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♠ third dream | day 99 | video ♦
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plagiary[ Today Mr. Eames is wearing an ill-fitting shirt that opens wide at the collar and exposes the black swirl of ink against his chest. His free hand is wrapped tightly around a cup of hot water, the steam rising to play against the edges of the feed. ]
All right, desperate times and all. I was going to save these - [ Flicking his fingers as though pushing through water and lifting the battered pack of cigarettes up from the table into view. ] - until I found a person with coffee. Or Earl Grey. Now I'm thinking my efforts would be better spent gathering a little more information. [ Willingly or unwillingly, he has a plan. ] I've been watching you lot and I can only surmise we all have our own specialist fields. Whether it be that you're a doctor or you spend your weekends fighting dragons, we've all got something that defines us. And right now I'm looking for someone who's interests lie in a labratory. Any of you charming people happen to be a chemist? [ A bright smile that shows off his crooked teeth and makes his expression darker. ] I need someone. I need someone to have a little chat with, it won't take long. And I'm very good company.
[ His plan is as follows. Bribe, barter, steal his way into possession of enough chemicals to make somnacin. Find someone to build a PASIV. Figure out if he's dreaming. But the vague of criminal undertone doesn't have to be said. Eames' pose is loose and welcoming but there's something about the way the fabric pulls taught against his muscles that promise he is capable of great violence. But that brings him to his next point. ] And anyone who's any good at cobbling together these retro bits of machinery. I know I certainly have a soft spot for the eighties but we've made a good way in the world and I miss my sodding iPad.
Just remember: you don't have to be a smoker, you just have to be aware that these are as valuable as gold dust. Prison rules seem to have set in quickly. You can find me at house fourteen.
All right, desperate times and all. I was going to save these - [ Flicking his fingers as though pushing through water and lifting the battered pack of cigarettes up from the table into view. ] - until I found a person with coffee. Or Earl Grey. Now I'm thinking my efforts would be better spent gathering a little more information. [ Willingly or unwillingly, he has a plan. ] I've been watching you lot and I can only surmise we all have our own specialist fields. Whether it be that you're a doctor or you spend your weekends fighting dragons, we've all got something that defines us. And right now I'm looking for someone who's interests lie in a labratory. Any of you charming people happen to be a chemist? [ A bright smile that shows off his crooked teeth and makes his expression darker. ] I need someone. I need someone to have a little chat with, it won't take long. And I'm very good company.
[ His plan is as follows. Bribe, barter, steal his way into possession of enough chemicals to make somnacin. Find someone to build a PASIV. Figure out if he's dreaming. But the vague of criminal undertone doesn't have to be said. Eames' pose is loose and welcoming but there's something about the way the fabric pulls taught against his muscles that promise he is capable of great violence. But that brings him to his next point. ] And anyone who's any good at cobbling together these retro bits of machinery. I know I certainly have a soft spot for the eighties but we've made a good way in the world and I miss my sodding iPad.
Just remember: you don't have to be a smoker, you just have to be aware that these are as valuable as gold dust. Prison rules seem to have set in quickly. You can find me at house fourteen.