Just...getting this suitcase..over at..

[Claire]

Claire closed the suitcase up again, before standing up. Nothing interesintg was in here. Once again, another failed mission. Why couldn't she just do something useful? She just wanted the others to think she wasn't completely useless. But until now, all she'd done was sit around, taking small walks along the beach, and drinking all of the water. So okay, people said she needed it most, and that might be true. But she didn't want it. Okay, not true, she wanted to stay alive. She didn't want to need it, was more what it came down to.

"so.. Manchester.." She replied with a weak smile. She didn't exactly know how to start the conversation, and was kinda hoping Charlie would. After all, he must have a lot more fun things to talk about then just Australia and babies...

[Charlie]

"Um.. yeah, Manchester..." Charlie probably did have some fun things to talk about... it's just that he couldn't remember them. Everything was tied up in, and overshadowed by, the mess he'd made of things... He fished around desperately, trying to find something to talk about... and in the end decided that an attempt at a charming smile and a slightly desperate tone would have to suffice... Hopefully Australians appreaciated the British sense of humor. "It's in England"

[Claire]

Claire laughed. "I know it's in England!" She said, a big smile still upon her face. Gosh, this Charlie seemed like quite a nice guy, to be honest. It was weird, it seemed like people didn't want to be around her. Like she'd be more of a burden then just friendly company. Maybe she was? Was it true people didn't want to be around her, afraid they would end up having to take care of her? That was not true. Okay, seen her condition, she needed slightly more help then other people. But she was perfectly fine on her own, she was not a burden.

"Wanna go take a walk?" She said, still smiling at Charlie. She hated sitting still. For some reason, taking a walk seemed more useful then sitting down in the sand. Though she wasn't doing anything, at least it would seem like she was doing something.

[Charlie]

Charlie laughed, wincing jokily at the awkwardness of what he'd just said. "Yeah... that was sort of stupid." He looked up and smiled at her. He knew full well what she was thinking, that people would see her as some sort of burden... but he didn't. He knew that he had more than enough problems of his own without trying to be some sort of hero. All he wanted was a friendly face and some decent conversation... but all the same he was going to make sure she was alright, try and take care of her...

"A walk would be... great." He nodded and smiled again.

[Claire]

Claire slowly stood up, which needed a lot of effort in her case. She stepped over at Charlie and looked at him, smiling slightly. "Where d'you wanna go?" She asked, glancing around. They could take a walk along the coastline, or they could go to the caves, or they could.. gah. This place was boring. She wanted to do something else then take walks along the coast, or look trough suitcase hoping to find something useful. But what could she do? She couldn't go wander trough the jungle, she couldn't built something, she couldn't.. do anything.. because of her 'baby bump'. She hated it. She'd become a hater. Her, Claire Littleton, who was always a lover...

(crap, sowwy)

[Charlie]

((no say it's crap. Bad Claire... damn good RPer... advance apologies for the crapness that will no doubt follow))

Ah. Decision making... hardly Charlie's strongest skill. Mainly because of his two weaknesses. The drugs, which left him incapable of rational thought. And the guilt, which prevented him deciding anything incase it offended anyone. Claire's question also provided a technical problem - he had seen very little of the island, and therefore his idea of 'where' that they could go was the beach... Claire had probably seen far more of this place. "I don't know..." he shrugged "Wherever you want to go"

[Claire]

"I don't know... Wherever you want to go" Claire let out a small laugh. "I don't know.." She said with a small as she started to walk towards the sea. For some reason, Charlie made her laugh whatever he said. A simple sentence like 'wherever you want to go', and the look on his face while saying it, made her laugh inside. She didn't even know why.

As they started to pace towards the sea, she decided to strike up a conversation. "So, Charlie..-" She began, looking at him. "what do you miss most?" It was the only thing she could think of right now; home. The luxuries of it, and the bad things about it. There were bound to be positive things about getting stranded here, right? Well right now, all Claire could see where the bad things about this island. Not that talking about home would make her feel better, but thoughts about happy things might cheer her up a little..

[Charlie]

Ah, home. Where the heroin is... Truth was, he didn't miss it much. Who wouldn't trade the gloom and murk of Manchester for tropical paradise? Even without the added complications he couldn't really say he was devastated at the prospect of never seeing it again... Partly that was why he'd loved the band. Touring, never staying in the same place.. It was exciting. The girls, the drugs, everything that came with it... well, it had been fun at the time, but looking back it was a blurry mass of shame and sin. The music and the travel had been what made it all worthwhile. It was all about the music....

Still, thinking back over life on the island so far, something wasn't quite homely... The look of 'dinner', all slimy and.. fishy, and stuff, hadn't been appetising. His stomach growled again - not from nausea this time, but from sheer hunger. "Banoffee Pie.." he said, before he's really thought about it.. Yum, toffee and cream... He looked at her and smiled. And it's been awhile
But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you.. "So, your turn..."

[Claire]

"Banoffee Pie.." Banoffee pie? Claire laughed as she set foot in the ocean and let the small waves roll over her bare feet. "So, your turn..."

Yes, what was it she missed. She missed a lot of things. She missed her friends, she missed her house, she missed coffee, and a bed. She also missed the tv, and knowing there was a hospital around. She missed a lot come to think of it. "White, fluffy pillows.." She then decided with a smile on her face. She missed coming home and sinking into a big, white, fluffy pillow. She's give a lot to be able to do that here.. "Your turn again."

[Charlie]

Charlie stopped, crossing his arms over his chest in mock concentration as if working on some deep and highly intelligent comment. Any comment would have done, as it was.. What did he miss? It seemed so inhuman to say 'nothing.. just the food'.

"Tea." He said eventually, and even then slowly. "A nice cup of tea. These bloody yanks only drink coffee.."

[Claire]

Claire laughed again. She couldn't help it, Charlie just made her smile, no matter what he said. And she agreed on this one. How she would love to wake up from her white fluffy pillows with the smell of Banoffee Pie in the air, and have a nice cup of tea in the morning.

But what more did she miss? Or, maybe a better question, where did she begin? She missed a lot of things. Sleeping in a bed, eating pizza, or listening to music. All the things seemed so normal in life, so taken for granted. You don't know what you have until it's gone, right? But she also missed being able to do stuff without having to carry her baby around, and she missed feeling safe..

"Bath tub." She then sai with a smile. "The luxury of taking a bath.." She looked over at Charlie, putting a stroke of blonde hair out of her face.

[Charlie]

Charlie laughed along with her.. Okay, so he wasn't missing reality. But this dream life, the one he'd started concocting since meeting this engaging Australian, where they ate Banoffee Pie and drank tea together - did anything together, infact, he didn't care, as long as she was there - well, that sounded like something he'd have liked to have gotten used to, if things were different.

What else did Charlie miss? Things like... like being able to go for more than a day without needed a lousy, stinking hit. Being able to remember the nights after the gigs.. hell, in those last days, being able to remember the gig itself. Not having to carry around the knowledge that he didn't deserve to have survived the plane crash..... His guitar. Well, the rest of them he wouldn't want to share, but that made sense.

"Playing my guitar" He said, a sad small smile breaking over his childishly earnest features, then laughed as an image popped into his head.. "In the bath, while eating Banoffee Pie."

[Claire]

Claire laughed, she could just picture it now. Sitting in a bath, playing guitar, eating Banoffee pie. Well, to be quite honest, she couldn't really picture it. But it sounded funny, though. She gave Charlie a smile and stepped a few more steps into the ocean. Maybe doing this, just sinking away into the ocean, felt even better then taking a bath. No, not true. She'd take a bath over this anytime, to be quite honest.

Claire focused her attention at the waves that were crashing onto the beach. It was unbelievable they were still here, really, wasn't it? With so little hope of getting rescued. If people were searching, they wouldn't have an idea as to where to look, since Claire'd been told the pilot said they'd been a thousand miles off course when they crashed. It was weird though, to see everyone was geting used to this island life. And with this baby coming, they might be starting a whole new island generation. But it frightened her also. Because thinking like they'd be here forever... she just didn't want to be here forever. It wouldn't be fair for Claire, for the baby, for anyone really..

[Charlie]

Charlie finished laughing and glanced over at Claire.. she looked, well, terrified. Not that she had any reason not to be, really. Here they were, stuck on an island. It freaked him out, and he wasn't about to have a baby. He knew nothing about babies, infact, but could guess enough to see it would be a nightmare.

"Hey.." He smiled at her. "Are you okay?"