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 Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 8:41 pm
Listening to the conversation and waiting for the pilot's response to Ambrose's question the Dude was inhaling his food with a speed of a vacuum cleaner. He had finished the first plate and moved onto the second one.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 8:45 pm
"Just a couple..." he continued to eat the food as he gave Ambrose a mean look, though it'd be hard to tell behind the glasses.
James moved his eyes back and forth between the two of them.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 8:54 pm
Ambrose saw the dude get another plate and felt mildly reassured about his own sizable appetite, not stopping to think about the possible underlying reasonings between the similarities.
After the icy waves eminating from James Ambrose gave a sheepish smile. "I see." he swallowed down the last bite, and then decided to take the opportunity to go and get himself a second plate.
Today, at least, the food seemed to be settling muuuch better in his stomach.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 8:56 pm
"Oh, good!" - the Dude got back into the conversation. "So James, you think when you gonna go pick them up you could give me a ride back to the main land? My boat shipwrecked here and I am kinda stranded, you know? I'll pay, too!" - the last statement was a bit of an exagaration, but maybe he could work out a payment plan. The first order was to secure a seat on that helicopter to get home.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:04 pm
"No one leaves without Moreau's permission, and he has to check his contacts and get you cleared to go back to the United States. Background checks and such... will probably take some time. But atleast he'll take care of you while your here." James took another bite of his meat. He was glad he had convinced them to serve some actual beef today.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:07 pm
Taken a bit aback, the Dude scratched his beard: "Wow there, buddy. What the hell are you talking about - getting cleared. I'm a citizen of the fine US of A. And background checks? Come ON! I jsut shipwrecked here, cut me some slack ..." - he grumbled.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:14 pm
Ambrose got back to the table to hear the tail end of the conversation. "Cleared?" What were they talking about?
"Is there some sort of quarentine or something going on...?" Ambrose asked hesitantly. Why else would someone be held here if he was a citizen. "You have your passport, right, er... Dude?" He had been trying to avoid calling him that, but there was really no way around it...
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:19 pm
"I don't do... slack. There are proper channels that have to go through. No exceptions." James steely tone made it clear there was no room for discussion on this.
James looked over the two of them again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:23 pm
"O ...key. Well, how 'bout you at least get me a few packs of cigarettes next time you go to the mainland, huh? Or do they need to be cleared as well?" - he pleaded with the gorrilla.
And passport. He gave Ambrose a look. "I'm working on that" - he replied vaguely. His passport was swimming in the Atlantic ocean somewhere, most likely. But he didn't want to get into that. Too depressing to consider.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:29 pm
Ambrose winced. "Not even a passport? I could see the problems getting you back into the 'States if that's the case. From what I've heard the U.S. is pretty bad about things like that..."
HE glanced again at James. Something very odd was going down here. He didn't even hear any encouragement about talking with a US Embassy.... but who knew... Moreau was hardly seen and could very easily be handling negotiations from his mansion. But why the stonewalling from the pilot? And besides, he was certainly like no simple pilot that he had ever seen. He looked more like some sort of government agent or something.
He met eyes with The Dude, raising an eyebrow. From the sounds of his voice he had heard more than just Madison's injection that had been causing him to worry.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 9:56 pm
James put his hand on Sean's shoulder. "I'll see what I can do..." he gave a sort of half smile. He was trying to ease the situation a bit. "So... either of you kids still keep in touch with your parents?" he seemed to be trying really hard to keep a smile on his face.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 10:03 pm
"Yeah, man. I'd totally appreciate it if you could get me some smokes. I am running out here and I gotta feed the habit." - the Dude grinned amicably.
"Parents. Well, I suppose I see them around Thanksgiving every year. Why?" - he added curiulsy. "You think it'll take that long to get me clearned or something?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 10:07 pm
The question seemed to hit a nerve with Ambrose as he gave a particularly violent stab with his fork into the beef and a frown tugged at his mouth.
"I havent'' spoken with them in a while." He looked down at the broccoli, soaking in beef sauce, suddenly analyzing how the florettes held the viscous brown sauce. The bitter expression still on his face.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 10:08 pm
((Guys, my head is killing me. I am gonna go sleep. Just assume hte Dude finished his beef siad thankouand went off to sleep, too. SORRY!))
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2005 10:18 pm
((Yeep - sorry you aren't feeling well! Sleep well and I'll catch you around later heart .
EDITS and finishes off Ambrose in the setting))
Ambrose felt more and more uncomfortable sitting next to James. Despite his attempts at civility, he was acting like he really didn't want them around him. And the direction the conversation was taking wasn't really somewhere he wanted to go with someone like him.
Ambrose finished off his second plate and gave a nod to the Dude and James. I'll try to catch "Dude" alone later at some other point. If he learned something unfortunate then talking about it in front of James wasn't the place to share it.
Standing up, and bussing his tray, he wandered back by the table on his way out. "I'll speak with you later" He smiled to the Dude.
"And safe flights, James" He nodded a parting to the large pilot as he headed back to his room.
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