Anon commenting is on, and IP tracking is off. 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
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Ariadne/Arthur, College AUcallixAugust 31 2010, 02:47:06 UTC
He only needed one name within the department and by the second week of classes, they knew who Arthur was. The freshmen architecture students would text one another if someone happened to catch a glimpse of him. A blurry cellphone shot of Arthur in the juniors’ studio with his sleeves rolled up chewing on a pencil made the rounds among them faster than gossip about the breakup of Michelle McMahon and Spencer Tran
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Arthur/Eames High School AUonthecountAugust 31 2010, 02:59:32 UTC
They meet at the grocery store.
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
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Really. Arthur shifts against his restraints, irritable that his gun has been taken from him. This, this is an abuse of dream-sharing, he thinks. Crazy people are crazy. Their dreams are unpredictable, their subconscious worse-their projections are fucking insane, dangerous
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He stayed at least five paces behind her from when they left customs to when she stepped onto the platform to catch a cab into the city. Arthur stepped onto the curb beside her, their sleeves brushing as they did, and set down his suitcase. It startled her. She had expected him to keep his distance as the whole team had done, but here he was smiling at her gently
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Joe/Tom fffff
anonymous
August 31 2010, 03:22:31 UTC
idk why I am anon, it is going to be obvious who I am ):
Tom has this problem.
It's name is Joseph.
And maybe it's simply because of that, and maybe it's because he's missing some braincells from cocaine and heroin, but whatever it is because of, he stares. It's not a vacant, empty stare; it's a piercing, hard look that doesn't waver in the slightest. And it's directed at Joe for the larger part of the filming.
This is not either of their faults.
The blame lies with whoever decided to put Joe in those slacks, because they fit right in all the wrong places, and wrong in all the right ones. And Tom tries, he honestly tries, to stare at anything else. But when he tries to stare at the upper half of that lean body, he starts to follow the lines of his abs down until he hits the belt, and right under that-- And when he tries to stare at the lower half, all he can imagine is those long legs wrapped around his waist, and what would hang between them
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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.
*
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 ( ... )
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Fuck private jobs.
Really. Arthur shifts against his restraints, irritable that his gun has been taken from him. This, this is an abuse of dream-sharing, he thinks. Crazy people are crazy. Their dreams are unpredictable, their subconscious worse-their projections are fucking insane, dangerous ( ... )
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Tom has this problem.
It's name is Joseph.
And maybe it's simply because of that, and maybe it's because he's missing some braincells from cocaine and heroin, but whatever it is because of, he stares. It's not a vacant, empty stare; it's a piercing, hard look that doesn't waver in the slightest. And it's directed at Joe for the larger part of the filming.
This is not either of their faults.
The blame lies with whoever decided to put Joe in those slacks, because they fit right in all the wrong places, and wrong in all the right ones. And Tom tries, he honestly tries, to stare at anything else. But when he tries to stare at the upper half of that lean body, he starts to follow the lines of his abs down until he hits the belt, and right under that-- And when he tries to stare at the lower half, all he can imagine is those long legs wrapped around his waist, and what would hang between them ( ... )
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