bloody difficult.

ah. so this is your idea of losing a tail, eh?         independent eames of inception. written by maddie.

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pcrsonae.

    a mirthless kind of smile ghosted his lips, elbows raised to rest on the bar as his fingers clasped one another. all his life he’d been tossing papers into flames, women with cherry kissed lips && men that leaned to brush his side. it could have been a boast, but he so rarely called back …

    ❝ Hmm, not today. ❞ a jest back to the fellow beside him. it was a double take EVERY TIME.  ❝— Do forgive me, I seem to be doing this a lot these days … Have we met before Mr  ? ❞   

after he’s plucked the cherry from his glass ( he’ll save the stem in case they resort to parlor tricks as the night progresses ), he knocks back a respectable amount of brandy. it gives him an excuse to think on his answer and the humanizing bonus of a bit of shaken-drink foam in his beard.

         ‘ eames. ’ it may be a risk, but so has this meeting been from first words exchanged. ‘ i thought i might’ve known you from a film. not an actor, then? ’ his smile is quick and flirty. ‘ i’d say the odds of our paths crossing more than once are about on par with sex and the city realism. ’

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builtdream.

          HIS     ANSWER     DOESN’T     SURPRISE     HER     .     what’s  to  come  with  great     self     proclamation     should  be  a     test     of  heavy  words     .     but  she  doesn’t  feel  the  need  to  hold  him  to  one     JUST     YET     .          ❝     wednesday     .     right     .     ❞          after  a  quick  glance  his  way     ,     it’s  enough  to     notice     the  structure  he’s  looking  at     ———-     nothing  more  than  a  fountain  with  a  sculpted     M     twice     in  the  middle  of  the  concealed  pond     .          ❝     you’ve  got  a     GOOD     EYE     .     ❞

         ‘ so i’ve been told, ’ he says, drawing out his vowels in time with the tilt of his head. he’s looking at the fountain again to decide which features are worthy of comment. ‘ i enjoy the symmetry of it. see --- ’ index and middle finger pressed together, he draws a line through the air, following the split down the center of the piece. ‘ no order in my life. like to find it in other things. ’

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trust’s not your thing, eh? - robert

free fire.

his gut tells him to deflect. this unfailingly benevolent façade of eames’ has taken him decades to blueprint, build, polish  —  it’d be a shame to lay waste simply for the sake of honesty.

so he does. he deflects.

         ‘ i could ask the same of you, darling. ’

[fcoppola]

You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.

Inception (2010) Dir. Christopher Nolan

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they really did a number on you, didn’t they?

free fire.

         ‘ it seems — ’ he sounds like he’s fighting a cold, with a nose surely broken and dripping blood. he keeps his head tilted forward so as not to choke on it. delightful, too: his left eye is swelling shut. ‘ — i set my expectations a bit high for this lot. i’m only surprised they took the come-on seriously. ’ sniff, wince. ‘ christ, had they not seen me? who could think i’d set my aim that bloody low. ’

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i don’t like his jumper.

free fire.

         ‘ heinous, isn’t it. ’ he’s staring. ‘ what wonders a decent blue would do him. ’

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FREE FIRE STARTER SENTENCES. feel free to change pronouns and descriptors!

shut the fuck up, ___.

my fucking head’s about to explode here.

not so pretty now, eh, pretty boy?

the baggage handlers lost his charm at the airport, apparently.

talk about a fucking sledgehammer to crack a nut.

i feel a little conspicuous with the black eye.

i’ll fucking do it.

i don’t like his jumper.

you didn’t masturbate before you got here, did you?

i don’t work with anyone who’s carrying a loaded weapon.

fuck the small talk.

i’m leaving a trail of breadcrumbs.

it’s a real fucking palace.

only thing a girl needs to stay warm in los angeles is a flexible outlook.

___ was misdiagnosed as a child genius. he never got over it.

you’ve put on a bit of weight.

what the fuck is that accent?

keep your shit together.

i’m not running a fucking pizza delivery service.

you’re a curious fucker, eh?

what the fuck are you gonna do? high-kick your way in there with a fucking top hat and cane?

get your fucking hands off me.

you’re gonna be the first one i take down if this goes south.

oh, sorry, you’re just - you’re molting.

i thought we could maybe go and have a bite.

forget i said that.

holy mother of fuck.

stop fucking complaining.

i think that just saying no is kind of a reflex.

we could probably both use a drink after this.

sympathy’s in the dictionary between shit and syphilis.

do your puking when you’re walking.

trust’s not your thing, eh?

i’ll fuck you up again, you fucking piece of shit.

what are you fucking doing, you fucking clown?

i swear to god, you’re a waste of fucking skin.

the suspense is killing me.

just calm the fuck down.

why don’t you fucking tickle him to death?

big fucking mouth on a little lad.

i’ve been shot!

did you get shot, you idiot?

i’m hit, but i’m good.

it’s too late. i’ve been insulted.

bet you thought you were too handsome to get shot, huh?

i’m just impressed you haven’t needed a nap yet.

i forgot whose side i’m on.

you still breathing?

aim with two hands, ___.

quit your fucking whining.

what am i gonna tell your mother?

you’re gonna make me fucking puke.

i express my sympathies to ___ for the loss of his special friend.

i’m sure ___’s off to a better place. maybe he’ll even make something of himself down there.

i like your style.

that was the last time he had a drink.

get me an ambulance.

i’m gonna stack the bodies of your 11 children on top of each other and burn them on your lawn.

there’s more blood on the floor here than a sausage factory.

i’ll shoot him in the fucking head.

you smell of perfume!

does anyone care what happened to me, by any chance?

save it for your fucking autobiography.

i thought you were fucking dead.

i know you fucked it all up.

jesus-fucking-christ.

poke him in the eye. see if he flinches.

you seem like a nice girl.

we can’t all be nice girls.

i’ll tell you what, we’ll have a fucking cigarette.

ugh. men.

i see you, you fucking yeti.

fuck off, you freak of nature.

you gotta smoke less dope if you wanna hit something once in a while.

get the fuck out of here, you fucking zombie!

sure. why the fuck not?

they really did a number on you, didn’t they?

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pcrsonae.

   he had a dreadful habit of wearing the face of a HOLLOW MAN, bright eyes veiled over with glazed disinterest in the waking world, brow smooth where inside he battled with riddles && troubles. somewhere an offer echoed in his brain ; not of contracts or money, but of much needed liquor. ah ! now he addressed the face he swore he’d known before.

    ❝ So, it’s that obvious, hm ? ❞ a weary sigh left the young entrepreneur. ❝ I could. I’m a Scotch man myself, but I’ll take what I can get. ❞

without hesitation, eames turns his attention to the bartender and orders a scotch ‘for this lovely young man,’ top shelf, as well as an apricot sour for himself. something sweet to contrast the heft of their interaction.

         ‘ haven’t a pocketful of numbers on napkins, mm? ’ a nod and a thank you to their server, and he’s shifting in his seat to cast a sidelong glance at robert. ‘ i find it difficult to believe you’d have trouble securing a date. ’

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builtdream.

          HIS     HANDWRITING     IS     VERSATILE     ,     at  least     ,     according  to  him  and  according  to  cob     .     she  likes  him     ,     she  does     ———-     but  she’ll  have  to  keep  an  eye  on  him  and  his     ADAPTABLE     NATURE     .     it     takes     one     to     know     one     ,     as  the  old  saying  goes     .     it  something  she  thinks  about  as  she  guides  him  through  a  floor  of     MONTAGUE     MUSCLE’S     main  headquarters     .     

           ❝     THAT’S     THE     BOARD     ROOM     .     ❞          a  simple  gesture  to  her  left  as  they  walk  by     .     nothing  important  to  see  there     .           ❝     if  you’re  as     GOOD     as  you  say  you  are     ,     you’ll  be  meeting  with  my  father  within  the  next     WEEK     or  so     .     otherwise     ,     the     waiting     list     is  over  a  year  long     …     it’s  best  you’re  honest  with  us  now     ———-     references  are  only  good  if  the     PRODUCT     lives  up  to  it’s  brand     ,     isn’t  it     ?     ❞          but  how  honest  can  a  master  forger  be     ?     she  wonders     .    

@forgry     |     sc

he’s keeping a list of everything he sees. it’s miles long by now, taking up enough space in his mind to fog his conversational focus and knock his mastery of charm down a few pegs. to buy himself a moment, he pretends to have been appreciating an architectural detail, places his hands on his hips, and winds up a smile.

         ‘ ah, ’ he says in place of a real answer. ‘ you can tell your father i have wednesday free, then. ’

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eames has to wonder, bumping elbows with an old mark, whether his reluctance to run is a result of faulty wiring. he could save them the discomfort  ---  eames, knowing too much; fischer, too little  ---  by finding another seat, but somehow it doesn’t feel like the right thing to do.

         ‘ you look like you could use a drink. yeah? ’

@pcrsonae,  sc.

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the steady, reverberating rhythm of arthur’s shoes tapping against the floor has long since stopped when eames decides to make his presence known. he’s tucked away at a far wall ( hidden well enough ), spread across a pool chair, allows his reading material to fall with a whap! onto his thigh.

         ‘ couldn’t stay away, could you, darling? ’

@ranpoint,  sc.

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         ‘ no vacancy, i’m afraid. ’ that his voice echoes in the emptiness of their rented warehouse lends the statement a twist of levity. eames smiles to himself a moment, then turns it on the stranger, tired but warm. ‘ you must have wandered astray. ’

@tragedyveined,  sc.

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i just can’t stay away from my inception kids, can i. yikes. like for a starter?

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