Rainn Brooks ♠ Eames (ex_forgeries580) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-08-08 02:18:00 |
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Who: Brooks
What: A peek into his memories (character building)
When: Sunday morning
Where: A hotel in Edinburgh
It's five years ago. Brooks is 24 and an idiot. He knows now that the two inevitably go together, at least for him, but of course at the time he fancies himself quite clever. The flat he's living in is total shit. He's making less than a panhandler by writing articles for travel magazines and supplementing his income with petty thievery. His father has just died and his mother won't speak to him anymore. None of that matters though, because someone has just explained to him that the voice in his head is real.
The voice is real. Reincarnation exists, though not as he's ever imagined it. Lucid dreaming, group dreaming, extraction, inception. That's all real too. Or it could be. On some level it's all real, and none of it is. He's going crazy and the whole world is going with him, opening up countless possibilities. It's as frighting as it is thrilling. That's why he's been drinking. As if he needs a reason. That's why he's been drinking so much more than normal. He can feel the fading alcoholic haze, even in the dream memory.
He hears the footsteps in the hall, light but not completely silent. He thinks, in the memory, that she must have been wearing heels, and that accounts for the sound. All those countless possibilities are coming directly to him, in the form of one woman. Frost. She's both unreasonably scary and insanely attractive. He wonders what it says about him that he's going to notice that second fact long before the first. Not that he doesn't know exactly what's going to happen, but he still wonders what it means. He rubs his temple. There's going to be bruise there tomorrow. Or there would be, if this was real.
Then the knock at the door. It's wrong though. The rhythm, the force, not how he remembers it at all. The voice is all wrong. It's a man. Eames. No. Not Eames. It's not just in his head, and the accent is all wrong.
"Brooks! Come on, we've got work to do." Rainn Brooks woke up, unsure where he was for a moment. Drew was knocking on the hotel room door. They had work to do.
Five years of this and he'd never stopped dreaming, all on his own, as if he'd never touched the PASIV device. That couldn't be normal. He rather wished his subconscious would knock it off.