[Welp, Eames can usually handle illegal gambling pretty well, but trying to forge a few chips has left him in a bad position, which is: on the ground with about six guys around him, ready to teach him a lesson.]
Come now, isn't six against one a little unfair?
[It definitely isn't a sneaky 'for the SIX GUYS', he's worried, but he sounds amused anyway. One punches him and he takes the hit to his eye.]
Great, that'll leave a mark. [But now, he's on his feet faster than you'd think a man with his bulk could be. He's not always keen to fight, but tonight, he's wanting to feel the crack of a jaw, a trickle of blood. He's already got two guys down, when he's distracted by someone turning the corner.]
b. I may still have talked too much
[Eames isn't really very picky about food, and he's eaten cuisine from all over the world. He picks something at a food truck and sits to eat at a bench, looking a little rougher than usual without his hair, but he does want to try to make friends. He smiles a little, patting the seat next to him.]
This seat's free.
c. dead man walking tonight
[The fight club was a reasonable place to expect to find answers. At least, until the bartender had decided Eames was asking too many questions and threw him in the fighting ring.
He comes out of it looking pissed as hell, though he'd certainly taken it out on his opponents. He's got blood running down his shirt and sweat gathering at the back of his neck. The blood seems to be coming from his nose, and he hasn't really stopped to do anything but wipe it on his sleeve.
He goes up to the bar, taking someone's drink and downing. I'm sorry, was that yours? He doesn't seem to notice.]
d. network; @peterian.staker
what do you dream about? do you remember them? I heard dreaming's a little different around here.
e. wildcard
[Thinking of something else? Hit me with whatever, or let's plot via pm or plurk!]
Eames | Inception
a. luck be a lady tonight
[Welp, Eames can usually handle illegal gambling pretty well, but trying to forge a few chips has left him in a bad position, which is: on the ground with about six guys around him, ready to teach him a lesson.]
Come now, isn't six against one a little unfair?
[It definitely isn't a sneaky 'for the SIX GUYS', he's worried, but he sounds amused anyway. One punches him and he takes the hit to his eye.]
Great, that'll leave a mark. [But now, he's on his feet faster than you'd think a man with his bulk could be. He's not always keen to fight, but tonight, he's wanting to feel the crack of a jaw, a trickle of blood. He's already got two guys down, when he's distracted by someone turning the corner.]
b. I may still have talked too much
[Eames isn't really very picky about food, and he's eaten cuisine from all over the world. He picks something at a food truck and sits to eat at a bench, looking a little rougher than usual without his hair, but he does want to try to make friends. He smiles a little, patting the seat next to him.]
This seat's free.
c. dead man walking tonight
[The fight club was a reasonable place to expect to find answers. At least, until the bartender had decided Eames was asking too many questions and threw him in the fighting ring.
He comes out of it looking pissed as hell, though he'd certainly taken it out on his opponents. He's got blood running down his shirt and sweat gathering at the back of his neck. The blood seems to be coming from his nose, and he hasn't really stopped to do anything but wipe it on his sleeve.
He goes up to the bar, taking someone's drink and downing. I'm sorry, was that yours? He doesn't seem to notice.]
d. network; @peterian.staker
what do you dream about? do you remember them? I heard dreaming's a little different around here.
e. wildcard
[Thinking of something else? Hit me with whatever, or let's plot via pm or plurk!]