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Post by guitarherolost on Jul 30, 2008 23:15:56 GMT -5
Dennis paced back and forth on the Serenity Park trail. He took out his phone and put it away countless times. But finally, he left it out, and also took out the piece of paper with someone's phone number written on it.
Dennis didn't really know Charlotte all too well. Then again, he didn't know Miles that well either, but they were both focused on the same thing. Getting back to the island and finding out what is up with the cancellations. He learned that earlier at the police station, before Miles ran off to speak to Callis, but he gave him Charlotte's phone number first. He said to giver her a call and tell her that he wanted to go back to the island.
Dennis flipped open the phone and dialed the number. He hoped Charlotte knew who he was, that she had picked up his name some time. He held the phone up to his ear and waited for an answer.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jul 31, 2008 10:26:46 GMT -5
The phone's inconsistant ringing was what pulled Charlotte from her sleep, deep within her blankets back at the Roosevelt Hotel. She groaned and briefly considered throwing the thing against the wall, but instead she grabbed it and unburied herself from the blankets, leaning up on her elbows.
"Hello?" The redhead said tiredly, her voice harsh, but filled with a sleepy tone. She hadn't bothered to glance at the caller ID. Then again, she hardly ever did anymore.
She managed to crawl out of bed as she waited for this person's answer, pulling on her jeans - which was rather hard with one hand - and a t-shirt - even harder to do - before sitting back down on the corner of the bed. She was awake now, and there probably wasn't going to be any going back to sleep for her. She flopped back on the bed, the silver phone still pressed to her ear.
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Post by guitarherolost on Jul 31, 2008 11:38:38 GMT -5
Dennis noticed the grogginess in her voice. It wasn't that early, but he was an early riser and maybe she wasn't. "Hey. My name is Dennis Addison and I'm one of the 815 survivors. I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He added with concern in his voice.
He sort of regretted calling. He glanced at his watch. It was 9:15, and he grimaced when he realized a lot of people would be asleep at this time. "I, uh, I could call back another time if this is bad for you." Maybe that was a good idea. He really had no idea what to say anyway. Miles just told him to see how fast she denies wanting to back there.
Dennis leaned against one of the tall trees in the park. He realized that he should probably tell her why he was calling, so she would really know if it was a bad time or not. He said in an undertone, "Miles told me to call you about...getting back to the island."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jul 31, 2008 11:51:49 GMT -5
"Kinda." She muttered, rolling her eyes when he said he was one of the 815s. So? Why should she care? Besides, she had other things to do now besides babysit a bunch of idiots that got stranded on an island.
"No, it's fine - just, what do you want?" Charlotte asked in a rather harsh demanding tone before stifling another yawn. Sighing, she grabbed her room key and pocketed it, slipping on her shoes and heading out the door. She needed to get breakfast anyway.
However, she froze when he mentioned getting back to the island. Then she resisted the urge to throw her head into the nearest wall, not caring if it woke up the surrounding hotel rooms. She was going to kill Miles. Painfully. "Look, if you want to get back to the island, that's Miles' thing. Not mine."
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Post by guitarherolost on Jul 31, 2008 13:21:34 GMT -5
Dennis could say he was surprised at her attittude. Miles probably pissed her off and she chucked his phone at the wall or something. Sounded kind of fun, actually. "Yeah, well, I'm sorry." He said it like he meant it, because, he did. He just didn't like her attitude at the moment. But he didn't want to get angry at her, like he did with Miles, because usually things never went well when that happens.
"Yeah, I realize that's Miles's thing," Dennis said, still trying to control his temper. It seemed he was much snappier since they all got back. "That's what he told me. But he told me you were taking his calls because you broke his phone. So don't cry to me about it, because it seems to me that it's your fault you have to take his calls anyway. He just told me...to call you about it. And I want to know why he did. Because, if you know of a way to get back there, then I want to hear it."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jul 31, 2008 13:31:23 GMT -5
Charlotte scowled as she pressed the button for the elevator, planning on heading for the small coffee shop around the corner for a doughnut or something to eat for breakfast. She rolled her eyes, trying very hard not to lose her temper.
"That insufferable, bloody, sodding little creature. I swear to God I'm going to kill him." She muttered under her breath, not caring if Dennis heard her at all. "And it's not my problem he broke his phone! He needs to watch what the hell he says to me - I threw him in the ocean and he still had his phone in his hand, so it's his problem, not mine - and I'm nat taking that idiot's calls!" She hissed through clenched teeth, already knowing today wasn't going to be a good day.
"And no, I don't know a way because I don't want to go!"
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Post by guitarherolost on Jul 31, 2008 13:38:40 GMT -5
No matter how bad Dennis's first impression of this woman was, he couldn't help but laugh. "You threw him into the ocean? Man, I would pay to see that!" He grinned. Maybe he and Charlotte could get along. "You might want to do it again, because he must have lied. That's what he told me, honestly." He considered telling her the other part.
"He also told me to see how fast you denied wanting to go," Dennis added. He was kind of curious to see her reaction to that. He would have told her that it was 36 seconds, but she might not like that. "But hey, I'm really sorry for bothering you. He seemed so interested in the cancellations, and then he told me to call you, so I assumed you might have been interested in them too." He was rather relieved no one else was around to hear this, they would most likely think he was crazy.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jul 31, 2008 13:56:19 GMT -5
"I'm going to drown him before you get the chance to see it." She hissed, leaning against the wall of the elevator. God she was going to murder Miles! He needed to learn to leave her the bloody hell alone.
"Of course he did." Charlotte stated in a fake, happy tone. "And no, I'm not interested in the cancellations, ghosts, whatever the hell they are because I've never even heard of them!"
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Post by guitarherolost on Jul 31, 2008 17:30:17 GMT -5
"Not if I drown him first," Dennis muttered. He really wasn't happy with Miles lying to him, but there had to be a reason that he told him all that. "Look, I'm really sorry I disturbed you, and all the stress Miles is causing you, or whatever the hell that man does. But if you don't mind me asking, why would Miles tell me to call you if you have no interest in that place at all?"
Dennis tried to keep his tone as casual and kind as possible. The last thing he needed was Charlotte flipping out at him. But then again, it can't be worse than him flipping out at Charlotte. Then his curiosity got the better of him. "Why'd you toss Miles in the ocean?"
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jul 31, 2008 18:02:09 GMT -5
"Sorry buddy but I've already called all rights to drowning him." Charlotte stated with a sharp laugh - at least there was someone else you wanted to kill Miles. Though she knew Dan would probably kill him if possible too.
"I used to like the place - now I don't. That's the whole story in one sentence." Charlotte said, half lying through her teeth. She did hold interest in the island, but she actually had a life - contrary to popular belief.
"And I tossed his Ghostbusting ass in the ocean because he pissed me off with something the said. I'm going to do it again as soon as I see the sodding moron again."
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 1, 2008 11:36:47 GMT -5
When you're a cop, you learn to tell when someone is lying. Dennis was best at interrogating and finding evidence when he was still a police officer. And in interrogation, you have to learn to tell when someone was lying. Charlotte was good at covering it up, but not good enough. "You sure about that?" Dennis asked suspiciously, but trying to unveil that he was suspicious.
Something about Charlotte still liked the place, whether she knew it or not. Dennis wasn't much longer amused by throwing Miles into the ocean, no matter how fun it may seem. "Hopefully you're by the ocean when you see him next." But this is LA, they'll probably be the ocean.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 1, 2008 14:58:46 GMT -5
Charlotte narrowed her eyes dangerously, half because she was getting pissed and half because she had just stepped out of the hotel, the sunlight nearly blinding her.
"Yeah, I'm sure." She stated slowly, beginning to walk down the sidewalk, dodging a few people.
"Tell you what Dennis," Charlotte said, saying his name in almost a sneering way. "Why don't you meet me somewhere and I clear this out with you face to face - just like I did with Miles." Though it looks like I'll have to do it with Miles again. She added mentally.
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 3, 2008 16:52:21 GMT -5
"Well, Charlotte, if you're sure, then I believe you," Dennis said. That was a lie. A huge lie. Dennis didn't believe her for a minute. "Because it kind of sounds like you aren't. Just saying." Dennis wasn't done yet. He'd get it out of her, whatever it was she was hiding.
Dennis jumped slightly as his phone had just beeped loudly in his ear. He glanced at the screen, which said Low Battery. "You know what, that sounds like a great idea," Dennis said. "Because I'm pretty sure my phone's going to die in 2 minutes anyway. So, you have any preferences?"
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 3, 2008 17:43:29 GMT -5
"I'm not saying any more about it until I see you." Charlotte stated in a firm tone, staring at the sidewalk as she walked. She ran a hand through her hair, getting it out of her face for the moment.
"The park." She continued after he asked her. "I'm just around the corner from it. That good for you?" She questioned. Her tone was still clipped, the sharp, domineering accent slightly thicker because of her anger.
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 3, 2008 19:27:33 GMT -5
"Okay," Dennis said with a shrug. Not a problem. He noted that she didn't deny anything, or reassure him, or even threaten him. He didn't want to pressure her into saying any answers too much, because he didn't want to get thrown in the ocean, or something like that. But he'd get her to talk somehow.
"The park? That is fine with me," Dennis said. "I'm already there, actually. See you, then." He hung up, leaning his head back against a tree and sighing. He had a headache, maybe from lack of food for the past 12 hours. Or maybe from Charlotte.
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