Chris Miles (
noonelaughed) wrote2011-02-08 03:45 am
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[For Claire]
For all that Chris might complain to some people on the island that he's bored, he's not. Not really, anyway. There isn't fucking college to go or any place he's got to to be, and all he's got now is time. Time to explore or meet people or do whatever the fuck he wants. Being on the island means he's got time to think about all the things he never got to do back home, the things he won't get to do back home.
One such thing is something Chris has always wanted to do: he's always wanted to break a world record. Of course, he's not sure it even matters on the island, since it's in some other dimension or whatever, but to Chris, it does. He's found the book on the bookshelf, The Guinness Book of World Records and it's current enough that Chris feels like it's worth giving it a go.
He's on the beach now, in just swim pants and an oversized pair of sunglasses, preparing piles of sand. He's found a shovel in the compound-- not one of those fucking tiny shovels kids use when they're little, but a proper one-- and is more determined than he's been since he can remember.
Chris is going to build the world record biggest sand castle. Or, at least, the island's biggest sand castle. Either way, it's gonna be fucking mega.
One such thing is something Chris has always wanted to do: he's always wanted to break a world record. Of course, he's not sure it even matters on the island, since it's in some other dimension or whatever, but to Chris, it does. He's found the book on the bookshelf, The Guinness Book of World Records and it's current enough that Chris feels like it's worth giving it a go.
He's on the beach now, in just swim pants and an oversized pair of sunglasses, preparing piles of sand. He's found a shovel in the compound-- not one of those fucking tiny shovels kids use when they're little, but a proper one-- and is more determined than he's been since he can remember.
Chris is going to build the world record biggest sand castle. Or, at least, the island's biggest sand castle. Either way, it's gonna be fucking mega.
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Today, she's armed with even more than just a small bowl of lotion to reply as necessary. Today, she's carrying around an umbrella as well, one of the big patio types, clearly mended with pieces of clothes from the clothes box. There's a bag slung over her shoulder with all of her schoolwork for the day, and she's just walking along the beach in hopes of some free shade to work under, when she catches sight of Chris. With a shovel.
"If you're burying treasure," she calls out, a grin spreading from cheek to cheek, "I'm pretty sure on the beach isn't the best place. The tide will wash it out."
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"But... I'm not burying anything. What you're witnessing is the beginning of the island's biggest sand castle." He reaches over and picks up a bucket he's nicked from the compound to show her.
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"I don't know, I think it's supposed to kind of be like a bank, right?" Claire asks, tapping her cheek. "I mean, if you've got money, why not just spend it, you could say that too. But some people don't want to spend it until later, some people are paranoid and worried about bankruptcy, so burying things is like the primitive version of that, maybe." The smile across her face broadens as she looks over at the large mound of sand, trying to imagine how Chris might end up shaping it.
"Need any help?"
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"Yeah, alright," he says, face brightening into an even wider grin at the prospect. Though, the last time someone helped him out, it'd turned into them eating the fucking sugar cubes instead of using them to build, then Tony'd showed up and fucked it all up for good. At least sand isn't edible at all. He'll just have to hope it doesn't rain at all.
"You're sure you haven't got something else to do though?" He gestures at the bag she's brought with her, because it looks like she already had plans.
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Claire glances down at her bag with an almost surprised look, having forgotten that she'd brought it along at all. She shuffles over to the side of the hole and places it all down carefully, nudging it away with the tip of her foot. "Eh, as long as I'm in class on time and don't skip my clerical work in the late afternoon, I'm fine," she shrugged, grinning. "You're saving me from having to look at my calculus, basically."
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"This is gonna be loads more fun than homework, I can tell you that." Because as serious as Chris might get about things like this, about world records and all that, there's no mistaking that it's got a leg up on Calculus when it comes to entertainment value.
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Casting a curious gaze around, Claire then walked to the edge of the slowly forming hole, her palm sinking into the sand as she grinned up at Chris expectantly. "Do you have another shovel somewhere?"
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"But you can take this one, if you want. Or maybe you can bring up some water?" He holds up the bucket he's got, an unsure look on his face. It's probably a bit more work at first than it sounded like when he told her what he was up to at first, but eventually, they'll get to the fun bit.
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Reaching out, she grabs the handle of the bucket, her hand brushing briefly over his hand as he passes it off. "You look like you've got better arms for the whole digging deal," she admits, casting them a brief glance. "And I'm not afraid of getting a little wet. I'll get the water."