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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 13, 2008 20:28:38 GMT -5
"A problem? Quite the opposite, actually," Dennis said, matching Charlotte's smirk with one of his own. "It's better than trusting too easily," he added with a scowl, knowing that he was one of those people himself. Pretty bad thing for a cop, but, he rarely had to do anything that had to do with trusting.
"Fine with me," Dennis said, surprised but pleased that someone had actually driven him away from the subject of the island. Sure, there were many things that came into his mind that he could've counter-argued Charlotte, but he decided otherwise. A change of subject was something that looked very pleasant at the time.
"So, Charlotte," Dennis said, grasping for a change of subject immediately. He used the same question that he had asked Leah the previous night, though not nearly as interested in Charlotte's answer. "Do you live in LA?"
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 13, 2008 20:44:19 GMT -5
She chuckled darkly, glancing back up at him with another wry smirk. "You're obviously like that then?" She murmured quietly, more to herself then to Dennis.
"Currently, I actually do live in Los Angeles." Charlotte replied, glad for the change of subject as she moved to lean against the tree again. "I'm still staying at the Roosevelt like most of the other survivors until I find an apartment. I'm not going back to Engalnd for a while - I was actually thinking of teaching at a college... again." She continued with a small shrug. She could teach if she wanted. After all, she had to teach for at least a full year to become a Professor and earn her PhD in Cultural Anthropology.
"What about you? You live somewhere other than Los Angeles?"
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 14, 2008 14:31:39 GMT -5
Dennis said nothing, but merely smiled in a way that indicated that he was all too trustworthy. He simply moved on to what Charlotte said next. "Yeah, I pretty much figured you'd be staying at the Roosevelt. Small world." He added truthfully, "You don't strike me as the teaching type, Charlotte."
"Nope, I was born and raised here," Dennis answered. "I'm just staying at the Roosevelt until I feel like moving back into a real home-which should be soon. I miss my house." That was the truth, what he hated about living on the island was the lack of comforts of a city house.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 14, 2008 14:52:26 GMT -5
She snorted. "It's not really teaching, that I do, really. It's more like I tell them to sit down and shut the hell up, open the books and read until the end of class." Charlotte replied dryly with a bitter laugh. "But, yes, I had to teach to get my PhD - hated it. I still don't understand just how the heck Dan managed to do it for so long...." She trailed off again, shaking her head.
"I believe most of the survivors are still staying at the hotel - a lot of them probably plan staying there. I mean, hell, I don'tw ant to leave it." Charlotte stated, but let out a sigh. "But I suppose it would do me good if I planned to stay here to get an actual house."
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Post by guitarherolost on Aug 17, 2008 17:06:31 GMT -5
"You hated that?" Dennis questioned with genuine shock. "Sounds like an easy job to me. But of course," Dennis added as an afterthought. "You aren't the person who would like to sit around watching students read for pay, are you? No, I guess that would get boring after a while...well, a very short while."
"Yeah, I heard that too," Dennis nodded in reference to Charlotte saying that the survivors were staying at the hotel. "I like staying at the place, but I hate hotel rooms, and that's nothing against the Roosevelt. I need to get back in a house soon too."
"So if you hate teaching," Dennis began slowly. "What do you plan on doing if you're staying here in LA?"
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Aug 17, 2008 20:21:54 GMT -5
"Nope. I'd like to see you try it." She chuckled darkly, folding her arms over her chest again with a shake of the head. "Because I doubt you could handle the idiots."
"And I don't know what I'll do. Probably end up teaching again if I can't do anything else." Charlotte simply shrugged, not knowing what else she could do beside teach - or end up working behind a desk, which wasn't going to happen for a while.
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