|
Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 14, 2008 18:05:48 GMT -5
"'Only Widmore knows' he says. Bloody pain in my ass."
Charlotte muttered the statement under her breath as she stepped out onto the deck of the Kahana, taking in a large breath of sea air. Attempting to slam the door behind her, she nearly tumbled forward over the railing and onto the lower deck as she did it too hard. Rolling her eyes, she sighed. She preferred the openess of the deck and bridge than of the Freighter below where the kitchen and sleeping quarters were. She was positive by the time she left this ship, she'd end up being with a case of clautrophobia.
Stepping over a few coils of ropes, she headed down the stairs onto the lower deck where the helicopter was parked on the pad. Only a few other crewmen were out on the deck, and she didn't spot any of the survivors on the deck. In her opinion, they could have just left them there. They were just there for Benjamin Linus.
"Hey Lewis! Give us a hand with these ropes!" One of the crewman - Jason - called to her. She rolled her eyes.
"No! I'm only here to study the island and bloody polar bears Get someone else to do it!" She shouted back, her accent slightly thicker when she yelled. Running a hand through her red curls, she ducked under the stairs and followed a narrow deck path behind them. After a moment of walking, it opened up onto the deck on the opposite side of the ship. Realizing it was empty, she relaxed.
Going over to the railing, Charlotte leaned over and looked down at the churning waves below. They would be back in Los Angeles soon, and she still hadn't decided on what she was going to do. She thought about working for Widmore if it didn't include going to mysterious islands with murderous smoke monsters and bloody polar bears, no matter how interesting it seemed. She would probably head back to England, or maybe somewhere in Egypt to continue her anthropolgy.
Staring out at the horizon in front of her, she sighed again and slowly began to slip into her own little world. Apparently Daniel had rubbed off on her.
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Faraday on Mar 14, 2008 19:12:50 GMT -5
It wasn't right at all.
The ocean didn't even feel right. Daniel looked down at the churning water, and then up to the sky. He looked over at the other side of the ship, and walked over, fingers clutching the journal tight in his hand. He followed the same motion as before, leaning over the railing slightly to look at the churning water, and then back at the sky once more.
"It's not--" he muttered to himself, and then opened his journal, flipping through the pages as he brought a hand up, chewing on his thumb with a slight frown. He looked back up at the sky, until his head snapped towards the sound of footsteps.
"Charlotte, hey," he said, as if she was the only person he wanted to see at that moment. "Um, I know you're probably out here for the air, or something, bu-but can you just--" he held out a hand, as if saying that he meant no harm and not to snap at him. "Can you just do something for me for a sec?" he asked, and then motioned with his hand. "S-Step over...there." he said, pointing to a few feet behind her.
When she turned to him, he lifted slightly on his tip-toes, as if glancing behind her. "That is beyond weird." he muttered, moving to pull the pen from his ear to write something down. "We should be closer." he muttered to himself surely. "Beyond weird."
|
|
|
Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 14, 2008 19:22:41 GMT -5
Charlotte looked up as a familiar voice called her name. She wasn't surprised to find Daniel out there as well, so when he spoke, she turned to him, raising an eyebrow slightly, wondering exactly what the man was up to this time. As he asked her to stand at a certain point, this made her wonder even more.
"Okay." She muttered. It wouldn't help to help Daniel out, like she normally did when he was doing non-dangerous things. She turned and walked to the spot he had pointed to before turning back around to face him, folding her arms across her chest as she glanced at the journal in his hands.
"Do you want to tell me what this is about? What's weird or whatever?" Charlotte questioned, looking from the journal back up to Daniel's face. "We should be closer to where?"
Even though Daniel usually muttered things to himself, Charlotte couldn't help but be a little curious about what he was talking about. Like when he had spoken of the way the light didn't scatter right back on the island, or that time was much slower than it should have been. "Does it have something to do with the whole time stuff again?"
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Faraday on Mar 14, 2008 20:02:38 GMT -5
"Los Angeles, we should be closer to Los Angeles." Daniel said, shaking his head slightly. "But...but we're not."
He turned from Charlotte, looking back over the rails again. "We, uh...we're not going as fast as we were 30 minutes ago." Daniel said, watching the waves before moving back to look at Charlotte. "But...but the Captain said we're going the same speed."
"A-And look," he said, getting more animated as he pointed to the shadow behind her. "It should be more--" he angled his hand slightly. "But...but it's not." He paused, looking at Charlotte before his journal once again. "It's weird. Very weird. It's like what I saw on the island, except...different." He still wasn't sure how and was wracking his brain to try to figure it out. "It's got to make sense. It has to." he told himself, bringing the hand that held the pen up to his head, resting the side of his palm against his forehead. "I had thought that once we got far enough from the island, this would all--" he waved a hand as he was at a loss for words. "But it hasn't. It's strange."
|
|
|
Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 14, 2008 20:10:13 GMT -5
"Maybe the effects of the island are still working or something." Charlotte suggested. She wasn't as good as theories as Daniel, but you couldn't blame her for trying. "I mean, look at the whole cabin fever stuff." She added, remembering about what it had made Regina do.
She brushed her hair from her face, watching as he wrote somethign else in the journal. Charlotte wouldn't know what he would do if he ever lost it, considering he wrote everything in it. "You saw on the island that the light scattered differently or something like that, what if it's the same reason the ship is going so slow?"
Charlotte stood in the spot for a moment longer, wondering if Daniel was finished observing the results. After that moment, she slowly walked to the railing, peering down into the waves as she had seen him do. She frowned. "We're barely moving at all." She observed. She looked at Daniel. "But I was just with the Captain as he was at the wheel. When I glanced over I'm positive the dial read that we were going a lot faster than we are now."
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Faraday on Mar 14, 2008 20:32:11 GMT -5
"I noticed that 30 minutes ago, but the Captain doesn't seem to want to listen to me."
Daniel knew that not alot of people wanted to listen to him. And frankly, he was fine with it most of the time. However, when he DID have something important to say, it angered him slightly when no one listened. Even when he took the time to explain it in a way that he thought they would understand.
When Charlotte spoke of Regina, Daniel looked back down to the water. From what was said, no one helped her. He looked at Charlotte with a slight frown. "Either he moved the dials...or he's not telling us something. And they diserve to know what's going to happen to them; they're good people."
|
|
|
Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 14, 2008 20:42:45 GMT -5
Charlotte turned around and leaned against the railing, folding her arms across her chest again as she looked over at Daniel. "But why would he move the dials? What's the point in that?" She wondered aloud. "Unles he's trying to confuse someone."
"Of course they'll want to know what's going on, especially that Shepard, that doctor that asks all the questions." Charlotte continued, glancing at the door that led below deck, where Jack and his friends spent most of their time. She turned back around and found herself staring into the water again, watching the waves almost lazily wash by their ship. "At this rate we'll all be dead before we reach L.A." She muttered.
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Faraday on Mar 14, 2008 23:13:28 GMT -5
"What's the point of letting someone walk off to their death with a chains strapped to them?" Daniel said honestly, and he brought a hand up, scratching at an itch on the back of his neck. "The Doctor." Daniel said after a moment. "He asks questions and doesn't even bother to listen." It wasn't that Dan hated the people that had found themselves crash-landed on the island; he felt great pity for them. They had been stuck on an island that they couldn't even begin to understand.
Dan's gaze met the water, and he heard Charlotte say that they'd all be dead before they got to LA. "If we make it even close to LA at all."
He found himself thinking to the mix matched bunch of people that they had gotten from the island. "I wouldn't have wanted to survive on that island if I had been them. I'm surprised they made it as long as they did." The Island gave him intense feelings, ones that made his skin crawl and his mind race more than it usually did, almost making him sick at some points.
|
|
|
Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 15, 2008 9:56:30 GMT -5
Charlotte shrugged about the walking off the deck with chains strapped to them. "He could have at least tried to help Regina." She muttered, resting her chin in her hand. She brushed hair from her face as it fell into her eyes before glancing over at Daniel as he stared at the water. Her attention focused on th ewaves as they slowly came in contact with the side of the ship and sighed.
"I doubt I would have been able to survive that long. I mean, with polar bears, smoke monsters, and Linus on that island, I would go crazy or die of starvation or something." Charlotte mumbled. "Or shoot myself and put me out of my misery."
"But I noticed that pretty much all thier food and the cards we played that memory game and stuff with all had the DHARMA logo. And that same symbol was on the polar bear collar I found in a desert in Africa. It makes me wonder if they broke into one of the stations to survive."
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Faraday on Mar 15, 2008 12:53:01 GMT -5
"Like I said, they're good people."
Daniel truely believed that. They weren't like Linus and the Others, they were merely innocent people thrust into a world that they needed to survive in. And they did it quite well.
Charlotte spoke of the DHARMA logo, and the playing cards and food, and Daniel felt himself shrug. "Maybe." he told her. "If...if all their food had the DHARMA logo on it, I think it's safe to say that they broke in and took it. Resourceful."
Daniel knew that once th ey got back to LA, people were going to be asking about the island. And what would the suvivors say? What could they say?
"I have a feeling...that they're going to be told what to do when they get back to Los Angeles. What to say. What not to say."
|
|
|
Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 15, 2008 13:09:44 GMT -5
Charlotte merely nodded. She knew they were good people, at least, they weren't alike Ben Linus and his 'friends' like the man that had killed Naomi. She just found them annoying at times, but she thought that of everyone.
"I wonder how they even found one of the hatches. Ben definately didn't tell them." She muttered, closing her eyes to avoid staring at the water any longer. Watching water churn for too long made her dizzy. She focused her attention on the deck of the ship instead.
"I think I might have to agree with you on that one, Dan. I mean, they can't exactly tell people they crashed on a mysterious island that miraculously healed a paralized man and cured a woman's cancer." Charlotte said.
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Faraday on Mar 15, 2008 13:19:28 GMT -5
"People are going to wonder."
People at school had wondered by Professor Faraday was suddenly leaving, and Daniel remembered he couldn't tell them. Rumours had spread like wildfire until he had left, and moreso, Daniel was sure, because he had been gone as long as he had. Charlotte spoke of the woman's cancer and the paralized man's legs, and he shook his head. "They're going to wonder...Widmore is going to have some say in what these people say to the public. I fear for them."
Daniel had been told the dangers of telling the public of what he had been on, what his mission had been. He could, for lack of a better word...cease to exisit anymore. And Daniel knew that it was entirely possible for that to happen. "If they are told what we were told..."
|
|
|
Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 15, 2008 13:27:42 GMT -5
"It does make me worry. I mean, if they don't obey what Widmore tells them...." She trailed off, knowing Daniel would get what she was implying. After all, Widmore had them what would happen if they even mentioned where they had been or what they had been doing. She assumed it was because Widmore didn't want attention brought to the island before he found it.
"If they were told what we were told, then they can fear for thier lives if they say anything moderately truthful." Charlotte said. "But they should listen to him. I don't think they understand Widmore's capabilities." She continued, looking over at Daniel.
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Faraday on Mar 19, 2008 2:13:01 GMT -5
Charlotte spoke, and Daniel found himself looking down at the waves. He remembered being flown to Widmore's, told of the plans to find and research the island, and he remembered his heart racing as Charles Widmore told him in plain language, one simple thing;If he spoke about his research, if he spoke about the island or what his findings were, no one would ever see Daniel Faraday again.
Simply thinking of it made his heart race slightly, and Daniel brought a hand up, scratching at his forehead. "I-I think...I think we should tell them." Daniel said honestly. "They--they don't know. If people find out..." If people found out about the Island, about what the crash survivors had seen and experienced...Widmore would make sure that they *did* die on the island.
"We should tell them. T-they could get into real trouble and...and they've been through alot already. Maybe they'll just be...quiet. About it all."
|
|
|
Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 19, 2008 12:52:22 GMT -5
"If people ever found out abot that island, there would be so much hell to pay." She muttered. Charlotte was worried that people might actually hear of the island. If they did, Widmore might blame her, or Daniel, or even Miles. Then there would be no more Charlotte, Dan, or Miles. She shivered slightly at the thought of being dead.
"The problem with telling them is the fact that they might not listen to us. Or won't believe us." She said after a moment. She had talked to all the survivors down there, and some of them seemed to not believe a word she or any of the Freighter people said. All they cared about was going home, and to heck with whoever told them what.
"But it would be their own fault for not listening to us in the first place, so it wouldn't be our problem anymore." Charlotte mumbled, watching several puffs of clouds slowly make their way across the sky. "Unless Widmore decided to come after us because of it."
|
|