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"I’m actually an incredible goofball. I do imitations and joke around all day. I keep things light in my life."(X)
Joseph Gordon-Levitt
San Francisco, CA | 2013
OPEN STARTER : Mr Charles
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Monica looked around the room carefully. Her expression was neutral. She didn’t show any emotion. However, inside her body the battle took a good place. Wayne knows that she’s here alone, even with the man’s warm smile she’s still alone. A few months ago, Monica could involved Selina in such actions but now …
Ms. Cat is moving away from her.
Increasingly, she sees only the shadow of her cat and not the whole body. When you look at Selina, her eyes sink into oblivion fog and Monica can not save them. The woman feels that she loses her partner day by day.
Suddenly, the smash of glass took Monica from her thoughts.
"The pleasure is all mine."
Monica took a deep breath, still looking around. Suddenly a man appeared next to them.
”Are we gonna have more quests ?” She nodded at Arthur with respect. Quite rare thing for Wayne.
Shaking his head, Cobb politely gestured for Wayne to step into the lift, before stepping into the life himself.
"I'm afraid Arthur won't be staying with us," he replied, nodding towards the Point Man, before turning back towards the buttons on the left wall of the lift, pressing the one to the highest floor of the building, the twelth.
Watching as Arthur left for the stairs, as per, doing the legwork, and quite literally too, as the lift doors slid to a close, he turned towards the business woman,
"No. No guests just yet, I'm afraid. First I'm going to divulge some information to you."
He leant forward, but not too close. Lifts were small enough without him invading anymore personal space, when he didn't - yet - need to.
"You're dreaming."
The Abandoned Ghost Mansion of Villa de Vecchi
Ghosts, apparitions, piano sounds, unexplained lights, fountains of blood and satanic rituals — all rumors of the now famous “haunted mansion” in the village of Bindo in Cortenova, Italy. Yet Villa de Vecchi has all the trappings to live up to its image: an eery beauty, desolate location, abandoned for 75 years, and filled with the energy of a tragic past.
Villa de Vecchi is a beautiful abandoned Baroque villa in the moutains near Lake Como. A favorite locale for urban exploration and photography, it was once a grand mansion built by a nobleman.In the mid 19th century, Count Felix de Vecchi chose architect Alessandro Sidoli to design his home. Sidoli integrated the latest technologies, including running water and heating pipes. The villa was adorned with incredible frescoes and featured a grand piano in the hall.
According to local lore, Count de Vecchi allegedly returned home to find that his wife had been murdered and his daughter was missing. With no trace of her in sight, he spent months searching to no avail. Distraught and alone, de Vecchi committed suicide In 1862.
The mansion passed on to de Vecchi’s brother whose family spent summers there through the 1940s. Eventually the home was deserted and became known as the Ghost Mansion, an abandoned mansion with a chilling history and a haunted reputation. While an effort is underway to save the historic villa, its future remains uncertain.
sources 1, 2, 3, 4; photos by Jeff Kerwin
ilmaestronoir started following you
Cobb's job, unsurprisingly took him to most corners of the globe. There weren't many places he hadn't been, be it in the dream world, or in reality.
And so, looking down at his phone, sighing at the sight of zero bars, the same sight he'd been seeing for the past eight miles, Cobb tucked his cell back into one of his pockets, hope of calling the kids all but vanquished for the day.
codenamedeltaone started following you
Cobb looked her up and down, cautiously, his brows drawing together, eyes narrowing just slightly as he thought for a few moments.
He was an Extractor. The best, as far as he, and as far as anyone else, knew. After all, there weren't exactly many of them. Not really. Dream sharing was still a relatively new thing, and after the investigations into the idea, only certain people were viable for it. Tests were made, even for people within certain careers whom used the decade's greatest breakthrough.
As made evident over the years, he could find things even the dreamer wasn't aware of. Look into previous interactions with people, divulge lies, and even, sometimes, recover memories.
"How did you come by my name, Miss...?"
OPEN STARTER : Mr Charles
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Monika looked closely at the man, holding a glass of alcohol. In his eyes, she noticed a familiar sparkle.
She was sure that all her cards are open now. Her mask was destroyed into small pieces from how unseen face. After all, mysterious smile never left her face. The game is the usual behavior that won’t go away.
But she also has her own ways …
Monika bit her lip, putting away the glass full of alcohol. She got up from her place and looked at the man.
“Shall we ?”
Nodding, Cobb rose to his feet, placing his own glass on the bartop, having only taken one or two sips from it altogether anyway. He tried his best not to drink too much these days - after Mal's death, distanced from the kids, drink had been a friends, beckoning him with open arms. However, now...
He didn't need it.
Pushing his barstool neatly under, another glance around the room, it all having gone deathly quiet all of a sudden, even the rain pouring outside seeming to stop, upon him rising to his feet, before the smash of a glass, not too far away, gave a kickstart to the noise again.
"Good. Thank you for your cooperation."
Now, Cobb, if he got a job, he didn't ask who was asking. Not really. Sure, questions could be raised when things were particularly suspicious, however a job was a job.
Even one concerning Monika Wayne.
Leading towards a lift, he pressed the button, waiting for the lift to come to a stop, passing Arthur as he passed.
// gotta go for lesson in a few, so I'll do whatever replies I may have later.
ily guys, honestly.
and then i'll actually be able to look at blogs and shit, so yeah
OPEN STARTER : Mr Charles
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Monica felt a strange squeeze in her stomach. Everyone around behaved oddly. Everyone except a man who was sitting on her left. He knew where he was. Just like Monica, she knew what she had done …
Since today, dreams are no longer safe. Not for her.
When the stranger spoke, on Monica’s face appeared a small smile.
”Mr. Charles, what makes you think that I’m in danger ?”
He looks her up and down, familiarity flashing in his eyes, though only quickly. Not enough to be noticeable.
Because, really, he knows her. Through extensive research, done by himself and Arthur, detailed research, he knows, almost, everything. Everything he can know. Access to the records, wherever they were. Arthur was good with that, as was he.
They had contacts.
"Would you care to come with me? To speak somewhere more private?" He gives her a reassuring smile, a trustful one.
OPEN STARTER : Mr Charles
Dreaming. This he knew by the wedding ring clearly displayed on his finger, fairly tight, as a wedding ring is after wearing it for numerous years. Of course, were he awake, it wouldn't be there at all...
...In my dreams we're still together.
He glanced around, expression straight, before turning to the person on his right.
"My name's Mr Charles, and I have reason to believe you're in danger."
PSA : concerning starters, replies, etc.
so, rn, I'm using college wifi, and it won't actually let me on anyone's blogs because it's silly, so I'll give out a couple open starters, and reply to what's relevent.
I'll have to read people's rules later, sorry guys, I love you.
Erm, so, yeah...
Starters that are out (that I can currently remember):
Maria Hill - wasthatnotprocedure
Saito - ivealwayshatedthiscarpet
Starters I still need to write
Robert Fischer - fischerdreamsofbeaches
Bourne - codenamedeltaone
Replies 'owed' (except I don't like that word)
Ariadne - triednotto
Arthur - enxpointe
SO YEAH THIS IS KINDA FOR ME KINDA FOR YOU BUT NO PRESSURE WHATSOEVER OKAY? OKAY. I JUST WANNA BE ORGANISED AND HELPFUL.
I Love You | Woodkid
Is there anything I could do Just to get some attention from you?
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Arthur’s attempts at ignoring the images of his old friend were somewhat successful; but, it seemed; just knowing of their presence, was enough to make him feel on guard. He didn’t like the topic of conversation that was the Extractor’s wife; not anymore; especially not since the Fischer job.
It had been a dangerous thing, the group of them did. All the more dangerous by the vicious Shade that stalked their every move. And in truth; Arthur was still irritated about that.
He, hatefully, ended up losing just an inkling of trust with Dom.
However, the point man knew to grin widely upon coming into the room, searching out James and Phillipa; expression warm. “Hey, guys.” And, shortly, he moved to sit.
Now here, he wouldn’t enjoy lying; but he felt a desire to. It was embarrassing, really; knowing that he’d missed out on jobs, for such a long time; but if anyone was available for Arthur to trust with that knowledge, it was Dom. Hopefully.
“I’m… okay. Not as busy as I’d like to be, but that can change.”
Eyes remaining on the sittingroom door, watchful as ever over his children, from where he could hear the theme tune to Tom and Jerry playing quietly, he gave a small , almost silent laugh at them, seeing the two poking their heads back around the door.
"Hey, Uncle Arthur..."
As always, or at least, very often, their voices chirped in unision. Of course, it had been a while since the two had seen the Point Man, but the Extractor's guilt had played a large part in that. Yet it was for them - and so, Cobb didn't mind so much.
And he certainly still trusted the man opposite him.
'Uncle Arthur'...
"Okay," Cobb repeated, giving a slight nod of his head, turning his gaze back towards Arthur. "No, it's been the same here. Unsurprisingly. Have you spoken with the others?"
As they may have predicted, Cobb hadn't kept contact. He wasn't the best at that. His children, as always, were his priority. Always would be, now.
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The ordinary didn't need the skills of men like him - requesting extraction was for the wealthy, the powerful, and for those whose business wasn't... honest. Perhaps, sometimes, their hearts were in the right places. Perhaps. It was hard to tell, really. Still, as an Extractor, Dom Cobb was rather apt at reading people.
This one was slightly more...
difficult.
"Something I can help you with?"