Arthur (the_point_man_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-04 11:26:00 |
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Who: Eames and Arthur
Where: All over the place
What: Arthur arrives and has a tiny, insignificant freak out
When: Sunday?
Rating: Low?
Open: Not really?
Status: On going?
Arthur was terrified, but he was hiding it well, he thought. That Eames was here had been reassuring to say the least, because that meant that he had at least not killed Eames. But then there was another Eames. Two Eameses in one place. Which was beyond anything he could comprehend. And no one else. No Cobb, no Ariadne. Had he killed them?
His dice told him he was awake. But that was impossible. It was impossible because- it was just impossible. The reasons for it were too many for him to be able to reason that he was awake. He wasn't awake.
He had a cell phone. And that hadn't really helped. He had thought of trying to find help and all that had brought him were two Eameses- although one of them was certainly a lot more helpful than the other. He didn't think he could deal with two of them. One was enough. One was more than enough. That asshole confused him enough as it was, he couldn't deal with that on top of whatever this was.
Arthur hated feeling vulnerable. He loathed the feeling of vulnerability more than anything else in the world. So he stood still, his face expressionless, staring up at the spire before him. And waited.