Inception Fill Graveyard
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Many of us have a lot of unfinished works just sitting around. Many of those works will never be finished. This is a shame, but that is the way it goes ( Read more... )
Many of us have a lot of unfinished works just sitting around. Many of those works will never be finished. This is a shame, but that is the way it goes ( Read more... )
No, no, that’s wrong. Arthur first sees Eames at the grocery store. No, that’s wrong, too.
The first time they meet, neither of them cares. They don’t know each other’s names and they don’t try to find out. It’s not a party, and there are no parents involved, and Arthur just wants to go back to smoking. It’s at the park near school, and Arthur is in Ariadne’s car at the far end of the lot, and between the two of them, they’ve had five cigarettes. It’s five in the afternoon.
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Eames doesn’t hate Americans the way everyone in Europe hates Americans. Americans are fat, lazy, rude, and stupid. So, he figures, are the English, and the French are at least rude and lazy. He doesn’t hate anyone, really, except maybe his mom, but that’s why he’s here, anyway, isn’t it?
Oh, well. It is.
He signs up for the exchange program and all he sees is USA, emblazoned on the pamphlet in sparkling red white and blue. He misses that whole “our sister campus is in the back end of fucking nowhere” part.
The dorms are cheap and nothing like back home, and he finds himself staring woefully at the closed doors of every establishment.
It’s a college town.
Nothing is open past eight.
Fuck, he thinks. Fuck.
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Ariadne coughs, tucking her chin into her scarf. It’s January. Arthur reaches up to the cracked window to ash.
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