OPEN and INCOMPLETE.
Characters: Eames (dreamesbig), Arthur (specificities) and any one else around!
Setting/Location: Streamdrab.
Date & Time: Day nine.
Warnings: none!
Summary: Just another one of those "waking up" posts. Everyone is free to join!
Did the plane crash, or was this another dream?
The question raced across his mind as Eames’ eyes cracked open, the unfamiliar smell of the “earth” possessed his nose, dominating his senses. Smelled like lowtide, but something was a little bit… off? Well, he’ll find out soon enough. With a push against the ground, Eames got up on his feet, brushing off whatever bug, dirt and hopefully smell might be lingering on his suit. God would only know if this ended up being Limbo after going through all of that, and Cobb had better double his share when this was over.
With a grumble of disapproval, Eames slid his hand down his right pocket, searching for his totem, fingers brushing over its ragged texture. When he was sure it was the right one, he grabbed it and pulled it out, examining. His eyes narrowed as the seconds went by, realizing his fate. “…Bloody hell,” he cursed under his breath, dropping the poker chip to its home. It seemed like reality by the basic ‘laws’ of dreaming, but still, something was wrong.
Briefly, he tried to remember the last thing that had happened. …Okay, he was in the plane to Los Angeles. Fighting projections, forging Browning… skiing, explosions… The mission was complete, wasn’t it? After witnessing the completion of the inception, he blew up the tower-the kick. He remembered opening his eyes, lying down with a bright light above (was it an elevator? Very crafty, Arthur, he thought, but it was apparently not enough; he was stuck somewhere---perhaps not a dream, but it sure damn felt like one). And then, the feeling of falling.
Well, there was no use in just standing around and contemplate the meaning of reality, was there? If Eames had awakened here, the others must’ve been around as well. With a sigh of defeat, he began strolling toward the woods, hoping he’d run into someone he knew.
Setting/Location: Streamdrab.
Date & Time: Day nine.
Warnings: none!
Summary: Just another one of those "waking up" posts. Everyone is free to join!
Did the plane crash, or was this another dream?
The question raced across his mind as Eames’ eyes cracked open, the unfamiliar smell of the “earth” possessed his nose, dominating his senses. Smelled like lowtide, but something was a little bit… off? Well, he’ll find out soon enough. With a push against the ground, Eames got up on his feet, brushing off whatever bug, dirt and hopefully smell might be lingering on his suit. God would only know if this ended up being Limbo after going through all of that, and Cobb had better double his share when this was over.
With a grumble of disapproval, Eames slid his hand down his right pocket, searching for his totem, fingers brushing over its ragged texture. When he was sure it was the right one, he grabbed it and pulled it out, examining. His eyes narrowed as the seconds went by, realizing his fate. “…Bloody hell,” he cursed under his breath, dropping the poker chip to its home. It seemed like reality by the basic ‘laws’ of dreaming, but still, something was wrong.
Briefly, he tried to remember the last thing that had happened. …Okay, he was in the plane to Los Angeles. Fighting projections, forging Browning… skiing, explosions… The mission was complete, wasn’t it? After witnessing the completion of the inception, he blew up the tower-the kick. He remembered opening his eyes, lying down with a bright light above (was it an elevator? Very crafty, Arthur, he thought, but it was apparently not enough; he was stuck somewhere---perhaps not a dream, but it sure damn felt like one). And then, the feeling of falling.
Well, there was no use in just standing around and contemplate the meaning of reality, was there? If Eames had awakened here, the others must’ve been around as well. With a sigh of defeat, he began strolling toward the woods, hoping he’d run into someone he knew.