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Post by kessel2270 on Mar 16, 2008 10:03:11 GMT -5
Miles smirked when Charlotte mimicked that he was a spirtual healer. He picked up his second slice of toast and took a bite. He dropped it back onto the plate with a light clunk and then went to place the plate on the counter behind him. "Cookies in the morning? I should try that sometime."
Miles shrugged in mid-bite when Charlotte talked about guns. He swallowed before talking. "Touche." Miles finally finished his toast and placed the plate back into the sink. He turned around and glimpsed an annoyed look from Charlotte. "Listen. I don't do dishes. That's not my thing."
Miles immeadiately stopped in front of the sink. Miles had his arms out in frustration. "Ok. Listen. I'm not a ghostbuster. I don't suck them into a stupid rifle that puts them into a vacuum machine." Miles now used one hand to emphasize what he said next. "I talk to them. Big difference." Miles walked over to the counter where he ate his toast and leanded his back against it.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 16, 2008 16:17:09 GMT -5
"Cookies are excellent in the morning." She smirked, taking another bite of one. She held out the pack to him, offerring him one. "At home, I eat them with peanut butter." She added. "That's even better."
Charlotte rolled her eyes at Miles as he set his plate in the sink, folding her arms across her chest. "You should learn to wash dishes. If you ever get married - which I doubt, knowing you - or even if you live by yourself, you have to do your own dishes and I won't be here to do it for you." Charlotte said, rinsing his plate out and drying it before replacing it in the cabinet. "Unless you hire a maid to do it for you."
She smiled, but sighed. "Alright, if you just talk to them, them I suppose I should call you a medium or a pychic." She replied to him, grabbing another Oreo and munching on it. She looked over at Miles, smirking.
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Post by kessel2270 on Mar 16, 2008 18:08:24 GMT -5
Miles raised his eyebrows in a sarcastic fashion about hearing oreos and peanutbutter. "Super." He murmured to himself as he took one oreo from the packags and popped it into his mouth. He chewed and swalloed before talking again.
"I'm not helpless you know. When I am home I do my own dishes." Miles stared intently at Charlotte while saying this. That is, once I get around to doing them. Being a Medium requires a lot of seperate time."
Miles smiled at Charlotte after hearing her last. "You can call me psychic. That works." Miles kept his smile and grabbed another oreo from Charlotte. While munching on it he leaned back against the counter where he ate his toast moments before.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 16, 2008 18:41:43 GMT -5
"It is quite super." Charlotte grinned. Biting her lower lip, she reached into the cabinet above her head and reached around, smirking as she grabbed the can of peanut butter. Unscrewing the lid, she grabbed an Oreo and dipped it in the can before popping it in her mouth. "Try it."
"Can you really? I'll believe you when I see it." She laughed softly. "Considering I really am the only woman left on here beside the survivors, I think everyone else expects me to do it for them. I suffer from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, so it's not really my fault I do it." Charlotte continued.
"Pyschic it is then." She smirked, glancing at him as she adjusted the sleeve of her shirt. "It fits better than 'ghostbuster' at least."
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Post by kessel2270 on Mar 16, 2008 18:55:20 GMT -5
Miles watched as Charlotte searched the pantry for the peanut butter. "Fine. Whatever." Miles reached over to get another oreo and dipped it into the jar of peanut butter. He stared at it for a second and decided to eat it without saying anthing. He chewed it for a couple of seconds. He looked back at Charlotte. "It is good."
Miles listened to what Charlotte said about her being the only woman left on board, besides the Oceanic people. "You sound like its a bad thing that your the only woman on board." Miles was now thirsty. Miles grabbed a glass from the cabinet overhead and turned on the faucet. He let the water run cool for a couple of minutes.
Miles nodded his head as he waited for the water to turn cold. "Psychic sounds good to me." Miles said jokingly as he felt the status of the water. It wasn't cold yet.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 16, 2008 19:08:41 GMT -5
"See? I told you." She grinned, setting the jar between them. She grabbed another Oreo and dipped it in peanut butter, putting the whole thing in her mouth at once. She chewed and swallowed before speaking to Miles again.
"Well, it bloody is a bad thing because everyone expects me to do all the cleaning and stuff because I am a woman. Men's minds work that way." She stated, crossing her arms with a sigh. Blowing her bangs out of her face, she looked over at Miles with a smirk.
Charlotte pulled the discarded newspaper to her with a sigh and flipped it open to page two, where it continued on the front page article. She had read the article in at least ten different languages, but it alwasy intrigued her. Skimming it, she flipped to the next page with a frown.
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Post by kessel2270 on Mar 16, 2008 19:50:31 GMT -5
Miles felt the water again after Charlotte set the peanutbutter jar down onto the counter beween them. The water was cold. Miles filled the glass halfway and shut off the faucet. Miles imedeately noticed little specks of dirt circling inside his glass. Mile raised the glass inches from his face to look inside. "I'll stick with orange juice." Miles said as he poured the glass out.
Miles then walked over to the fridge and opened it again, taking out the container of orange juice. While turning around and popping off the top, Miles looked at Charlotte. "It's not a bad thing. At least it's not a bunch of dudes." Miles's eyebrows raised in an opinionated way as he said this. He walked over to his glass and filled the glass with juice.
Miles filled the cup with juice to the rim and put the top back onto the container. He then placed the jug onto the counter and turned around to see Charlotte pick up the paper and sigh. Miles didn't say or do anything. Instead he took the first sip of his fresh glass of orange juice and kept quiet.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 17, 2008 6:03:55 GMT -5
Charlotte continued to glance through the paper, her eyes scanning the familiar articles she had read in other languages, expect for plain English. It wasn't anything interesting really, more stuff about Oceanic Flight 815 and a bit about a bill the President passed. She sighed and without looking up, grabbing another Oreo, placed it in peanut butter, and put it in her mouth.
"Actually, it is a bunch of 'dudes'. Unless you or any of the other guys on this ship have a big secret that you aren't sharing with anyone." She smirked after swallowing the cookie. She closed the paper and crumpled it up, tossing it like a basketball into the trash can a few feet away. She turned back to Miles.
"You'd think they'd actually have clean water here, considering it's what we're surrounded by." Charlotte muttered, folding her arms across her chest lightly. "It's horrible."
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Post by kessel2270 on Mar 18, 2008 17:42:01 GMT -5
Miles listened to Charlotte deny his fact. "So what are you saying? Charlotte, I was being nice when I said that 'you sound like it's a bad thing.'" Miles waved a crooked finger as he said this as if it mattered. Miles took another sip of orange juice as he peered over the rim of the glass at Charlotte.
Whiles Miles swalloed, he put the glass back down onto the counter and responded. "I am getting really sick of water, sand and islands. When we get back to LA, I am going into the closest Subway and getting myself a 12 inch pastrami sandwhich. With a cold bottle of coca cola." Miles wanted to get off this ship and onto dry land.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 18, 2008 19:59:43 GMT -5
Charlotte rolled her eyes at him, but dusted her fingers free of cookie crumbs and stowed them back away before screwing the lid back onto the peanut butter and replacing that in the cabinet as well. Glancing at Miles, she leaned against the counter, facing him again.
"I'll do you one better. I'm a vegitarian and I'm going to go into the nearest McDonalds and buy a bloody Big Mac, vegitarian or not." She stated, crossing her arms with a smirk. "With a large order of fries and a Mountain Dew." She added. "Then I'm back off to England to continue my anthropology work."
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Post by kessel2270 on Mar 19, 2008 17:27:28 GMT -5
Miles nodded his head in agreement as a smirk came back. "Sounds good. I'm not a fan of McDonald's. Subway is better. Fresher." Miles took another sip of orange juice before draining this second glass. Miles walked back over to the sink and placed his glass inside, turning around he looked back at Charlotte.
"But a Big Mac sounds really good right now." Miles now moved over to the table and took a seat at one of the chairs. He propped an elbow onto the table and placed his mouth next to a closed fist. Miles peered over his fist at Charlotte while she said she will go back to London and continue her anthropology work. Miles said nothing.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 19, 2008 18:38:52 GMT -5
"I think Subway is alright, but McDonalds had better salads. And I'm adding ice cream to the list of food to horde when I get back." Charlotte said, taking the seat opposite him. "I'm starting to make myself crave a Big Mac right now, so I better shut up before I get too hungry for one and go insane." She mumbled, resting her head in her chin as she looked over at Miles.
"What do you miss most about being back on land? I mean, your job, actual land, what?" Charlotte questioned after a moment of looking of each other. She herself missed her job and her friends, and being with actual showers and working appliances.
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