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ataraxion2012-01-15 05:16 pm
eversohandsome) wrote in ataraxion2012-01-15 05:16 pm
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[Ataraxion, if you wanted a getaway driver from the streets of gangland, mobster-run London... well, you’ve got one now regardless.
Bob should probably be reacting with something a little more up the ‘fucking hell’ end of the scale, but he feels a bit sick and like he’s spent the last few days on a massive bender. More than that, he feels like his brain has been gathering dust, slow and sluggish where he’s expecting it to work a bit faster.
Everything seems to be just a little bit out of his reach, like thinking harder and trying to recall how he got in a weird looking pod thing with no clothes except his boxers... well, there’s kinky fucking shit and then there’s that. But even thinking as hard as he can manage despite the headache isn’t really getting him anywhere, the only thing he has managed is working out the new tattoo on his arm is a number that corresponds to a locker. And in that locker he found a jumpsuit, his lighter, chewing gum, his watch (now broken) and a car air freshener which all get shoved into the pocket of the outfit that makes him think of Formula 1 racing. At least he’s not mostly naked anymore?
But all of this culminates into the message he finally broadcasts to the network, unfiltered and unsecured. Anybody can find this if they’re looking...]
Think I might’ve fucked up somewhere back at Battersea. I... don’t exactly remember. Little help?
Bob should probably be reacting with something a little more up the ‘fucking hell’ end of the scale, but he feels a bit sick and like he’s spent the last few days on a massive bender. More than that, he feels like his brain has been gathering dust, slow and sluggish where he’s expecting it to work a bit faster.
Everything seems to be just a little bit out of his reach, like thinking harder and trying to recall how he got in a weird looking pod thing with no clothes except his boxers... well, there’s kinky fucking shit and then there’s that. But even thinking as hard as he can manage despite the headache isn’t really getting him anywhere, the only thing he has managed is working out the new tattoo on his arm is a number that corresponds to a locker. And in that locker he found a jumpsuit, his lighter, chewing gum, his watch (now broken) and a car air freshener which all get shoved into the pocket of the outfit that makes him think of Formula 1 racing. At least he’s not mostly naked anymore?
But all of this culminates into the message he finally broadcasts to the network, unfiltered and unsecured. Anybody can find this if they’re looking...]
Think I might’ve fucked up somewhere back at Battersea. I... don’t exactly remember. Little help?
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Your mate. The one you're looking for. He looks like me? Maybe I can help you find him?
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I'm sure he's a..[ okay, she seriously shouldn't be talking about eames right now. drawing attention to the man that no one has seen yet, not always the best idea. quickly changing topics from her friend to whatever. ]
I'm Ariadne. [ a small awkward smile spread across her face at that then, as she seriously wasn't sure what else to do. ]
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Alright, Ariadne?
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a slow bob of her head and she is looking at him curiously again, not sure how to fully respond to him, but yet, obviously wanting answers. ] What year is it for you? [ because this may be telling. (she is stretching okay. the girls nervous) ]
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...2008?
video; this is late >>
Would you believe me if I told you; you honestly look and sound just like someone I know from then? [ a shrug, as small frown appears on her face, taking a moment to just study him. ] Granted you look a bit younger. [ which suddenly has her wondering if it could be the younger version of Eames. :\ ]
What exactly do you do back home, Bob?
video; so is this <.< /SNUGGLES
Nah. I'm in space. I can believe just about anything now. Handsome bloke, then? [He grins as she frowns and his sole purpose for joking is to try and bring her back to the lighter end of this conversation. If there is one.]
Me? I'm a driver. [Yeah, okay. He's honest to a point but he has no idea how his new friend here will react to his less than legal profession. He doesn't want to push the few people he has bonded with here away.]
What about you?