cape_kore | ♠ first dream | day 81

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♠ first dream | day 81 | video ♦

[ The face that swims into view on the screen is at once amused, suspicious, and carefully constructed to show only the barest and mildest emotion. He's handsome in an unconventional way, rough around the edges but keen eyes curious. When he speaks, his voice is thick with a British accent ( at once posh and then not so much, as though he can't decide ), warm and begrudgingly impressed. ]

Hullo Cape Kore. Nice little place you've got here, innit? I mean it's all rather retro. [ Tapping the face of his new wrist adornment. ] I'm not saying that's bad per say, I just know a fellow who'd just go straight to palpitations if he saw the eighties were calling. [ Gaze flicking to the sun in the sky. Arthur had put him under, Arthur had been in control. Arthur never cocks up, so what the hell is this? ]

I've heard the lovely message that's been left for me. Not many people are able to kidnap me without my knowledge, someone’s got some rather astonishing skills. [ A smile that is at once sweet and sharp. No point in frightening off any locals that are actually helpful. No point making himself seem vulnerable if they aren't. He's not sure who's projections these are, let alone which dream. It certainly isn't his. ] I’d love to be pointed in the right direction though, be able to show my appreciation of a job well done. Can't find a single needle mark on me.

[ For those not in the know of terrible crime, that would tell him he's been drugged. ] Any takers? Though make it quick, eh? I've got a plane to catch.

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[Oh sure, Eames, rub your colour movies privilege in his face. As with most reminders of how far ahead everyone else in this fucking place seems, Charlie scowls.]

Charlie Luciano. Who the hell are yous?

[ Charlie you don't understand, scowling at him only encourages him. So he leans back against a brick wall and grins out right. ] If the wind changes that handsome face of yours is going to freeze like that. Believe me, that would be a bloody shame.

[ Now have a seamless lie. ] Richard. Richard Smith. I'd say it's nice to meet you but I'd have prefered a bar and a smidgen of locational awareness.

[Well hello. Charlie isn't any stranger to being flirted with by other men, but not often within the first few minutes of meeting them. Often. Depending on the locale. Charlie raises his eyebrows but he's noticeably less scowly.]

A bar we got, but I don't reckon no one's managed any of the other one.

[ A shrug of his shoulders. ] You win some, you lose some.

[ Flirting seems to do the trick though. Interesting. Because Eames knows not to rock the boat in a dream ... Except, is it? He hadn't thought to forge because the message had played and he can't be seen as a hostile or strange invasion. Later he'll try. Later he'll panic. ] It is an island, yes? How many people are here?

I dunno. Fifty? I ain't keeping fucking track.

It ain't an island, but might as well be. Ain't no one's founds a way out yet.

[ He has a gun in his pocket. Where this a normal job he'd just shoot himself out. But thanks to Cobb and his fucking martyr complex if he tries to kick out he's going to end up in Limbo.

For a brief, horrifying moment he thinks maybe he already is. ]

Walking out doesn't work then?

Not so fucking much. Few people who tried, they got stopped pretty damn quickly.

Guards? [ He thinks of Arthur's dream. Not everyone ended up militarised. It could happen again, he supposes. The friendly ones warning him off with the threat of further action. ]

Wild animals. Sos I've heard.

Maybe some people are just a little passionate in their illicit behaviours. [ A smirk. ] It's been known to happen.

If only. Would makes things a little more fucking interesting around heres.

[ Not sorry, Charlie. ] No nightlife? I feel like my rights are violated. The right to copulate indiscriminately. And actual fuck you to whoever's keeping me here.

Like I says, there's a bar here. Though we're running out of booze fast. My partner and I, we got this game going to.

Can't help you with the last one though it sure sounds fucking great.

[And as for the middle one he feels you, Eames, this is why he hates small towns. You are so limited in your casual sex opportunities.]

Well, it would be. [ He winks then. It's not really his fault. Eames needs information and he can read so many situations so quickly. Clearly this is the best way to go with this man and he doesn't mind it really.

( He's been trapped in too many rooms with Arthur, lust and anger mixing like a dangerous cocktail. ) ] Ah, so this is literally a village of the damned? What else are we low on?

What ain't we low on? Food. Cigarettes.

[Drugs. Porn.]

[ There's a shift as he tugs something from his inside pocket and then he's holding up a silver cigarette case. ]

Always prepared.

[ Also his mouth more than makes up for the porn. ]

[GDI Eames would you flaunt water in front of a man dying of thirst. It probably painfully obvious the way Charlie's eyes lock on the cigarette case as soon Eames takes it out of his pocket. Want. Now.]

You gonna quit being an asshole and share one of those?

Awh, name-calling already? This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

[ A pause, considering. ] How about you direct me to the nearest watering hole and I'll share.

Ain't name calling when it's fucking true.

[Also, 'name-calling?' Are you five?

All the same he rattles off directions to the bar. It's a small place, you'll find it quickly. Charlie will carefully time himself to show up just late enough to not seem desperate for the cigarette.]

[ He's already propped up against the bar, jacket still on because it hides the pistol strapped to his body. He smiles when Charlie enters, dragging his gaze down the man and then back up. It's either very flirtatious or he's sizing him up. Could be both. ]

Hullo Charlie.

[Given where he comes from, he's inclined to think it's the latter. Most people he does business with tend to be very keen observers of other people.

Someone else showing up in a suit, finally. If you can call it a suit. It has a jacket anyway. Charlie's own suit is hanging in his closet still. He only has the one, after all, and he wants to keep it in good shape if he can.]

Yeah.

[He pulls a stool up to the bar, and orders a whiskey.]

Sos I filled my end of the bargain, heres. You got something for me?

[ He produces the cigarette holder with a flourish, one already poking out at the edge. Then he holds out his lighter, infinitely helpful. He watches Charlie out of the corner eye as he orders his own drink. It tastes real enough but then again, dreams are real when you're in them. ]

Mm. So, shortage of cigarettes and booze. Is this a battle royale situation? Where we slowly drive ourselves insane and off every single other member of the town?

[Oh thank fucking god. Charlie doesn't bother trying to cover up his obvious sigh of relief as he takes his first deep drag in. That's the fucking stuff. He has a second one before answering, blowing the smoke out from his nose as he usually does.]

Seems fucking likely things keep going how they been.

[Hell, where hes from they tried to take just booze away and there's plenty of killing going on over that.]

[ An attractive man blissed out by wrapping his lips around something? Save him, jesus. So he swallows down half of his drink immediately, twists to his side so he can watch him. ]

So let's start from the top, what can you tell me about this place?

Dunno. That depends what it worth to yous.

[He's noticed that Eames is watching him. It's been pretty fucking obvious since he spoke to him, after all. So he just takes another particularly long drag on his cigarettes, licking his lips before blowing a plume of smoke out again.]

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