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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 8, 2008 21:24:09 GMT -5
"Yeah, really, who doesn't?" Dennis said vaguely, not really caring what the answer was, or if he even intended to have it sound like a question. "But the thing is, Charlotte, that when people lie about their secrets, then they're hiding who they really are, but I'm sure you don't do that." The last part sounded a bit bitter, though Dennis didn't really know why.
"So, Charlotte," Dennis said with a quick glance at his watch. Not that he needed to know the time, he wasn't going anywhere. "These priorities that I need know nothing about...did any of them, whether negative, or already accomplished, bring you to the island? Or, to put it in better words, how'd you find yourself on that freighter in the first place?"
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 9, 2008 18:19:27 GMT -5
Charlotte ignored the first time he spoke, her gaze drifting away to where she was staring across the park at the fountain, watching the water fall into the pool below.
However, her head snapped around, looking around Dennis again. "I was paid to go on that Freighter." She stated simply, trying to control her temper again. It wouldn't do any good to flare up again. "I was part of a science team paid to go to the island to study it, and nothing more." She said. It was the truth - but there was a lie buried beneath it. It wasn't the only thing she was doing there on the island, but he didn't need to know that. |
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 10, 2008 12:50:09 GMT -5
Dennis noticed that at first she didn't pay attention to what she said, but he ignored it. "So they offered you money to study an island," Dennis said slowly. "And you just accepted it, no questions asked? And what exactly did a cultural anthropologist such as yourself have to study on that island?" The science team, so he had gathered, were those who first came, like Miles, and Daniel, and herself. It was generally an odd group of people, not that he really knew Daniel that well.
Dennis noticed that he was the only one asking the questions here. He wasn't really complaining, because when Miles started asking questions, he got annoyed. It was probably better off that way.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 10, 2008 13:02:02 GMT -5
"I wasn't stupid enough to ask questions." Charlotte replied dryl, rolling her eyes. "You don't ask questions from Widmore unless you want to die, and I have plans on living the rest of my life, thanks." She continued, frowning at him again. How the hell did he know she was a cultural anthropologist? "I was suppose to study the animals." She mumbled as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"You know, like the freak polar bears you ran into and the giant mist that kills?" She elaborated in case he was so dense he didn't understand. Again, it was another truth-lie. She was there to study animals, but she had more intentions than that. A bitter smirk crossed her face as she kept her gaze away from him.
"Why do you want back to the island so bad anyway?" |
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 10, 2008 20:25:46 GMT -5
"Whoa, that sounds illegal," Dennis commented with amusement. Not that he was going to do anything about it. He wasn't a cop anymore, so he really had no business wondering why Charles Widmore would kill anyone who asked questions. "So what would happen if you refused unless he answered your questions? And why does Widmore want to know about the animals on the island?"
Somtimes it seemed like 98% of the things he said were questions. Just like how 98% of the statistics in the world are made up. Dennis laughed, amused. "I told you, Charlotte, people don't tell me much unless they want me finding more out. So I'm wondering now, what exactly did you find out about our giant misty friend?" That huge black beast was one of the things Dennis was most curious about when it came to the island.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 10, 2008 20:36:17 GMT -5
"I'm not answering anymore of your questions until you answer one of mine Dennis." Charlotte stated in a firm, clipped tone, her accent thickening just for a brief moment. She looked over at him, blinking a few times as she awaited his answer. Unless he had already forgot her question.
"Why in the hell do you want back to that island so bad Dennis?" She asked again, leaning up from the tree as she walked toward him. She stopped a few inches from him, eye level with him as her pale eyes smoldered. "Tell me why. I'm curious." |
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 10, 2008 22:57:19 GMT -5
Damn. Dennis hated when that was used against him. He sighed and rolled his eyes, asking himself why he hadn't seen it coming. He figured that he'd get Charlotte pissed before answering the question with all truth. "Why in the hell shouldn't I want to go back to the island so bad?" Dennis questioned in a tone that clearly asked whether it wasn't obvious enough already.
He thought that what he had said before was enough explanation. I told you, Charlotte, people don't tell me much unless they want me finding more out. He had meant for it to tell her that he wanted to find more out about the island. But of course, no one had told him anything about the island, which was the problem.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 11, 2008 5:52:28 GMT -5
"Because you were stranded on it for almost four months with large polarbears, a man-eating smoke monster, a group of people that tried to blow you up and kill all of you on several occasions, and a crazy French woman." Charlotte stated blunting, staring him down again.
"Need I go on Dennis, or are you going to actuall tell me the truth this time?" |
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 11, 2008 13:34:20 GMT -5
Dennis looked around, searching for some way to stall his answer. He wondered how pissed he could get Charlotte before he actually had to get an answer. "Well, you know, that's a good point. I never thought of that before," Dennis said slowly. "And don't forget the button that was going to end the world. But maybe that doesn't count because it exploded after a bit. Really, everything on that island exploded after a bit."
"Okay, okay, fine," Dennis said with irritation in his voice. He thought about exactly how he could put this. "It's not every day you'd see a giant creature of black smoke that kills people. What is it? That's what I want to find out. But of course," he added suddenly, hoping she'd get the point with this. "That pales in comparison to the fact that the place it lives heals cancer and reverses paralysis."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 11, 2008 15:17:32 GMT -5
Charlotte stared at him for a moment, waiting for his answer. He seemed to be stalling, which made her fume slightly, eyes darkening again with a growl between clenched teeth.
After Dennis spoke, she abruptly let out a bark-like laugh.
"My God Dennis that has to be the most lamest sodding excuse ever." She snorted, rolling her eyes. "To study? That's a lie Dennis, and both you and I know it." She continued in an amused tone, chuckling under her breath again. Even she hadn't gone there to study - but he didn't know that. Sighing, she reached up and ran her fingers through her hair again, a habit she seemed to be developing.
"If you don't want to tell me the truth, then that's fine. I just won't be answering any more of your questions, nor Miles' questions." |
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Post by 4 on Aug 11, 2008 16:05:29 GMT -5
"What?" Dennis questioned. Charlotte thought he was lying. He knew better than to lie to Charlotte, she would have seen right past it. "Not an excuse! And not study. Research. Rose had cancer, and then she just suddenly didn't. Charlotte, how about you pretend to care about someone just once? Cancer has been virtually impossible to cure in most cases. If someone were to figure out exactly what it was about that place that did that to people, then there would be a lot less people with cancer, wouldn't there?"
Research. Study. Dennis was an investigator, he loved to figure out stuff like that. He was more used to crime scenes, but, whatever. Not to mention that there was just something that didn't feel right about being back home, but he didn't need to say that.
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 11, 2008 16:06:48 GMT -5
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"What?" Dennis questioned. Charlotte thought he was lying. He knew better than to lie to Charlotte, she would have seen right past it. "Not an excuse! And not study. Research. Rose had cancer, and then she just suddenly didn't. Charlotte, how about you pretend to care about someone just once? Cancer has been virtually impossible to cure in most cases. If someone were to figure out exactly what it was about that place that did that to people, then there would be a lot less people with cancer, wouldn't there?"
Research. Study. Dennis was an investigator, he loved to figure out stuff like that. He was more used to crime scenes, but, whatever. Not to mention that there was just something that didn't feel right about being back home, but he didn't need to say that.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 11, 2008 16:11:49 GMT -5
"She said she didn't. She could have been lying." Charlotte muttered, glaring at him. She scowled at Dennis for a moment, poking her finger in his chest. "I care about someone Dennis, very much so, probably morer than you think I do or more than you'd understand - Don't say I don't care about anyone but myself, because that right there is a lie." She said in the most controlled tone she could manage.
"And yes, thank you captain obvious - I know cancer is impossible to cure. But you can't exactly ship everyone with cancer off to live on that island, can you now?" She questioned, folding her arms over her chest again. |
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 11, 2008 22:05:51 GMT -5
"You've got serious trust issues, don't you?" Dennis said with amusement rather than irritation. He knew that Rose wasn't a lying type of person, especially about something that serious. And there had definitely been a wheelchair on that plane, for a cripple, and he had heard that John Locke used to be paralyzed. "No, I guess I can't. And I'm no medical expert, so I won't pretend to be. But if someone found out what it was that cured cancer, then maybe they could...I don't know, replicate it. Like I said, I'm no expert."
Dennis smirked when Charlotte mentioned she cared very deeply about someone. So he had managed to learn something about her. "Yeah, I figured you would. Like you said, you have a heart, and feelings, and apparently feelings for someone." He looked at her questioningly, as if challenging her to deny it.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 12, 2008 5:59:56 GMT -5
She smirked slightly. "Yeah, I do, all right? If you have a problem with it - well, just too bad." Charlotte stated, folding her arms across her chest. "And it's impossible to replicate what cures that stuff on that island, because you would be replicating the entire island." Charlotte continued. It wasn't something on the island that cured it. It was the island that cured.
"And I don't see you re-creating an entire Island."
"Exactly, so how about we stop talking about that?" Charlotte offered, more of a statement than a suggestion. Her nails suddenly became interesting as she examined them, not looking at Dennis. |
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