Okay, so I've got you a date with a guy who I think is totally hot. His name is Cassie and he'll meet you at The Coliseum on [Pick a date] at [And a time].
[ Eames is in the midst of rifling through his luggage, spaced out across the width of his hotel room. Trying to find something wearable for Stephen, it seems, is harder than he originally thought (he thinks they might have had better luck searching through Arthur's things, but then again, perhaps it'd have been too small). ]
When you come to a place where you might be spending all of your money, it would do to at least look as though you might have money.
[ Walking around in front of the television still on, Arthur is mumbling on his phone to someone as he then strides over to where Stephen is sitting. He very lightly kicks Stephen's shin and nods his head as if to say get up before he covers the phone's receiver with his hand and shouts back to Eames: ] Did you just assume he had money? [ Then he pulls a measuring tape from the inside pocket of his own suit jacket, and gestures for Stephen - who is hopefully standing by now - to raise his arms. ]
Everyone has a bit of money! He said so himself- he wasn't planning to spend all of it, is all.
[ Eames pulls one of his jackets from his suitcase, draping it over an arm as he rifles through for a shirt, as well as trousers. When he peeks over his shoulder to see Arthur with the tape, though, his lips twist in amusement, tone wry. ]
Darling, I don't think we have enough time to get something fitted for him now.
[ He shakes his bundle of clothes in Stephen's general direction. ] Go try these on.
he comes stepping along he doesn't even break the branches where he's been and gonecommarogueOctober 27 2011, 16:14:00 UTC
[ Or ... not. Because Faith's just kind of strolling in like the pain in the ass she is. Of course, having had the kind of week she's been having, there's more cranky to go around and a need for more beer. ]
Yo, Stills! Neil?
[ Which she left in Stephen's fridge. Oh, and she'll also say she's checking up on Stephen. ]
You try tell a guy you're on sometimes-bodyguard duty and he goes running off under full moons and looking for trouble. [ Swig. ]
he comes stepping along he doesn't even break the branches where he's been and gonetotallyinabandOctober 27 2011, 16:27:03 UTC
[It takes a moment before the wolf becomes fully aware of everything around him. He remembers pain - howling at the moon as his body changed form. He remembers lying in a heap on the floor panting, his fur on edge. He remembers pacing the room, trying to find an exit. And he remembers hunger. Has he ever been this hungry before? He can't remember. He hears strange new noises. A door opening and shutting. The click and snap of a beer can. The shuffle of feet. And then that smell... wafting under the door. Without even thinking about it, he scrambles up onto his hind legs and presses against the closed door, which swings open.
Hi Faith! There is a rather large and nasty-looking wolf snarling at you from Stephen's bedroom doorway.]
he comes stepping along he doesn't even break the branches where he's been and gonecommarogueOctober 27 2011, 16:37:37 UTC
[ The scratching draws her attention, and Faith turns around as she takes another sip from the bottle. The split second decision time as the door flies open leaves her confused because hello, last she checked, Stephen didn't own a dog. Also, she's not really interested in wasting this perfectly good beer.
So Faith lets out something of a surprised bark of her own before backing up toward the counter. Okay, beer's safe. Moving on. ]
Nice pooch. That's a good boy, you want, uh... [ Blindly grabbing at-- ] ...a bowl of rice?
he comes stepping along he doesn't even break the branches where he's been and gonetotallyinabandOctober 27 2011, 16:40:26 UTC
[The wolf keeps inching forward, growling. The creature is making some sort of noises, which is not distracting from how good it smells. And he's got it cornered... just one leap forward and it'll be dinner time.]
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Have fun! I want a full report when it's over.
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[Stills is unimpressed. And giving you his best 'you have failed me as a friend'.]
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[ Eames is in the midst of rifling through his luggage, spaced out across the width of his hotel room. Trying to find something wearable for Stephen, it seems, is harder than he originally thought (he thinks they might have had better luck searching through Arthur's things, but then again, perhaps it'd have been too small). ]
When you come to a place where you might be spending all of your money, it would do to at least look as though you might have money.
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[Stephen is flopped on the nearby hotel chair, flicking through his phone with obvious disinterest.]
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[ Eames pulls one of his jackets from his suitcase, draping it over an arm as he rifles through for a shirt, as well as trousers. When he peeks over his shoulder to see Arthur with the tape, though, his lips twist in amusement, tone wry. ]
Darling, I don't think we have enough time to get something fitted for him now.
[ He shakes his bundle of clothes in Stephen's general direction. ] Go try these on.
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you knock someone up?
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Yo, Stills! Neil?
[ Which she left in Stephen's fridge. Oh, and she'll also say she's checking up on Stephen. ]
You try tell a guy you're on sometimes-bodyguard duty and he goes running off under full moons and looking for trouble. [ Swig. ]
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Hi Faith! There is a rather large and nasty-looking wolf snarling at you from Stephen's bedroom doorway.]
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So Faith lets out something of a surprised bark of her own before backing up toward the counter. Okay, beer's safe. Moving on. ]
Nice pooch. That's a good boy, you want, uh... [ Blindly grabbing at-- ] ...a bowl of rice?
[ Fucking Stephen and his fucking bird food. ]
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