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holmes - semi-active moriarty - semi-active gabriel - very active charlie pace - semi-active fourth doctor - hiatus

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                 "Nah, 's'not that alive, bu' it's -- look, jus' come 'n' see!"

            ♬ ╾ ╿╿ ╾ He waits until Desmond is within stage-whisper distance, and then he's off, scrambling over tree roots and tripping more often than not as he plows straight through the undergrowth towards his big discovery, completely ignoring the concept of following a trail. He's rambling, too, as he goes, chatting away almost aimlessly without a care as to whether or not his friend is actually listening.

                                 "Thing is, righ', there's been that bloody ol' French nutter's fort, an' the bloody polar bears, an' then there was the hatch, an' the drug plane, an' the Others, an' the van tha' Hurley an' Sawyer an' Jin an' I fixed up, an' all sorts of stuff tha's all been completely mental, yeah? A - an' basically all this bloody crazy spooky stuff, like your visions an' Hurley's bloody numbers an' Locke no' bein' leg-locked anymore -- heh -- an' -- y'know? Well, this is kinda like tha', but it's sort of weird, too . . ."

>:        The Scotsman slings his rifle over       his shoulder. ❝Be’er be a bloody boar.       aven’t seen one since yes’rday.❞ He       says, headed towards Charlie. He can       see the excitement, as well as hear it       in his friend’s voice, but he’ll wait to       start the jumping around until he’s seen       the thing for himself. ❝Yea? Wha is it?❞

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                       "Oi, Des!                        Come lookit what I found!"

            ♬ ╾ ╿╿ ╾ The musician is beaming from his perch on top of the roots of a tree, waving wildly at the other man and beckoning him over. Not to say that it's been boring on the bloody island, but the number of earth-shattering discoveries they've made since arriving has dropped tremendously. Meaning that Charlie's feeling pretty bloody good about himself, since he's just made what he considers to be another one.

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           ♬ ╾ ╿╿ ╾ 'm about to eat bloody socks if we don't get anymore food.

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TV MEME - [5/5] tv shows

"If we can’t live together, then we’re going to die alone."  - Lost

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{ it's been a thousand years }

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You’re bleeding…

    Good thing I’ve got you, ‘en, mate. Couldn’t see with all this sodding blood in my eyes.

                [ Not very nice of him? Maybe. But it’s a big ‘Captain Obvious’ moment when there’s blood coursing down into his eyes and some daftie decides to tell him ‘you’re bleeding’. ]

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Send me a sentence for my character’s reaction:

I’d rather die.

Did you hear that?

I know what I saw.

That doesn’t make any sense.

Promise me, you’ll never do that again…

Don’t touch me.

We make a good team.

What’s the news?

Do you hear yourself?

Are those wedding bells I detect?

You stole that from me

You’re joking, right?

I can’t see anything.

You’re bleeding…

Are you drunk?

Who do you think you are?

Don’t leave.

How did that happen?

Why won’t you believe me?

I want to help.

I’m not going to make it.

Tell me the truth.

You’re cut off.

You’ll come bail me out, right?

You’re scaring me.

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    Charlie's grin widened impossibly further, his spirits soaring. "Yeah? Brilliant!" It was a bit disheartening, to be honest, finding out that not many of the other survivors recognized the name of his band. But at least he wasn't entirely unknown. That was uplifting, to say the least.

    The musician swung the golf club back and forth, lost in thought. Talking about his music made him wonder about the rest of the band -- did they get back together? Was Liam looking for him? What was going on back home? His smile faded a little as he thought about it, tongue protruding slightly between his teeth.

    Ben's next words snapped him back into the real world and Charlie blinked rapidly, shifting his weight to one foot and refocusing his attention on the other man.

    "Wot, y' needa talk t' Jack or summat?"

"Heard your hit single on the radio," said Ben quirking a smile. "I thought it was quite catchy."

It was cheery and enlivening seeing the blonde-haired rock star smiling before him. He was in a place in time where he felt certain about most things: Fate seemed to be on his side, and he was confident about the general direction of his plans and the fate of his guests of Oceanic Flight 815. But most importantly and above all, his daughter Alex was somewhere on this island, very much alive.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Charlie Pace," continued Ben, his smile expressing genuine pleasure of meeting him. "But I’m afraid I’ve got some business to attend to."

Possibly attracting other survivors, specifically the ones who had the misfortune of knowing him before he.. changed, was the last thing he wanted.

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    Charlie swings the club up over his shoulders and plunks himself down on the grass, a scowl pulling down the corners of his lips. After a moment, he passes the club off to another member of their team and props his chin up in his hands, watching Sayid line up the shot.

        Yeah, he's feeling some aggro about missing the shot. Yeah, he's not being incredibly mature about the bloody game. But hey, it's not like they're getting off this island anytime soon. He'll have plenty of time to repair his dignity. And Charlie's good-natured at heart. His irritation doesn't last long, washed away by the excitement of the competition.

    He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and eagerly craning his neck for a better view of the Arab's shot.

            "Be the ball, Sayid," he calls encouragingly. "You gotta be the ball."

             Sayid runs a hand over his face, keeping quiet as his teammate has a mini-tantrum.

                     ‘It is only a game’ is easy to say, but even he knows how men like to take these things rather seriously. At least it is not football. Sayid can be extremely competitive when it comes to football…

         “I am sure you will do better next time,” he says reassuringly, but knows it probably is not what Charlie wishes to hear right now.

                    Taking a step towards his own golfball in the grass, Sayid lines his club up with the little white circle. He has to get this perfect if they want to tie with the other team.

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Who's your best friend on the island?

    Ah — either Hurley or Desmond, I s’ppose. Y’know what? I’m gonna go with both. They’re both a bloody lot of fun, they’re the least complicated of the whole lot of us, an’ it’s like, with them, I know where I’m goin’, y’know?

        Yeah. Hurley 'n' Des.

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    None'o you breathe a word of this t' Claire.

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How's Claire in bed, Charlie?

    Bloody —

        I’m not gonna say anything.    Tha’ is, I s’ppose she’d be really good — but I never —

                        I didn’t —

            Oh, sod off, you pervert!

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