[ There are benefits to searching through the neighbourhoods that got bombed out before the government realized that bombing had minimal affect on the sheer mass of zombies. A lot of people left things behind. Fewer people have been back to pick over what was left. And the lines of sight are better ( Read more... )

[ When Arthur arrives at the warehouse early, he finds it already occupied. ]

[ After that first meeting out on the football field, Eames notices Arthur around more often and sets out on a campaign to pay closer attention (since obviously he needs to). Mostly, this means saying hi in the halls or just waving if he catches Arthur's eye in cafeteria at lunch. He tries not to make a big deal about it, so that Arthur doesn't ( Read more... )

[ There's a boy seated at the top of the bleachers for the duration of practice, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled up over his head and his shoulders hunched as he bends over the notebook in his lap. He's there every practice, but is never really acknowledged by any of the other boys except for an occasional taunt on their way back to the locker ( Read more... )

[ The weather is hot and clinging like its decided that it doesn't care that the sun has set hours ago and that, traditionally, this is the period in the day when the heat breaks. The sad creaky fan on the ceiling spins around and around, wobbling on its axis and doing its best to shift the air around. Usually Eames likes weather like this but ( Read more... )

[ She's rubbing the inside of her wrist, frowning slightly. ]

I swear Maryse has given me a rash.

[ When they make it past the young woman with the brightly colored hair collecting tickets, Arthur weaves his way past the crowd formed at the mouth of the elevator and makes for the stairs instead. He's checked and double checked the exhibition book and he knows specifically where he wants to go first. He doesn't even give galleries lined with ( Read more... )

[ Eames wakes up, rubbing a hand over his breastbone in mild irritation. ]

[ From the kitchen, Arthur calls: ] Red or white? Or something stronger?

[ Somewhere in the disquieting lull of unconsciousness, there is the sound of pages turning. ]