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Mr. Eames ([personal profile] seeorseem) wrote2013-10-05 09:01 pm

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It's funny how reality can often be the most tricky of all.

Eames has been in a strange hotel not borne of anyone's subconscious for three days, but no matter what door he tries to exit, it consistently brings him back to the starting point in the hotel lobby. Eames would find that perfectly normal, given his predilection for diving into people's dreams and stealing their secrets from them, but his totem tells him that this is reality and no amount of effort has given him the ability to forge.

He's actually managed to find a version of reality that makes less sense than the dreamworld.

Or maybe, maybe he never left the inception job and he's in limbo. Maybe his mind is playing tricks on him. If that's the case, then he's about to do himself in even worse by hooking himself up to the PASIV to go deeper into his own mind. If this really is reality, then maybe there's something he's missed. If that's true, then his subconscious could very well be the answer, if only the projections don't cotton on to the fact that he's controlling the dreamscape.

He's set up shop in one of the guest rooms, stripping off his suit jacket efficiently and draping it over the back of a chair as he lies back on the bed and fiddles with the insertion needle. Once upon a time, he'd feared going to the doctor's office and receiving his shots.

Now, look at him.

It's a living.

The count drifts away and before he knows it, Eames awakes and finds himself in much the same hotel as before with pointed differences. It's almost as though this hotel has merged with the second level of the Fischer job. Carefully, Eames sits up and listens carefully for sounds as he checks his totem (and yes, this dream, he is, in fact, dreaming). "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he coaxes, of whatever's lurking in the shadows.
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-06 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Another day dawns and Arthur's still in the same limbo he was before. If not a dreamer's limbo than one of another sort, equally distrustful. It's impossible, however, to keep his distance from an entire world and he dresses in a classic oxford shirt, chocolate brown waistcoat, and charcoal suit. He's barely put on his wingtips and turned a corner when he sees a door slightly ajar and hears a familiar hissing sound.

Opening the door yields a surprise, both in the form of the PASIV and in the man hooked up to it. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised; if anyone's going to make a show of taking risks, it'll be Eames. It goes without saying that going under alone always presents a risk, one only needs to look at Cobb for evidence.

But knowing the risks is never a good balm for insatiable curiosity and Arthur enters the room and pulls out a second needle and tube.

Curiosity may have killed the cat. But satisfaction brought it back.
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-07 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
When Eames is acting as himself, there's a particular rhythm to his step that Arthur has come to recognize. When he hears that, Arthur pivots on his heel, looking over at Eames sidelong.

"I suppose it was only a matter of time until you came here as well."
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-08 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
His back turned slightly still, Arthur throws his totem a few inches into the air and lets it fall. It's a different number. He throws it again and the results are, once more, blessedly different. This is a dream. His totem isn't broken.

Fully assured, he lets the die fall back into his pocket and then rotates fully to face Eames. "That I have been, apparently, trapped in a strange hotel for several weeks now and it is, in fact, quite real. And then, one day, I open a new door and there you are."
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-09 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Indeed. We both are." Arthur's fist tightens around his totem and he tries to pretend a gesture of indifference, though he's certain Eames' eyes will have caught it. The man is trouble like that.

"Everything always does seem to roll to your plan."
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-11 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Arthur nods, letting his hand fall to the side at last. "He is, quite often, the exception to many rules. Particularly his own."
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-14 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"But of course not." We're too skilled for that. Or at least Arthur had thought he was. Now he's less sure.

"I walk out a door, now and then, and end up in LA. Or in Chicago." He doesn't bother saying that he means his apartment. It seems likely enough that Eames has made it his business to know everything about their residences. He's not a point man, but a clever forger needs the details.
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-15 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
It's spoken flatly, almost a compulsory nicety. "A paradox I didn't make."


And it drives him near-crazy thinking that.
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-16 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
For someone like Eames, it's probably evident in the sudden tightness in Arthur's jaw and the narrowing of his eyes just how much he'd like to force Eames' hand into his pocket and away from the wall.

Outwardly, he shrugs. "You know how much I hate 'out of control.'"
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-17 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Just like an excitable seventh grader, Arthur thinks.

"You were the one who went under first. I merely followed to investigate."
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-18 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"There's a staircase that will do nicely, if you require a push down."

A careful eye, likes Eames', may note the razor thin smile that comes with Arthur's sarcasm.
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-19 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hopefully many more chances."

Arthur gestures toward the stairs. "After you, Mr. Eames."
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-20 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't say it's on my agenda," Arthur admits, biting down on a combination of fear and pure annoyance. It's unnerving, particularly with how well Eames has gotten the imitation down.

All the same, he steps up next to Eames and stands at his side. Bracing an arm on the other man's chest, not looking at the borrowed face, Arthur lets himself fall backward and takes Eames with him.
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-20 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perfect," Arthur says, his tone so even that it's hard to tell if he speaks from sarcasm or satisfaction.

"Here we are again." In Hell.
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-22 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes I open doors here and I end up back in...our own world. I'm able to stay awhile." And it's never long enough, never enough time to keep him from fraying underneath the surface. Now that Eames is here, more than ever Arthur clamps down on it, trying to maintain at least an illusion of his sanity.

"And then I turn a corner and here I am."
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-23 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"But this isn't a job. I wasn't even sleeping when I arrived."

But that doesn't really mean all that much in the dream world. Pretending an idle action, Arthur checks his totem again. The results are no surprise.
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-24 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm looking for a way out."

But money is equally useful, as is work. Maybe it's what he needs, the chance to throw himself into something and forget the rest of the particulars.

"Ten to fifteen percent of what total?"
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-25 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's no pittance," Arthur says, considering it. More importantly, it's work. There's no reason to run away from it, even if he has more money than he'll ever spend in a lifetime.

"Particulars?"
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-26 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nice to stretch my legs, I suppose." Honestly, it's a job he could accomplish with a little bit of research in the waking world but if someone wants to part with eight hundred thousand who is he to complain?

"The blonde again?"
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-28 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Bit restrained for you, isn't it?" Just as Eames can't resist a few 'friendly' jabs, Arthur makes an exception to throw a few at his sometimes colleague.
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-30 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"You're perverse." It's not said with any particular venom, merely a repetition of the same old argument.

He doesn't even bother answering to the barb about his tastes.
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[personal profile] weighted_reality 2013-10-31 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose I could dip my toes," Arthur says, his voice and posture all but a drawl. He does not desire the job, he merely deigns to take it.