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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 3, 2008 20:04:50 GMT -5
Charlotte took less than five minutes to reach the park, another five walking along the path to Dennis. She knew what he looked like - she had spent several weeks on a Freighter with most of the survivors, so she really had no choice or anything better to do than to memorize names with faces.
She approached him, her arms folded across her chest with cellphone still in hand. He was leaning against the tree, so she stood no more than a foot away, her eyes narrowed dangerously in his direction. She was just far enough away that if she wanted or needed she could smack, kick, or punch any part of his body.
Whichever she got to first.
If he pissed her off really bad this morning, she'd do all three.
"I'm going to say this one time, and one time only." She began, her tone low. "That bloody island isn't my number one prority right now, and I doubt you would even understand my upmost prority, so don't even ask. I don't care about the island - I did once, now not so much. So don't ask me how in the hell to get back there. You want to get back there so bad, drag Miles to London with you and get help from a man by the name of Charles Widmore. If you don't piss him off and get your head blown off your shoulders by him, then you should be set."
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 3, 2008 22:36:28 GMT -5
When you're interrogating someone, but you don't want them to get suspicious, you start inconspicuously. At the small questions that could lead to bigger ones. And if Charlotte caught on to Dennis, then she'd get mad, and probably smash his head across the tree, or something. He was just thinking about how exactly to do that when Charlotte showed up.
Dennis was out of practice. He hadn't interrogated anyone for over 90 days, probably more like 100 something. He smiled in her direction, to get the right impression, but he knew he was way past that. He was about to say hey when she started on a huge lecture that Dennis didn't pay attention to much.
"Chill, sweetheart, I wasn't going to ask," Dennis said casually. "But I think I will now. Just curious, if it's not your number one priority, then what number is it? Because it sounds to me that it is a priority, just not the top of the list." He was assuming things again, and it got Miles pretty miffed when he did that, so he hoped it wasn't the same with Charlotte. "And I'm not going to London. Not that desperate."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 3, 2008 22:49:48 GMT -5
Her eyes became nothing more than slits as she considered grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the tree.
"What did you just call me?" She hissed, her voice dangerously low. She was getting pissed. "It's none of your business what the hell number it is, only the fact that it isn't number one." She continued in teh same, rather dark tone.
She placed her hand on his chest, pushing him back against the tree, her fist clenching around her shirt.
"And don't. Call. Me. Sweetheart."
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 3, 2008 22:58:03 GMT -5
Dennis laughed lightly. For some reason, he had a tendency to do that when someone turned violent. Once, someone hit him in the face-painfully-and he couldn't stop laughing for 2 minutes straight. And then he arrested the guy.
"Alright, sorry, no need to flip out, or whatever," Dennis said quietly, still a broad smile across his face. He gently grabbed her wrist and pushed them off of himself. "It would help, if you mind, if you'd give me how many priorities you have. I can guess, if you like. Got nothing better to do. How about you?"
Dennis was officially cheered up. Maybe it meant that day was going to be a good one, or it could start out good, and then shatter and break into the worst day of his life. He knew days like that. But he would enjoy the happiness while he had it.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 3, 2008 23:03:30 GMT -5
She took a step back.
"I have several priorities, but you'll never guess any of them, if that's what you're talking about. And getting to the island is at the very bottom of them now." She continued. "In the negatives, actually. I have more things at the top of my list."
It was the truth, for once. Charlotte had plenty of things on her minds and plenty of priorities to worry about. The top five were what concerned her most, and none of those included the bloody island.
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 3, 2008 23:10:35 GMT -5
Dennis sighed. "I was actually going to guess what number it was. But too late. And let me guess here, if I may. You aren't taking care of your 'top priorities' because you don't know how." He smirked slightly, knowing that was what usually caught people up. "I didn't even know you could have negative priorities." He stopped and considered how that was possible.
Dennis shook his head warily. There was always something to stop and consider. That's his big issue. His number one priority. Stop thinking too hard about things. He was so naturally curious, like a cat, it would be the death of him someday. At least he would die doing what he liked best.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 3, 2008 23:23:42 GMT -5
"I know perfectly well how to take care of them." She stated, her tone coming lighter, ever so slightly. Well, she knew how to take care of the first one and the second, but not so much the third. The fourth one was a bit more of a problem and the fifth was rather close to the first.
"But again, it's honestly none of your business." She continued. "And yes, you can have negatives priorities because I have them." Charlotte muttered darkly.
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 3, 2008 23:32:49 GMT -5
"Then why aren't you?" Dennis asked. That was another problem. He always asked questions. Well, it was sort of part of the first one, about being 'naturally curious', but really, he had question-asking issues. "Right. Not my business. But a lot of things aren't really anybody's business, yet they find their way into it anyway, am I right?" Not that he really cared. He didn't really relate to what he was saying at all, but perhaps Charlotte did, and that would get the two on better terms.
Dennis couldn't help but roll his eyes, not caring if Charlotte noticed or not. She acted somewhat as if she was queen of the world, the way she talked. "So, just let me think out loud for a minute here. Priorities are like, something that needs to be accomplished. And that would make negative priorities things that don't need to be accomplished? So something about the island is not...that really doesn't make sense, but, if you say so, then I guess it has to."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 3, 2008 23:45:14 GMT -5
"Who says I'm not? I've gotten part of number one already done. Though I'll let you in on a secret - my second one has to do with the murder of Miles."
"And yeah, that's pretty much what it means too. That I have no intentions of going to the island right now. Other things are important to me right now." Charlotte continued. there were things she had that were important to her right now.
"Contrary to popular believe Dennis, I actually do have a heart and feelings, so I'm not just a cold-hearted bitch with no life. I have more important things to care about than some Island that none of us will see again."
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 4, 2008 19:07:58 GMT -5
"Good for you," Dennis said casually. "But always finish what you started, Charlotte. I know, you are, but just to let you know, it's a lot easier to finish something than start it." Once you have started something, it gets you more determined to finish it. Usually. He didn't comment on the murder of Miles part, because he really didn't want to know. That would just spark his curiosity, which was a dangerous thing to do.
"You know, that's great," Dennis said, half sarcastic, half not. "At least you know what's most important to you. Sucks when you're stuck in between." Dennis was never much of an optimist, but he sure was acting like one.
"I know you have a heart and feelings," Dennis replied. "And I know you're not a coldhearted bitch. I don't know you," he began, giving her an inquisitive look. "But I'm pretty sure you aren't all you seem. I'm not saying this as if it relates to you, but sometimes people act in a certain way to hide who they really are. You know any of those people?"
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 4, 2008 19:25:04 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know. I don't need advice from you about it though." She growled, folding her arms across her chest as she shook hair from her face. She shifted her weight to her other foot for a moment, looking at him. She was trying to calm herself down - getting angry at this idiot wouldn't do any good.
"I know plenty of people that way." Charlotte stated, her gaze flickering back to him after she had been staring at the ground. The antenna of her phone was digging into her hand, so she quickly pocketed it, realizing she had still been holding it. She looked back to Dennis. "More than you think I do, probably."
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 4, 2008 19:33:56 GMT -5
"Of course you don't," Dennis muttered, just loud enough so she could hear it. He wasn't expecting much more, in fact, he was probably expecting less. He thought that maybe she hadn't finished whatever her priority was because she didn't know how-which is another problem that people come across a lot. "Charlotte, people don't tell me much. So here's some advice you don't need-don't tell me anything you don't want me finding too much about."
"I'm not surprised," Dennis said quietly. "There are a lot of people that way. I'd say the majority of the people in the world are that way. There are a small number who haven't ever covered up for themselves in this world. You're not one of them, are you, Charlotte?" He had a feeling there was a lot more to her than what she was letting on.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 4, 2008 19:57:34 GMT -5
"I really don't care what you find out about." Charlotte stated, then smirked slightly. "But you'll never find anything. I can assure you that much Dennis." She continued, her voice dark again.
She scoffed.
"Of course I'm not one of them." She scowled, lying through her teeth. "And I'm surprised you even asked." She continued, staring at him with pale blue eyes. What did this guy really want?
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 6, 2008 23:01:19 GMT -5
"Well, thanks for the promise," Dennis said carelessly. The subject was becoming much less interesting to him by the minute. "But this is one thing that really doesn't interest me at all, so I won't be wasting my time trying to find out anything." He was more interested in the island anyway, and since she claimed she wanted nothing to do with it, it didn't matter to him.
"Oh, you aren't, of course," Dennis said with a slight nod. He didn't really believe it, positive that Charlotte really wasn't who she was making out to be. "Well, Charlotte, since you are one of the only people who don't hide any part of who they are, that makes you very unique. And don't let anyone convince you otherwise."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 7, 2008 15:38:06 GMT -5
Charlotte rolled her eyes with another scowl, then a smirk crossed her face as Dennis spoke.
"Now, I didn't say I told everyone everything. I do hide a bit, then again, everyone does." She replied, moving around him to lean up against the tree, arms folded over her chest lightly as she watched him with an intense gaze. After a moment, a sigh escaped her lips. This was boring her now - all he wanted to know about was the island. He knew now, so why didn't he leave.
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