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Eames (dream_bigger) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-10-24 10:08:00

Entry tags:

!closed, ariadne, eames, sirius black

WHO: Eames and Sirius Black, added Ariadne!
WHAT: Vast amounts of "WTF"-ery
WHEN: Sunday morning
WHERE: That bloody library and then home sweet home for Eames.
RATING: It's Eames and Sirius. Swearing, inappropriate un-PC comments, possibly rude gestures? What's 12 in american film ratings?
STATUS: In progress

His head was killing him. His hand wasn't too far behind, and really, what the fuck was up with that? He hadn't shot himself in the hand, he'd have remembered. But yes, his headache was awful and so he wasn't really aware of very much until he was stumbling out onto the steps of that fucking library yet again. He looked around in case there were still some zombies poised and ready to have him for dinner, but he just saw other people standing on the steps looking confused. He automatically reached in his pocket for his totem once he saw he was relatively safe and brought it out into the light to check it. Reality. Huh.

His Bensons and lighter were in his jacket, so it was no time at all until he was filling his lungs with lovely nicotine and tars and fuck alone knew what else was in the damn things, but that wasn't important. He needed to get back to Arthur, he needed to get home but he'd be next to useless if he didn't get a smoke first. Cigarettes cured many things, he'd discovered, such as shitty mornings, bad tempers, hunger pangs and fidgeting fingers, but they weren't touching his headache. Bastard things. Still, he had lodged a bullet in his brain, so he supposed it couldn't really be helped. Arthur would help. Arthur and a huge mug of tea.

He flexed his sore hand as best he could, then looked around properly at everyone else, taking in details that he'd skipped on first glance. They all looked vaguely familiar, which was to be expected since they'd all been using the network, and then he saw someone he knew. "Sirius. Thank fuck for that," he said to himself, and then walked over to where the younger man was using his PDA. "Good to see you, mate. Smoke?"

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pad_foot
2010-10-25 12:34 am UTC (link)

Sirius was about to reply with a heavily sarcastic remark when Ariadne appeared at a doorway, flew across the room to deliver what seemed (in Sirius' mind, at least) some rather unneeded violence before wrapping Eames in a hug. Sirius turned away, stepping over several models sprawled on the floor, to stand away from the reunion by the window, looking down on the street. In his pocket, the PDA buzzed and Sirius pulled it out, flicking through the messages and feeling the muscles in his shoulders knot and tighten as he read Al's news.

Fucking fantastic. He'd definitely be crashing at James' tonight. There was no way in hell he would living with him again. It was too familiar, too reminiscent of his life before.

Sirius' leg gave an anxious twitch as his fingertips drummed on the windowsill, and a crunch echoed through the room. The animagus winced, glancing down to see a delicate model building yhat had been kicked over by his muddy boot. "Oh... Merlin. Shit. Sorry." Glancing guiltily to the pair in the middle of the room, Sirius grabbed his wand, waved it silently, and watched the model reconstruct itself around his feet.

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labyrinthine
2010-10-25 02:20 am UTC (link)

"You fucker, you went out alone and you died, I will call you whatever the fuck I want." she muttered, pulling away. Whether her face was red from a blush or from tears barely in check was debateable. "Including an idiot, which is what you are."

Ariadne turned towards Sirius, pushing her hair out of her face and still glaring. "And you're just as bad. You got infected and then someone had to kill you? Great plan."

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dream_bigger
2010-10-25 08:39 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, I did, and you can, and I am. A total idiot, a complete fucking lackwit, I know," he murmured, just for her to hear. Biting on his lower lip, he let go as she pulled away and started massaging his sore hand as he watched Ariadne turn to give Sirius a bollocking as well. As she ranted, he remembered that Sirius had mentioned a bike earlier, and resolved to check the network when things calmed down. He had an idea about the paintings (because yes, it seemed he was going to paint at least two) he'd be giving his friend, but he just needed to check some things out.

After he'd seen Arthur, of course. Still rubbing at his hand, no matter how painful it was, he turned to watch the other bedroom door. Hopefully, Arthur was on the other side, and he'd go in and get told off and insulted and raged at, and he'd try his best to apologise and to make things right. He hadn't even realised that he'd taken a step or two towards the door until he stubbed his toe on the couch. "Ow, fuck, what is it with today, everything wants to hurt me," he grumbled.

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pad_foot
2010-10-27 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Sirius had thought he'd got away without a severe tongue lashing, but no such luck. Ariadne rounded on him with all the fury of Professor McGonagall on a bad hat day. Thankfully, Sirius was quite used to being told off, and did his usual (and very irritating) trick of zoning out until the volume decreased. Then he offered her a perky smile and raked long fingers through his hair.

"To be honest, the planning stage was quite minimal." He offered cheekily, before giving Eames a 'blimey' look, and laughing as the other man was attacked viciously by his furniture. His PDA buzzed irritably in his pocket, and the wizard rolled his eyes without bothering to check it. "I should go. Before Abbott has some kind of seizure."

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labyrinthine
2010-10-28 12:02 am UTC (link)

Ariadne was sufficiently irritated and rolled her eyes as hard as she could. "You didn't have a plan? Gee, I'm shocked." Folding her arms over her chest, she continued to glare at Sirius. "Yeah, maybe you should. And get the hell away from my models before you break them again." She was mad enough that she didn't wince or laugh when Eames stubbed his toe. Anger was easier than acknowledging just how scared or upset she'd been, and unlike certain others she knew she would just yell at them and get it out of her system.

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dream_bigger
2010-10-28 09:11 pm UTC (link)

Eames shrugged as Ariadne continued to give Sirius a bit of a bollocking, a kind of "I did warn you" gesture, then sat down heavily on the couch. "I'll see you later, Sirius. I'm sure you have plenty of people clamouring to scold you, and far be it from us to keep you back," he said, making a "shoo shoo" gesture with one of his hands. The other was pinching at the bridge of his nose, or at least, it looked like that was all he was doing. In reality, he was trying to keep his brain from exiting his skull through his eye sockets.

"Go on, get out. We'll see you in the pub at some point, okay?"

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pad_foot
2010-10-28 09:24 pm UTC (link)

Sirius couldn't help but laugh. Sirius seemed to have an issue when it came to laughing at the most inappropriate moments in time - he'd learnt at a very young age that it was preferable to crying or getting angry. Otherwise he'd probably have self destructed before he'd even reached Hogwarts. Shaking his head, the animagus quirked an eyebrow, smirked, then snapped his shoulders back and straightened his spine, offering the occupants of the room a comedy salute.

"Aye aye Sir!" Sirius's wide grin flourished for the second time in as many minutes, his grip on his wand tightened, and there was a faint pop as he apparated away, leaving air to rush into the space he had just occupied.

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