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Post by Charles Mortensen on Aug 24, 2006 15:13:16 GMT -5
Charles slammed into the headquarters holding a bottle of firewhiskey. He was still stung from his encounter with Isabella, and he silently cursed himself for admitting his feelings for her, even though he had known that her heart belonged to someone else. What was it about her that he just couldn't get over? He didn't understand. He should have moved on by now, knowing it was a lost cause. But he just couldn't. And the only person who'd ever come close to her in his heart, Keira, was off in America with Tiddler. And Charles knew full well how Tiddler felt about Keira. They actually should have already returned by now, and instead here he was, alone, making a fool of himself trying to chase a dream that could never be.
Angry and miserable, he flopped down on the couch and began to drink straight from the bottle.
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Post by Claudia Morley on Sept 15, 2006 23:09:05 GMT -5
Claudia strolled into the headquarters. She was bored, and looking for something interesting to do. She looked around the place, deciding it was tastelessly decorated in a drab, suburban style with mismatched furniture. Probably recovered from a trash bin, much of it. She shook her head. She'd have to hook the Dark Lord up with her personal decorator.
As she moved into the main room, she spotted a blonde-haired man sprawled across the couch, drinking straight from a bottle of firewhiskey. "Oh, honestly," she said scornfully. "Don't you have a shred of dignity? Whomever you're drinking over is most certainly not going to be impressed by the disgusting display you're making of yourself. Have a little pride, man." She walked over and kicked him for added effect.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Sept 15, 2006 23:24:10 GMT -5
"Ow!" Charles grunted, moving his leg out of the way. He peered up at the newcomer through blurred eyes. She was beautiful, he noticed, although he'd had it about up to his eyeballs with beautiful, dangerous women. And there was no doubt that this tiny blonde was dangerous. "Who bloody asked you, anyway?" he grumbled. "Can't a man drink in peace without someone butting in?"
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Post by Claudia Morley on Sept 15, 2006 23:33:28 GMT -5
She shrugged. "Suit yourself. But you know, you're not exactly in the privacy of your own home. Other people are going to see you here, and one of them could very well be the Dark Lord. I hardly suppose you'd like for him to see you making such a pathetic display of yourself, now would you? He might just decide that someone who feels the need to drink himself into oblivion isn't worthy of the honor of continuing to live and serve him. I know if you worked for me, I'd kill you just to put you out of your misery." She sat down in a chair across from him. "So, do you care to talk about it, or would you rather continue wallowing in your misery?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Sept 15, 2006 23:43:54 GMT -5
Charles glared at her. "And why the hell should I talk to you? I don't even know you." He took another long drink from the bottle. "Look, if you don't want me to drink here, I guess I'll go find somewhere else to be." He stood up on wobbly legs and headed for the door, only to lose his balance and hit the floor.
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Post by Claudia Morley on Sept 15, 2006 23:54:24 GMT -5
Claudia rolled her eyes. "Oh, for Merlin's sake," she said. She pointed her wand at Charles and levitated him up and back down onto the couch. Then she walked over and wrenched the bottle out of his hands. "I think you've had quite enough of that today. Why don't you just lie here and sleep it off?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Sept 15, 2006 23:56:27 GMT -5
Charles moaned. "Who the bloody hell are you and why are you acting like my mother?" he snapped, trying to reach for the bottle. He nearly fell off the couch from the sudden movement. "I can bloody well take care of myself and I don't need you to tell me what to do."
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Post by Claudia Morley on Sept 16, 2006 0:00:14 GMT -5
"I'm Claudia Morley," she replied crisply. "And I'm acting like your mother because you are acting like a child." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and walked over to pour out the contents of the bottle into the sink. "Whomever you're drinking over must have done a number on you. Right now, you most certainly cannot take care of yourself. I really have no interest in taking care of you, either, come to think of it. I'm not sure why I am, except that your pitiful display is offensive to my sense of decorum."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Sept 17, 2006 0:24:18 GMT -5
Charles stared at her. "You sound just like her. That's just the kind of thing she would have said, if she'd seen me like this."
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Post by Claudia Morley on Sept 17, 2006 0:26:00 GMT -5
"Well, she would be right. You're making a fool of yourself. No one is worth that." She rolled her eyes. "Why don't you just lie here and sleep it off?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Sept 17, 2006 0:31:33 GMT -5
"I... I will." Charles said. Suddenly he felt like a fool. Why had he let Isabella get to him so completely? Why had he let himself fall apart over her again? Love really was a worthless emotion. It might work for some people, but ultimately, it was a distraction. One he didn't need. "Thanks. I'm Charles, by the way. Charles Mortensen." He looked up at the blonde woman, noting silently how very beautiful she was.
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Post by Claudia Morley on Sept 17, 2006 0:35:54 GMT -5
Claudia rolled her eyes again. "Yeah, whatever. Just sleep and hope the Dark Lord doesn't find you here in a drunken stupor."
She watched as he closed his eyes, then walked over and sat back down on one of the chairs. She was still bored, and she wondered silently to herself what she should do next.
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