Angela was having a pretty good day. A swim in the ocean always made her feel more awake, more alive, and it was just good to get some kind of exercise anyway. Hair still wet and towel around her waist, she hummed softly to herself as she strolled along the path to the Compound.
"Hey Jim," she called with a bright smile when she saw the man sitting on the front steps. "What's wrong with you?" The question was playful and asked with a slight grin, but he really did seem off, and Angela's eyes were a little more serious.
[Let's do this after the gun's taken away. I don't need trauma. :D]
Gideon was pissed. Not only had he showed up on some random island, some dude took his fucking gun away, thinking it was a safety hazard. He figured he'd ought to be grateful he wasn't sitting in a fucking jail cell or something like that, but shit, he had expected to be rich by now and living it up in England. Everything sucked.
And now suddenly this chick - who was, okay, pretty fucking hot, like every girl he'd seen on the island so far - was coming up to him acting like she knew him, and there was that fucking name again. The dude who had taken his gun called him the same thing.
"Sorry, lady," he said, standing up and wiping his hands off on his pants. He hoped the island had dry cleaning, because just sitting outside for a little while had dirtied them. "I ain't this Jim guy. Name's Gideon."
He figured he'd make the most of things. Hot chick was talking to him - without him even trying! - so he offered his hand in what he felt was a damn suave manner.
Slowing to a stop, Angela just blinked at the guy with mouth slightly parted, hands finding their way to her hips. She figured it would only be a matter of time before someone she knew ended up having a double, but Jim?
And a clone with the name of Gideon? As if selling paper back home wasn't bad enough.
But then he offered her his hand, and an eyebrow arched upwards. Angela had been the target of a lot of pick-up lines in her time (which was... well, now), so she wasn't so much surprised as amused. And a little suspicious.
"Sorry... Gideon," she said, cautiously taking his hand. If this was Jim just screwing with her, she was going to hurt him. "I'm Angela." A smirk quirked her lips. "You're in for some trouble if you just got here. I think pretty much everybody and their baby knows Jim."
The whole lookalike thing had sort of pissed him off before, but it was occuring to Gideon that if this jackass was as popular as Angela said he was, meeting girls was going to be fucking easy as hell. They'd all think he was that dude, come up to him, and he'd go laying on his charms.
Which he was doing to Angela right now. He lifted her hand before she could say anything and kissed the back of it before letting go, looking sort of pleased with himself. And Desmond said he sucked with girls.
"He's got good taste in company if he's friends with you," he said, offering her a half-grin. Girls dug that. "Yeah, I'm new here. Just trying to get my head around this fucking place. How long have you been here?"
Angela bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing and kept a warm smile on her face, so it looked as if she were charmed or amused, but definitely not laughing at him. She didn't want to hurt his feelings. And he was cute, in a Jim-like way.
"A year and almost two months," Angela answered, eyes alight with humor. "It doesn't get any better, or easier to understand, but you will get used to it," she promised.
Shit. That was a long fucking time, and the thought of him being stuck in this place for months and years instead of days and weeks wasn't something that made him happy. Sure, he didn't have much for himself back home - a fucking trip in a police car to a stint of jail, probably - but this place was already feeling, in its own way, a prison too. Couldn't get fucking off it, so he was stuck without any means to ever realize his dreams, so what the fuck was the point? And even if they were both fucking assholes, he worried about Desmond and Rupert too.
It sucked.
"Well, I always said I wanted to get away from my town and go somewhere else," he said, looking up at the trees above them. "And this has gotta be the most away I could get."
Reminded him of that fucking 'be careful what you wish for' saying.
Angela's eyebrow arched as she looked at him, considering the statement. "Funny. When I had that desire, I just bought a plane ticket. Always nice to have a place to go after you get to the place you're going."
Frankly, Angela half-hated, half-loved the place. Just recently, there had been more hate than love, but she was getting over it. Slowly. So she sighed and shrugged and forced a smile on her face, which wasn't that hard. "You deal with what you get," she said. "And it really isn't that bad of a place. Other than the crazy weekends, occasional hurricanes and earthquakes and snowstorms."
"Yeah, that's what I was gonna do," he said with a shrug, not mentioning where he was planning on getting the money. People didn't need to know about that shit. "Was gonna be getting on a plan to England and everything. Start writing and making movies eventually. Doesn't look like I'm gonna be doin' that shit here."
He raised a brow at the description of the island. "...It's a fucking tropical island. What island has snow?"
"The best laid plans.." Angela quoted, trailing off with a shrug and a light sigh. "You can still write here, though. I don't think anyone has any camera equipment, but there is the stage. Maybe if it's good enough, Geoffrey can turn it into something. Of course Geoffrey is pretty gung ho on Shakespeare... and he is here, so you'll have that in the way of competition."
She finished with a smirk, her amusement growing as the conversation progressed. "I'm going to go with magical fucking tropical islands," she replied. "And don't tell me no one's told you about the dinosaurs."
Gideon wasn't big on stage stuff, but shit, it was a good idea. He was about to say something, but then she continued. He stared at her, confused as all hell.
"What do you mean, here?" he asked. "You telling me the real dude's walking around here? And what do you mean, dinosaurs?"
"Yes, that's what I'm telling you," Angela replied calmly, trying to keep her amusement down. It was a shock. Thinking back, the only way she really got through that first day was because of Hodgins.
That thought sobered her up real quick. "Shakespeare's here, and a bunch of other people you might recognize from movies. It's a ... thing. People come from different times and dimensions, things.. some of those dimensions are places where movie characters really exist. And the dinosaurs have a fence that keeps them in."
Well, fuck that shit. Fences? Yeah, that wasn't any comfort. He'd seen that movie, shitty as it was, and those things eventually got out. Only a matter of time everyone was dino food.
"Yeah, that doesn't make me feel any better," he grumbled. The whole movie thing was fucking awesome, though. He chose to concentrate on that. "Well, shit. Anyone interesting on this island, then? Except Angelina Jolie. I already met her."
Or Lara or...whatever the fuck character she was. Still the same tits, still the same ass, that's all that really mattered.
Angela smiled softly. There wasn't really anything to say that made the dinosaur situation any better, so she shifted subjects. "Well, Clive Owen's on the council. There's Buffy.. the vampire slayer. People from the musical "Rent". I think I've seen Leonardo DiCaprio and Jennifer Lopez running around. You sort of ... get used to it after a while. And it's rude to stare."
He knew the people she was talking about, sure, but shit, he kinda wanted to see if there were any from his own favorite movies. How fucking awesome would it be if he'd be able to hang out with Mr. Black or someone like that?
"Get used to celebrity look-a-likes walking around? Yeah, I think I can do that," he said, his grin a little cheeky. "So, are you from some kinda fake show or are you one of the real ones?"
Didn't recognize her, but that didn't mean shit. She might be from something he hadn't seen yet.
Angela blinked rapidly, caught off guard by the question, and not knowing how to respond. Memories of that one evil book she had taken off the bookshelf flashed through her mind, but she quickly shoved those thoughts away, shut her mouth, shook her head.
"I.. I don't know," she said, gaze falling as she swallowed. "I haven't gone.. looking or anything."
"I think it'd be fucking awesome if I was from something," he said, grinning. He didn't get why she looked so uncomfortable about it. "If my life were fake, I bet I came out of it looking awesome."
Who didn't like crime movies and the people in them?
"Hey Jim," she called with a bright smile when she saw the man sitting on the front steps. "What's wrong with you?" The question was playful and asked with a slight grin, but he really did seem off, and Angela's eyes were a little more serious.
[Let's do this after the gun's taken away. I don't need trauma. :D]
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And now suddenly this chick - who was, okay, pretty fucking hot, like every girl he'd seen on the island so far - was coming up to him acting like she knew him, and there was that fucking name again. The dude who had taken his gun called him the same thing.
"Sorry, lady," he said, standing up and wiping his hands off on his pants. He hoped the island had dry cleaning, because just sitting outside for a little while had dirtied them. "I ain't this Jim guy. Name's Gideon."
He figured he'd make the most of things. Hot chick was talking to him - without him even trying! - so he offered his hand in what he felt was a damn suave manner.
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And a clone with the name of Gideon? As if selling paper back home wasn't bad enough.
But then he offered her his hand, and an eyebrow arched upwards. Angela had been the target of a lot of pick-up lines in her time (which was... well, now), so she wasn't so much surprised as amused. And a little suspicious.
"Sorry... Gideon," she said, cautiously taking his hand. If this was Jim just screwing with her, she was going to hurt him. "I'm Angela." A smirk quirked her lips. "You're in for some trouble if you just got here. I think pretty much everybody and their baby knows Jim."
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Which he was doing to Angela right now. He lifted her hand before she could say anything and kissed the back of it before letting go, looking sort of pleased with himself. And Desmond said he sucked with girls.
"He's got good taste in company if he's friends with you," he said, offering her a half-grin. Girls dug that. "Yeah, I'm new here. Just trying to get my head around this fucking place. How long have you been here?"
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Angela bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing and kept a warm smile on her face, so it looked as if she were charmed or amused, but definitely not laughing at him. She didn't want to hurt his feelings. And he was cute, in a Jim-like way.
"A year and almost two months," Angela answered, eyes alight with humor. "It doesn't get any better, or easier to understand, but you will get used to it," she promised.
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It sucked.
"Well, I always said I wanted to get away from my town and go somewhere else," he said, looking up at the trees above them. "And this has gotta be the most away I could get."
Reminded him of that fucking 'be careful what you wish for' saying.
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Frankly, Angela half-hated, half-loved the place. Just recently, there had been more hate than love, but she was getting over it. Slowly. So she sighed and shrugged and forced a smile on her face, which wasn't that hard. "You deal with what you get," she said. "And it really isn't that bad of a place. Other than the crazy weekends, occasional hurricanes and earthquakes and snowstorms."
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He raised a brow at the description of the island. "...It's a fucking tropical island. What island has snow?"
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She finished with a smirk, her amusement growing as the conversation progressed. "I'm going to go with magical fucking tropical islands," she replied. "And don't tell me no one's told you about the dinosaurs."
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"What do you mean, here?" he asked. "You telling me the real dude's walking around here? And what do you mean, dinosaurs?"
Did he get dropped in Jurassic Park? Shit.
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That thought sobered her up real quick. "Shakespeare's here, and a bunch of other people you might recognize from movies. It's a ... thing. People come from different times and dimensions, things.. some of those dimensions are places where movie characters really exist. And the dinosaurs have a fence that keeps them in."
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"Yeah, that doesn't make me feel any better," he grumbled. The whole movie thing was fucking awesome, though. He chose to concentrate on that. "Well, shit. Anyone interesting on this island, then? Except Angelina Jolie. I already met her."
Or Lara or...whatever the fuck character she was. Still the same tits, still the same ass, that's all that really mattered.
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"Get used to celebrity look-a-likes walking around? Yeah, I think I can do that," he said, his grin a little cheeky. "So, are you from some kinda fake show or are you one of the real ones?"
Didn't recognize her, but that didn't mean shit. She might be from something he hadn't seen yet.
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"I.. I don't know," she said, gaze falling as she swallowed. "I haven't gone.. looking or anything."
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Who didn't like crime movies and the people in them?
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