http://ultimaverum.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ultimaverum.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2011-09-05 03:24 pm

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[So… once Charlie realized what was happening, really let it sink in that his head was being suddenly made public, he started camping out in the hallways. Propped up just beside his door, for the most part motionless except every now and then when he’s had to warn the more curious folks away. But a few days of this whole… not sleeping to keep an eye on his door thing has finally taken its toll and he’s… napping. Lightly, mind you, but for the moment he isn’t paying attention at all]

[And should you take advantage of this, the door opens on a hotel lobby. One of those ridiculously posh ones with the gilded everything and the deep, red carpets and wood floors. There’s a single door off to one side, and at the front desk is… Charlie actually, arms folded in front of him, wearing an odd hollow smile as he watches you. There’s something… false in the sound of his voice, like it isn’t really him speaking: ]


Evening.

[identity profile] percepts.livejournal.com 2011-12-13 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she pauses briefly with the spoon halfway to her mouth before continuing to eat as normal. she hadn't even noticed that she'd made the slip. she makes a pretence of chewing, while wondering whether or not to lie to tiny!charlie. she settles on a half-lie. ]

Oh, it's just that we travel a lot, you know? Always on the move; it's hard to find time for great meals like this.

[identity profile] percepts.livejournal.com 2011-12-24 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she's mutely surprised for a second, though she supposes she should be, as the fact that this is charlie, tiny or not, catches up on her. she eats another bite before replying. ]

Sorry. I just didn't want to be a downer or anything, you know?

[ whether or not it's okay is another question. ]