;; my icon stacks...

m-my beautiful icon stacks...

damn you you fickle mun lj

[ Hotel bar. Third drink and counting. ] ⇔ Arthur to Eames

* chin on her palm, watching you *

* chin on her palm, watching you *

[ Midnight. A text: ]

Right. So. Prom.  ⇔ Robert to Eames

You make it sound so dirty.

I can't believe they're half decent.

Well? Come on now, don't dally.

I thought you weren't gonna come.

Eames has been shot and Arthur's patching her back up.

* wanders into the library, looking misplaced *

Here’s the thing about working in the dreamshare business. It’s not always with a team.

There are people who work with a team, and then there are team players. Eames is the former, though she would have you believe she is the latter. Eames will work with a group but she’s never without her means. The team could walk out on her and she would, for ( Read more... )