Jul 18, 2010 22:54
Dominic Cobb's personal workspace.
2230
It's not real, it's not real-
His kids were upstairs asleep. He'd been leaving them with a nanny lately as he'd started working. What with the influential "Cobb Securities" back in business, business had been booming.
He could have cared less.
The room is awash in drawings-sketches that are yellowed with age and rust of buildings. They range from the obscure to the mundane, from the fantastic to the abnormal. With the seeming death-
It's not real. It's not real.
He fancied he could feel her watching him.
But he shoved that aside in favor of the drawings he was doing. A casino, richly detailed. Half of this was being an art director and he was-regardless of what his team thought-the best.
It's not real, it's not real
Are you sure Dom?
He whirled, "Who-"
Please. He swallowed a lump in his throat, Don't..
arthur,
roleplay,
cobb