Log | Closed | Ongoing
When; Backdated to early morning November 1st, after the masquerade curse
Rating; PG-13 for mild swearing, maybe?
Characters; musntbeboring, construire; elevatorkick
Summary; In which they wake up to find that they've stolen a car. A very important someone's car.
Log;
[ There's a lot of things going on at the moment. For one, there's a parked, expensive-looking Audi on a side street in one of the less busy areas of town. There's three people in its general vicinity, all dressed very nicely. The sky is a dark bluish color tinged with a little bit of red - the color of dawn as the sun first peeks over the horizon. Under this pleasant sky, Arthur currently has Eames held up against the side of the car, his fists curled in the lapels of Eames' expensive coat as he speaks in a quiet, deadly tone. ]
Eames. We are taking this car. We are driving it very carefully back to City Solutions. And we are telling Mr. Stark that this was all a terrible misunderstanding. A terrible one. You got that?
[ He's perfectly aware that Ariadne's about five feet away and gawking at him like he's crazy. Maybe he is. He knows he was the night before. His memory's a bit fuzzy, but he recalls it all too well. For now, focusing his anger on the one who suggested that they dress up in the first place seems like a good idea. ]
Rating; PG-13 for mild swearing, maybe?
Characters; musntbeboring, construire; elevatorkick
Summary; In which they wake up to find that they've stolen a car. A very important someone's car.
Log;
[ There's a lot of things going on at the moment. For one, there's a parked, expensive-looking Audi on a side street in one of the less busy areas of town. There's three people in its general vicinity, all dressed very nicely. The sky is a dark bluish color tinged with a little bit of red - the color of dawn as the sun first peeks over the horizon. Under this pleasant sky, Arthur currently has Eames held up against the side of the car, his fists curled in the lapels of Eames' expensive coat as he speaks in a quiet, deadly tone. ]
Eames. We are taking this car. We are driving it very carefully back to City Solutions. And we are telling Mr. Stark that this was all a terrible misunderstanding. A terrible one. You got that?
[ He's perfectly aware that Ariadne's about five feet away and gawking at him like he's crazy. Maybe he is. He knows he was the night before. His memory's a bit fuzzy, but he recalls it all too well. For now, focusing his anger on the one who suggested that they dress up in the first place seems like a good idea. ]