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Tweak says, "Dog that Cat and Man Overboard"

Isabel Evans (antarprincess) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-04-05 20:53:00

Entry tags:

eames, isabel evans

WHO: Isabel and Eames
WHAT: Isabel dreamwalks Eames, and ends up getting quite the surprise.
WHERE: Eames' dreams
WHEN: late evening
STATUS/RATING: Incomplete/TBD

Isabel laid in bed and scrolled through the PDA for what felt like the billionth time before looking over at the clock on the nightstand. It was getting late. If she wanted to go dreamwalking, now was the time to start.

Well, want wasn't exactly the right word. She had to do it. She had been kidnapped and brought to a strange city, and she had no real allies. She didn't know who brought her here, or why, or how. Dreamwalking was the only way for her to get answers, or at least to get a sense of who the city's other inhabitants were. And it was something she could do without drawing attention to herself, without revealing more about who she really was.

Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and absentmindedly scrolled through the PDA. When she opened them, she saw that her thumb lay next to a man's picture. Early thirties, dark blonde hair, handsome.

He would do.

She placed her thumb on his picture and closed her eyes, concentrating, waiting to enter his dream.

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antarprincess
2011-04-13 01:45 am UTC (link)

The dreamer didn't even bat an eyelash when Isabel revealed herself. Instead, he toasted her with some sort of candy, and then took off. She was pulled by the invisible thread between them, being urged to follow him, but she held back. She was sick of following him, sick of playing his games. He might have power here, but so did she. She had been dreamwalking for as long as she could remember, and the ability was strong. She just needed to trust it.

And then hope that her trust wasn't misplaced.

In an instant, Isabel was standing before the man. Their surroundings immediately began to change. Her instincts told her to create something she knew, like the school or the desert, but she didn't want to reveal anything about who she was to this man. Instead, she placed them on an empty Golden Gate Bridge, the sun beating down on them, the water reflecting its rays.

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dream_bigger
2011-04-13 02:22 am UTC (link)

"Good God, woman, will you let me finish my tea, at least?" he grumbled, turning round to look at where they were. Huh, no projections. No comfy tree, either. Bugger.

"This is all very nice, but really, sweetheart, gatecrashing like this? Terribly rude. You didn't even look at the spires, and my girl took ages to make those just right, never mind the fact that you just showed up in the middle of my dream unannounced! Incredibly forward of you, and I don't even know your name," he rambled, wandering around her bridge as he spoke. He took a long drag on his cigarette and blew a few smoke rings, and then wandered back over towards her, drinking his tea as he did so. Honestly, he was a little freaked out by how quickly she'd found him, and by her building skills. It was second nature for him to act like nothing was bothering him, though.

"So, I'd quite like to know your name and why you're in my head, changing my dreams, without even asking permission. If you wouldn't mind, pet. That'd be lovely."

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antarprincess
2011-04-13 03:06 am UTC (link)

The dreamer grumbled and rambled, but he couldn't fool Isabel. She was tied to him, to his emotions, and she knew he was wigging out. She could only guess that it had something to do with her taking hold of the dream, of manipulating it to look the way she wanted it to. And, after everything she'd been through lately, it felt good to have the upper hand.

Isabel wrinkled her nose and then snapped her fingers, the cigarette disappearing, "Disgusting habit---even here." She paused, changing the subject, "And it doesn't matter who I am. It's all just a dream, right?" But both of them knew that wasn't true. "You weren't supposed to know I was here. But even when you couldn't see me, you sensed me. And the way you shifted from person to person... What are you?"

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dream_bigger
2011-04-14 10:23 pm UTC (link)

"I'm a man of wealth and taste," he replied, his smile completely devoid of anything even beginning to resemble good humour. He turned away from her after that and started walking, reaching into his jacket pocket for the packet of cigarettes and lighter that were always there when he wore his own skin. "I'm going to break into your flat, you know. I'll break in, and redecorate it without asking you first, while you watch me," he called back to her as he lit up again, "and I'll take your dinner away from you just as you're about to eat it, and I'll ask you incredibly personal questions and get really pissed off when you don't want to answer. And even then, it won't be anywhere close to being as rude as what you're doing right now."

He wanted projections. Where were the bloody things? His projections were lethal when they got going, and the amount of crap this gatecrasher was pulling out of her arse meant that his dream should have been a bloodbath by now.

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antarprincess
2011-04-15 12:32 am UTC (link)

Isabel walked over to the side of the bridge and shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand, looking out at the view. A light breeze kept her from getting too warm, and made her long blond hair dance about. "Like I said, you weren't supposed to know I was here. No one else would have. But then it was as if you could feel my presence... And then you jumped from the girl, to the other man, to the old woman.... I had to make sure..." She had to make sure that she was going to be safe in the city, that he wasn't a threat to her. In fact, she was still trying to figure that out. And she wouldn't apologize for it, not after the last few years of her life.

"As for being so pissed off that you want to break into my apartment and redecorate, if it will make you feel better, go for it. After what my roommate's done, it could use a fresh coat of paint." Or possibly a hazmat team.

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