasn't one that he wanted to mess with, not like the way he messed with Dan and Frank. "What's the worst that can happen? Ben puts us out of our misery?" Miles had a death wish. He didn't care what happened to him, most of the time he was just biding the time away until death anyhow... nothing wrong with putting a rush on it. Miles reached out and touched the ends of her hair, almost pensively before drawing his hand away, grinning like a cheshire cat who was hiding a very big secret. Yep... He had a death wish alright.
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Post by Daniel Faraday on Jun 9, 2008 12:04:28 GMT -5
"Um...?"
Daniel frowned as he stood, hunched over by the bed as he stared underneath, his eyes slightly wide. "...yeah?"
"Um, hey, guy...should I call someone for you?"
How long had he been out? How long had he been gone? He wasn't even sure where he had went, he didn't remember much of it, but the only thing he realised was that when he saw the orderly, it had been 45 minutes. 45 minutes that he had sat, completely and utterly motionless...and had snapped out of it, saying ' Can't go back'. At least, that's what the orderly had said. However, the orderly looked at if as if he was insane. Maybe he was, maybe he was finally losing his mind...
"Hey...what are you doing?"
"I saw her." Daniel said, moving to get down on his hands and knees, peering under the bed. She wasn't there. Daniel sat up, a confused and worried frown spreading on his face. "I-I did. I saw her--you saw her too, right?"
The orderly, the young kid of only early 20's, looked at Daniel like he had completely and utterly lost his mind. "Um...yeah, sure, dude. I saw her." he paused, and then tilted his head slightly. "Wait, what did I see?"
"Elosie!"
"Right." Another pause, longer this time as the young kid watched Daniel. "Who's Eloise again?"
"She's...she's someone who should be dead." And maybe Eloise was still dead, and Daniel was just going crazy. Or maybe...
Daniel jerked towards his journal, flipping to a blank page as he scribbled down numbers and letters, looking up at the young man. "Um...did I call you? Or something? Are you supposed to be here?"
"You ordered room service. I came up and you were...hey, dude, you look like you're tweaking."
Daniel's brows narrowed slightly at the boy's words. "What? No. Go. Go, go, go away. Take the food with you. I don't want it." Daniel said, shooing the man away with his hand. "Go away." He held his hand out, eye level, and he realised it was shaking.
"Wait!"
The young man jumped, spinning around to look at Daniel. "Hey, um...you're nose is really bleeding, man."
Daniel's eyes widened slightly as he brought a hand up, pressing it against one nostril. He pulled back and saw blood. "Oh no." he whispered worriedly, and stood up quickly, rushing past the orderly and out into the hall. He moved to Charlotte's door, knocking on it with a furious morse code of taps. "C-Charlotte! Char--" he realised she wasn't there, and he seethed out. "Dammit!" he whispered, and then thought of the only other place he had seen her before. Serenity Park.
The park wasn't far from the Roosevelt, and he clutched his journal in his hand as he quickly walked, wiping the blood away from his nose. Soon he entered the park, and saw Charlotte standing by the fountain. With...Miles. Wonderful.
"C-Charlotte, hey! Hey!" Daniel said quickly, moving to take her shoulder. "I-I just--I don't know where or-or-or when, but--but I was there! And we can't go back. We can't--" Daniel peered over Charlotte's shoulder to see the picture of Ben Linus in the fountain. "Oh--oh no, you can't--you don't want to go back, do you? No, Charlotte."
Miles was looking at him as if he had lost his mind, and maybe he had. Maybe he had finally lost his mind.
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Post by naomi on Jun 9, 2008 12:10:43 GMT -5
When the crazed-looking man entered the scene Miles had to stifle a laugh. It was him. The Genius. Daniel Faraday. And Miles was just going to bring up some interesting information about Charlotte's mysterious past. That was going to have to wait until another time. Faraday was a much better target for Miles right now.
"I guess I was wrong about the white picket fence" Miles said, wondering if Charlotte was his nurse now. He laughed to himself at the idea of her running after Dan's every whim.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 9, 2008 12:26:08 GMT -5
Charlotte opened her mouth to speak to Miles when she felt the hand on her shoulder and heard the familiar, stuttering voice. She stood and turned to face Daniel, her smile slipping downward into a frown when she noticed his bleeding nose.
"Calm down Dan." She said, placing her own hand on his shoulder in an attempt to help calm his ramblings. She understood maybe half of what he said because he had been speaking rather quickly. "Now take a deep breath, and tell me what happened." She continued, grabbing a tissue from her purse and handing it to him for his nose. She threw a glare at Miles, willing for him to shut his mouth.
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Post by naomi on Jun 9, 2008 12:30:53 GMT -5
"So what... does he pay you hourly for this or something?" Miles asked, his eyebrows shooting up. "Got you on adult diaper duty as well?"
Miles got up and moved a little further away from them so Dan could take his seat. He needed a seat. He needed a whole lot more than a seat. That was the great thing about Dan, Miles thought to himself, he was always so pathetic that no matter what misery was happening in your own life, you could always feel better about yourself compared to him.
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Post by Daniel Faraday on Jun 9, 2008 12:31:32 GMT -5
Daniel took a deep breath in, feeling his eyes close as he tried to calm his mind at least slightly so he could sound halfway coherant. "I ordered room service." he told her, as if that would fix everything, however, Daniel realised that was far from the entire story. "I-I ordered room service and--and they came...and said my door was wide open, and I wasn't answering them. He said he watched me for 10 minutes before I just...spoke." This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all; the headaches hadn't gone away, and remembered where he put his toothbrush at night had become a challange. He took the tissue gratefully from Charlotte and pressed it against his nose. "I looked at the clock....it had been 45 minutes and I have NO idea what happened in those 45 minutes. There's--there's something wrong. Really...really wrong."
And then, as if realising something, Daniel's brows narrowed slightly, and he looked over at Miles. "Wait, what? What picket fence?"
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Post by naomi on Jun 9, 2008 12:35:31 GMT -5
Miles snorted. There was something wrong all right. He wished he had another helicopter to throw the guy out of, but for now he would just have to listen to the ramblings of a madman.
"You and Charlotte" Miles muttered, but didn't bother finishing that explanation. Dan probably wasn't in the state right now to understand it anyhow.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 9, 2008 12:39:32 GMT -5
"Miles, just shut up." Charlotte hissed, her hand at her temple again. She was getting a headache.
"Okay, so you blacked out or something for about 45 minutes, and you have no idea what happened." She said, repeating it to herself in case it needed to be remembered. The gears in her mind twisted her and turned, trying to think of anything that could have caused Dan to black out like that. She frowned again.
"The picket fence is nothing. Just something Miles came up with." She muttered, glancing sideways at Miles.
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Post by naomi on Jun 9, 2008 12:45:29 GMT -5
"Yeah, inside joke" Miles smirked, wanting to get at Faraday. He put on his best surprised look for them and tugged on his jacket sleeve. "Here's a revelation. Maybe Dan is having blackouts because he's a headcase" He gasped mockingly, "ever thought of that?"
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Post by Daniel Faraday on Jun 9, 2008 12:47:19 GMT -5
Daniel tried to remember anything, any spark or fragment that would make him see what had happened. "There--" he paused, his brows narrowing in rememberance. "There was a boat. Not like the freighter, but...just a boat. Those ones for...um...fishing?" he asked, and then nodded. "There was some of the survivors on it and I was on it...then there was a bright light and...and then nothing." Was it just a figmant of his imagination? Was it a sign? Was it just his brain finally going into meltdown? He wasn't sure. "Desmond...Desmond had these same blackouts."
She hadn't wanted to leave the Island, he remembered. But he had told her she had to, begged with her because no one was staying. She couldn't be on the Island alone. Did she want to go back? "Please tell me you're not thinking of going back?"
Miles spoke, and Daniel's brows narrowed for an entirely different reason. "There's a ghost in my hotel room." he said, annoyed. Maybe Daniel was crazy, but he sure as hell didn't need to have Miles rub it in.
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Post by naomi on Jun 9, 2008 12:52:33 GMT -5
"Didn't think you were the one talking to ghosts. Don't see me honing in on your occupation." Miles commented. He was a bit concerned about Daniel's blackouts after hearing about them. They sounded serious. Perhaps it was even "the sickness" he'd heard about from the whispers on the island. "So what's the problem with going back apart from the fact that your head can't handle it?" Miles asked.
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