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Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere) (Tag;; Liz - June 30th, 2011)

corym_forger — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 21:17:59 GMT

Going out to the club was a special treat for Cory, particularly with what she had in mind. A little visit to her favorite chemist and she would be flying high all night, maybe even into the next. She had a plan, get wasted and have some fun before flying off to some job in Morocco. Besides, a night with Liz was certain to be fun, even completely sober. It had been weeks since she managed to successfully ditch the ever so nice man who'd taken her out to dinner, and she was looking for a more 'bad boy' or maybe 'bad girl' to spend the night with. Life was short and London was full of beautiful people to spend her precious time with.

Striding into Liz's normal hangout, Cory grinned when she saw the tiny Brit. Really, while Cory was concerned a bit about just how many drugs Liz used, the woman was a pro. God knows Cory couldn't make Somnacin sober, let alone high as a kite like Liz sometimes did. "Hello sweetie, how are you and what are you on?" If Liz was taking it, it had to be fantastic.

Hello, Goodbye (Tag: Eduardo, May 22nd 2011)

corym_forger — Sun, 22 May 2011 04:37:25 GMT

Standing in the middle of the Victoria and Albert, Cory looked for her target. It was a game she played in museums when she didn't have someone with her, picking someone and trailing them until they noticed her. It was almost amusing just how unaware of the world some people were. Still, she didn't pick just anyone to follow, families and children were off limits, that was plain creepy, same with old people and couples. She liked following loners like her, less likely to be creeped out by a pretty girl following them.

Looking over the crowd of people coming into the lobby, Cory spotted a good target. He was tall, rather attractive if she was honest with herself, and the way he continued without stopping told Cory he didn't have a girlfriend getting her purse checked. Walking briskly but still quietly, she followed him through the different exhibit rooms, careful to keep the numerous display cases between them. When she got closer, Cory could see he was Latino probably from the skin tone and facial features, and about her age. He looked tired as well, and a bit jumpy. Cory almost felt bad for him, but this was just some random civilian, he probably didn't even know she was there.

it couldn't hurt...much [ tag: eames ; march 20th]

delilah_taft — Fri, 20 May 2011 22:15:17 GMT

New York City was usually her default city to end up in when she had nothing else going on. She blended in very well, and there was an endless amount of hiding places in case things began to go south. The only drawback was that this city seemed to be a common denominator among people of her trade, so invitations like this was were not uncommon once the rumor mill started up that she was in town. Delilah was just about to settle into her room, put on a nice cop drama that she tried to keep up with from city to city...when she got this text:

"Hey gorgeous,
what's up? Your peppy attitude and short skirts got you dead yet?
If still alive and not in prison, let me know how things are.
ps. hope you've dumped your psycho boyfriend. xxxxxxxxx"

She could not have hid the grin on her face even if she wanted to. He always knew how to cheer her up. As the texts continued, it ended up being a night out, and she found herself in the short skirt that he mentioned in his first text. As she got herself ready, she smirked in the mirror, remembering the time she managed to get him in his skivvies in the middle of a shisha lounge, and how she got drunk and did the same damn thing. He made a bad girl out of her, honestly. After applying her lipstick--red, just in his honor--she took one last look and walked out, the credits rolling on her cop drama.

Delilah Taft hailed a cab and texted him a picture of the street signs outside. "almost there, darling. still can't believe you managed to drag me out," she texted him with the picture, shaking her head back and forth at the silliness of all of this. When finally she arrived at the little bar, she walked toward him and the booth he sat in. As she slid down, plopping her purse in between the two of them, she grinned up at him in the way she always had. "Nice seeing you again, Mr. Eames. It's been a while." A small kiss was planted on his cheek and she leaned back, watching the waiter make his way over to them.

When I Get You Alone [backdate; Feb 15]

fischer_king — Sat, 12 Feb 2011 23:41:14 GMT

He was getting entirely too old for so many late nights. Going out clubbing, drinking too much, or just staying up all night working on things like he'd been doing recently, waking up at four AM with his laptop still on in bed with him.

Robert climbed out of bed sometime in the mid-afternoon, dragging himself to the kitchen to make some tea. Cory was already gone, to god knows where, so he didn't really bother with clothes. He'd been seeing Eames far too often over the last month to really care about clothes, the Brit had a tendency to impose horrible habits on him.

Speaking of which, he grabbed his phone off the counter, immediately texting Eames to see if he would be out with Liz again, getting abysmally drunk and forgetting anything he did.

"so I don't have the same volume of alcohol at my residence as usual, but what are you doing today? are you going to be busy? just me here, I think. xo."

A Very Belated Christmas ((Tag;; Luca, Feb 3rd 2011))

deutsche_dreams — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 02:28:25 GMT

It was a quiet night and Max didn't really know what to do with himself. Katrin was back at the center for a few days of testing, he'd finished a job recently enough that he hadn't had the time to find one, and well, he was just out of things to do. Karl wouldn't want him to call probably, since that's what Max had done the day before and Max couldn't think up a manly excuse that could work as code for "I'm lonely and bored, entertain me."

Collapsing on the couch, Max flicked through the channels for what felt like the fiftieth time. Der König der Löwen managed to hold his attention for a few minutes, but then the dad died and Max had to change the channel before his man-card got revoked for crying over a cartoon lion. Stumbling into the kitchen, Max was staring at his pitifully bare fridge when he heard a knock at the door.

clásico. [ january 15 ]

eduardo_cuervo — Thu, 06 Jan 2011 09:10:28 GMT

He was given two weeks to complete a team so Eduardo Cuervo had absolutely no time to waste. His first initiative was to track down and find the only Point he'd known and ask her if she would please help him. With some consideration Ms. Taft decided it wouldn't be hard to grant him help from afar, but there was a small chance of her having a bigger job near where she was staying with the brute of a boyfriend, so from afar was good enough for him.

Throughout the planning process, however, Eduardo was sure he would end up needing a forger of some kind. There were apparently two talented forgers around the area, though he was working with very strict geographic guidelines here. Delilah had informed him of a red-headed forger named Cory. Whether or not this was her real name didn't much bother him--she was able to be tracked down.

He checked his cell phone one brisk morning before heading into a bookshop. The immediate word that came to Eduardo's mind when he glanced around the quaint store was "dainty"--but then, there were some doilies around, so perhaps this title was deserved. With his hands in the pocket of his peacoat he began to casually stroll around. His dark eyes scanned the aisles as if he were just looking for any old book. Eduardo had dodged several employees ("Yes, I am just looking, thank you", "No, I don't need any help, thanks") when he happened upon the classics section.

There, in the middle of aisle, stood what he could only assume was the red-headed forger. He walked down the aisle as if he were looking for something until finally he reached the Shakespeare section. She must have not gotten enough of this garbage in high school. Ahh, well, thank you Mr. Kraft for the lessons on Shakespeare. They will finally come in handy.

"Julius Caesar was always my favorite," he said off-handishly. It had been so long since he'd done anything related to this sort of work that he felt a little shaky on his proverbial legs. It was a good thing he found red hair to be adorable.

in small doses. [tag; Eames] [Jan28]

fischer_king — Tue, 04 Jan 2011 23:11:43 GMT

Robert headed out at about 7:40, dressed as warmly as he could, bundled up in a hoodie and his peacoat, starting the walk to Covent Garden. He was, of course, wildly worried about Eames. The text messages had been weird, random, and quite suspect. It couldn't be good. He didn't even know what to do if Eames was already drunk, had started without him. Whatever he was about to walk into, he didn't think it would be fun.

He hadn't heard from Eames for quite a while, but he was already getting mental images in his head of how he'd had to guide Arthur to bed and make sure he didn't die in his sleep- after getting punched in the skull, of course.

Robert stepped inside the pub just a few minutes before 8PM, hanging up his coat and his hoodie by the door before heading over to the bar to look for Eames, trying to hide the concern he felt and doing a fairly decent job. When he spotted his friend at the bar, he immediately slid onto the stool next to him, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Eames... what's up?"

Tis The Season (tag; Gathering Post) (December 11th)

forgerydarling — Tue, 14 Dec 2010 01:17:42 GMT

Eames had no idea why he somehow cared enough about the Christmas Spirit this year in order to organise some sort of shindig.
Maybe because his boyfriend/lover/Pointman was a grinch year-long and he felt it sensible to continue his lifetime trend of being Arthur's polar opposite in everything he did - Yin and Yang; balance of the world; order & chaos.

And basically he really liked a party. Eames was the sort of man who'd take any opportunity to booze it up and eat too much. Any excuse for over indulging and making a mess of himself was an opportunity he'd grasp with both hands and not let go.

So he organised rather than did his actual job, booked out an entire bar and club for a night in the rather posh London borough of Kensington & Chelsea, and paid an obscene amount for it to be professionally decorated like some insane Winter Wonderland.
Because nobody would expect internationally wanted criminals to be partying in pleasant, tidy, posh Kensington, would they?
He'd even hired a Santa for people to sit on Father Christmas' lap, and two slutty scantily clad and very buxom 'elves'.

Eames was vey much the sort of man who liked to out do people, and he was determined to throw the sort of christmas party that criminals would be discussing for the entirety of 2011 at the very least.
It gave him some sort of cheap amusement to party plan afterall, what with Arthur so busy prepping for their next job. A Pointman's work was never done it seemed!

The date was set for December 18th, and the invitations sent out to all of Eames' contacts (the ones he liked, anyhow), with a note for them to invite whoever they wished, with a few provisos;

"Dear Friend/Colleague/Person of Ill Repute,

You are cordially invited to a Christmas Party of the most traditionally decadent means this December 18th, doors opening at 8pm.
You may bring with you anyone you like, with a few exceptions. They must:

a) Not be in any way linked to law enforcement, either locally or internationally.
b) Not have any desire to do physical harm to your Kind & Lovely Host, one Mr. Eames.
c) Not be currently the subject of an FBI, CIA, Interpol, MI5 or MI6 investigation (this rule only applies to Plus Ones, as I recognise most of those receiving this invitation may be applicable).
d) Not have any qualms about taking off their clothes or dancing on tables and/or podiums.

You will find the location upon the back of this card. If you can't find it, too bloody bad.

Festive Regards,

Mr. E."

And on the back of each invitation card was the address of the club in invisible ink. If whoever received an invitation didn't so happen to have any means or intelligence enough to reveal it, then they ought not even be allowed to come to any party of his.

And out the invitations went.

radioactive, radioactive, sociopathic [tag; Luca] [date Dec. 1]

fischer_king — Sun, 05 Dec 2010 04:47:18 GMT

Robert discovered fairly soon that he genuinely enjoyed work.

He'd taken a job on a whim- he certainly didn't need to. He was more than well-off, between Sharing, the sale of Fischer-Morrow, the stocks he owned in Browning's new company, he could live well above what he currently was. But he loved this life, it was like an adventure to him. It felt like a missing piece. He lived in a fairly simple two-bedroom apartment with a woman who he adored, and did the same kind of work he did, and he got to sleep in and go to the park and pick up sketching again and just live life without any sort of office to work in or nine-to-five shift to hold down.

So, with some help from his wonderful room mate, he made up whatever false documentation he needed, even a fake ID so he didn't need to worry about a background check that would give away anything. Like revealing the fact that he was far over qualified for a job as a clerk at a small camera/art shop in London. That would be too obviously suspicious.

But he adored everything about it. The money was shit- he almost felt like he was volunteering, for how little impact it made- but he loved the people he worked with, mostly college students getting what he'd long missed out on, the customers, the access to art supplies. Robert felt like he smiled and laughed his way through his evening shifts there, usually just him and one other young worker.

That Wednesday, Robert sat behind the counter, idly taking stock of a new order of brushes that had come in as his co-worker straightened up around the shop, then headed out back to go smoke a cigarette.

Weekly Roleplay Roundup #10

corym_forger — Wed, 01 Dec 2010 05:21:59 GMT

1. And Then There Were Three [Nov 1st] ; Lilah and Cory get together the day after Liz’s epic party, but neither of them know what they’re in for.
2. Living In Your Letters [Nov 14 – Onwards] Max and Luca exchange a series of ~~adorable~~ letters, before Max fucks up good. Seems he sent some rather sensitive pictures meant for a girlfriend to Luca! She is less then pleased.
3. Bloody Memory Lane [Nov 11] Delilah and Eames meet up for a trip through London’s Dungeon before having a bit of a chat. Whip cream is involved in a nonsexual but adorable manner.
4. No More Room in Hell [Nov 18] Another letters post, this time between Lilah and Karl, who manage to be disgustingly normal for this comm. Seriously?
5. Abandon Ship [Nov 23] Arthur and Robbie meet up for an info exchange on one of Fischer’s former employees. It’s appropriately awkward considering they’ve both been intimate with Eames.

Hey it’s Bex here, taking over your regularly ~~hopefully~~ scheduled weekly update. Ummm yay? LOL well keep rocking it guys because we have some awesome threads right now that I’m totally f5ing when I’m on the computer.
<3 Bex

no more room in hell [tag; Delilah] [Nov.18] [letter-thread.]

karltblack — Tue, 23 Nov 2010 02:00:27 GMT

[The stationary is from a Russian hotel embossed with the city name- Гро́зный- at the top. There are random notes in Russian along the margin that have been crossed out. The address of her hotel in London is written on white-out, where Karl presumably wrote whatever he was told in Russian first without thinking.]

Привет, Delilah.

It is cold in Grozny but it would be far colder if I was still in Moscow or Leningrad. So, that is good. It is about -3 degrees (Celsius, of course), today, but that is not so bad. Maty and I still walked to the town centre to get a drink and ~~meat~~ meet a colleague of his. It went as well as can be expected, I am quite tired after this... meeting.

Please tell me your nightmares have been abating? I know, I know, "don't baby me/don't worry", but it is hard not to worry about your physical health, sleep deprivation can be extremely damaging to someone, if you're doing things like driving and traveling and working.

I think soon I will fly to Paris to see our Ariadne again, she has been very quiet by email recently. Maybe there is something going on?

О, Боже.

I'm doing it, I'm worrying. I'm worrying about her as well. I suppose I'm just an old lady at сердце.

I am thinking much about meeting your father- I think when this happens, that will be very very interesting. And petrifying.

Please right me back soon and tell me what you have been up to- I am deliberately vague with my own work, of course... letters are letters.

Love, always,

bloody memory lane [ tag: eames -- nov. 11 ]

delilah_taft — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 13:08:53 GMT

One of these days, Delilah would stop having "good ideas".

She wandered around London trying to find this supposed Dungeon. Going to lunch in the area sounded like a good at the idea at the time...as did skipping the cab to save money and listening to the waitress' directions...but now it all seemed like a horribly bad idea. She kept telling herself to suck it up and just hail a cab, but somehow she knew she was close to the area. She stared at the directions Eames had given her the day before, as if it may help. After about fifteen minutes of this, she stopped on the street and pulled out her phone to text him.

"so sorry i'm late! i'm horribly lost, i think. i feel like i'm close though. had lunch at that bistro about five or six blocks away--i think? i can do this! be there soon! ~lil"

Delilah sent that and proceeded to wander. Everyone walked past her very quickly, trying not to get involved with whatever emotional breakdown she was on the verge of having. Just as she was close to calling Eames to get some clarification (this, to her, was losing), she finally happened upon the right street. Delilah almost ran down the way and saw the tourist trap in sight. As she reached Eames with a grand smile, she almost fell right on her face after stumbling over her own feet. She straightened up, adjusted her beret, and continued to just beam up at her.

"Afternoon, Eames. You're looking quite different from the last time I saw you." As did she, though. She was almost covered, head to toe, because of the chilly winter weather. She wore the red coat sent to him via picture message the day before, and underneath, a black and white mod dress. Tights covered her legs and flats served as those sensible shoes he recommended.

"But it's great to finally see you, now that I have my head on straight. Gosh...anywho..."

Living In Your Letters (Tag: Luca, Nov 14 onwards, will be image heavy)

deutsche_dreams — Mon, 15 Nov 2010 00:46:19 GMT

And Then There Were Three (Tag;; Lilah, Nov 1st)

corym_forger — Sat, 13 Nov 2010 08:31:23 GMT

Cory had forgotten what it was like to have girl time, even before coming to London Cory'd lacked gal pals. Dreamsharing was rather male dominated, and while that did allow for some truly excellent eye-candy, it was rather low on the friend side of things. And she needed some girl-time.

Lilah had been eager for them to dreamshare, but Cory didn't think much of it. When you spent as time as the two of them did in dreams, it got almost addicting, at least for Cory it was. Being able to take on a forge was better then... well it was better than everything else.

"Well, you've been eager all day to 'share, let's do it. I can show you Tokyo, well at least the essence of Tokyo. I think you'll love it, it's... well it's definitely something."

Yanking her sweater over her head, Cory began to pull up her shirtsleeves. It was going to be fun, dreaming something peaceful for a change.

Weekly Roleplay Roundup #9. Finally.

fischer_king — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 00:59:54 GMT

1. english summer rain [Sept25]; Robert and Arthur meet up randomly at Heathrow airport, much to both's dislike. They wind up in the same hotel after their awkward, too-long flight to New York, and Arthur has a bit too much to drink. And then punches Robert in the head. And Robert, being more awesome, helps Arthur sober up.

2. tokyo dreaming [Oct15]; Damascus and Cory get together in Tokyo to do some rescue-work for a family there. They are thoroughly successful and a new friendship is formed! Yay!

3. awkward turtle [Oct10]; But before flying off to Tokyo, Cory decides to drop in on Eames very early one Sunday to pick up her flatmate's sweater he'd left there. Lo and behold, Arthur is there, in a state of disarray and undress. Oh myyyy.

4. i love paris, why, oh why, do i love paris [Sept21]; Arthur and Eames flew to Paris for a job? For a vacation? I don't remember and it doesn't matter because there's sex and that's good and I like this thread a lot-... hhhhnnnnnggggg.

5. you can run on for a long time [Oct2]; Max goes to find Delilah in Texas (ew, Texas) because something went wrong on their job and baddies are after them. Cue freak out. They drive north to Canada to stay with a friend of Karl's, before Delilah could get a flight to Russia to be with him.

6. talk with your hips [Oct27]; Cory and Liz meet up at Liz’s place to go out and have some fun together, no boys allowed. They wind up at a club and there’s way too much alcohol and all sorts of sexy dancing.

7. every new beginning [Oct18]; Damascus and Max meet up at a hotel in Frankfurt, Germany, for the purposes of hopefully rescuing Max’s sister, Katrin, from her comatose state. Damascus goes into Katrin’s head to do so… and, success! Also, Max has a crush.

8. the most infectious disease [Oct12]; Delilah stays with Karl at his home in Saint Petersburg, Russia. They spend some couple-y, domestic time together, before going under together. In the dream, there is a horrific projection that gets at Delilah and tortures her a bit before they come out of sedation.

9. domestic bliss [Oct13]; Arthur is staying with Eames in London, and at first, there’s discussion about beating up Robert Fischer and baked goods. Sex follows. Then they get in a bit of an argument when Arthur says something he shouldn’t, and Eames storms out, only to be coerced back in for discussion of semantics and relationship practicality.

10. london is the reason [Oct20]; Eames and Fischer meet up briefly to reconcile their relationship as they try to be very platonic friends, and discuss the possibility of a future Eames-Arthur-Fischer dinner or hang-out. So they can be bros. Or at least friendly.

11. he ain’t heavy, he’s my brother [Oct18]; Eames and Cory convene in London to go get some food together, and there is story-telling and some discussion.

12. double, double, toil and trouble [Oct31]; Liz threw a big party and everyone in the criminal underworld came! Yayyyy! This is an open gathering post, and is current, so go there to see who’s partying and what trouble they’re getting into.

Jack. AIM: rfischerking.

chat log -- karl and delilah [ nov. 1 ]

delilah_taft — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 23:44:41 GMT

abigailtaft_1909
hey karl (:

soldatblack
поздравления, love. how are you?

abigailtaft_1909
i'm good. thanks for getting on. been sleeping off last night's halloween party for most of the day. what are you up to?

soldatblack
It is quite late, so I am drinking. Maty is here with me. He says любовь.

abigailtaft_1909
i always forget about the time difference...i didn't interrupt anything did i?
also, tell him i said hi, of course.

soldatblack
Yes, we were having mad, passionate sex.
No, you did not interrupt.

abigailtaft_1909
well, then i should just slink off, haha.

soldatblack
He is, of course, drinking as well.

abigailtaft_1909
of course. i'm surprised i'm not drinking. hair of the dog, you know.

soldatblack
Aspirin and sleep do similar work with less of a hangover.

abigailtaft_1909
i've been sipping water. that's at least helping my headache.

soldatblack
Good, good.

abigailtaft_1909
um, so, are we cool to talk about...the projection?

soldatblack
...Yes, I suppose so.

abigailtaft_1909
it's been every single night.
the same dream with just different scenarios.

soldatblack
I can obtain sedative for you? I hear they stop nightmares. I know someone having issues with them.

abigailtaft_1909
i guess that'll help, yeah.
i know this is a just a dream but it's the most vivid i've ever dreamt. even before the compounds.
have you been dreaming like this? or is tyler nice to you still?

soldatblack
tyler. such a peculiar name. No, I do not have nightmares. I will have Robert send you sedative, he is in London.

abigailtaft_1909
i call him tyler cause he reminds me of this ex i had. he was a jerk.

soldatblack
Would you like me to kill him?

abigailtaft_1909
i appreciate it though. hopefully it'll help. i know i haven't told you what the dreams are, i just...can't.
...my ex?

soldatblack
Yes.

abigailtaft_1909
no, no.

soldatblack
Criminal's awkward sense of humour.

abigailtaft_1909
oh. you were joking.
well then (:
i haven't talked to him in years. last i heard he was waiting tables back in austin.

soldatblack
And look at you. An internationally desired criminal. His loss.

abigailtaft_1909
i suppose, haha.
we should make it back down there. i know you hate the heat, but hopefully it won't be too hot nowadays. mom says it's in the 50s. brr!

soldatblack
The... 50s? Yes. Frigid. Like an icebox. But one that can't support ice.

abigailtaft_1909
oh, shut up (:
it's cold for down there! it'll be normal for you. you need to meet dad, anyway.
he, uhh, found out.

soldatblack
He found out? That we're together or that I am not a military contractor, but a murderer?

abigailtaft_1909
both actually.

soldatblack
What.

abigailtaft_1909
mom left her email up and he happened upon a conversation between the two of us.
he's not answering my phone calls /:

soldatblack
Wait, your mum knows I kill people too?

abigailtaft_1909
i can't lie to my mom.

soldatblack
....Well, does anyone else know?

abigailtaft_1909
of course not.
karl, they're my parents. it's okay that they know. and they're not going to advertise the fact that their daughter is dating an assassin for the russian mob.

soldatblack
It's still not safe for them to know, любовь. It is very important no one else ever find out. It puts them at risk.

abigailtaft_1909
i think everything will be okay.
look, don't worry about this, okay?
they have their connections, too.

soldatblack
Well, I will leave it to you. They are your parents. Your father will come around.
If he has his "connections", he is a hypocrite to judge you.

abigailtaft_1909
he just worries.
i am at much more risk than he ever will be, after all.

soldatblack
Yes... I am fully aware.

abigailtaft_1909
you know...
while we're on this subject...can i bring something up?

soldatblack
Of course. Go on.

abigailtaft_1909
i love you. and i love that you are so concerned with me and my safety, and all that comes with it. but sometimes you make me feel weak. like you would almost rather i stay home and do something safe rather than...everything that i do.
i talked it out with max a little bit, and it just doesn't seem fair that you don't trust me to take care of myself. you know?

soldatblack
Delilah... we have had this talk before. Of course I trust you to take care of yourself. But, I do not trust others. I do not trust my enemies. My home was broken into only weeks ago, again. If you had been here... well, I do not think of those possibilities.

abigailtaft_1909
do you know how much i worry about you?
but i don't mother-hen you the way you mother-hen me sometimes.

soldatblack
You were also not in the army and don't kill people. It is, often, ingrained in me.

abigailtaft_1909
so therefore i just don't know as much as you or something?

soldatblack
No, you just don't have the same "this-world-is-dangerous-and-waiting-to-stab-you" cynical outlook.

abigailtaft_1909
yes, i do have a more positive outlook. but that doesn't mean i can't recognize a creeper when i see one. i'm not stupid. i'm not naive.

soldatblack
I know. But not all "creepers" are easily seen, okay? I want to keep you from being hurt more than I have already hurt you.

abigailtaft_1909
if that was your main concern then why the hell did you dreamshare with me when you had a weird projection on your hands?

soldatblack
Because I didn't fucking know he was harmful.

abigailtaft_1909
but i thought you had that cynical outlook, karl.
my point isn't to be a bitch right now. my point is to tell you that sometimes things just happen.

soldatblack
Yeah, except for when those "creepers" look like my dead brother.

abigailtaft_1909
sometimes people are mean to me. sometimes you make me feel like you want to stick me in a kitchen. you need to get over this and stop babying me.
i don't like being treated like i'm your daughter or something. can you understand that?

soldatblack
Yes. I don't know what you want me to say, Delilah, this is not something I can just turn off.
Have I ever tried to stop you from taking a job? Ever disrupted your work life? No.

abigailtaft_1909
well no. which shocks me because it seems like you want me to be financially dependent on you, too.
i'm not asking you to switch this off, i'm asking you to try and relax a little. stop walking behind me with a net waiting to catch me if i fall.
i get why you worry about some asshole kidnapping me and killing me to get back at you, but...don't tell me to keep warm at a party. it builds up after a while, all of your sage advice.

soldatblack
I will try. As always. There is nothing I can promise, and you know that.

abigailtaft_1909
i wish there was. then i wouldn't be scared i'd end up resenting you like i did last time.
i love you, though.

soldatblack
I love you too.

abigailtaft_1909
are you mad at me?

soldatblack
No. But I am not sure what to tell you. You know my limited... expressive range.

abigailtaft_1909
there's really not much to say. i got out there what i wanted to, we discussed it...thanks for staying level-headed with me.
you're doing alright, aren't you?

soldatblack
I'm okay. I'm leaving Russia for the winter in the next few weeks.

abigailtaft_1909
where are you going? for work?

soldatblack
Just getting out of Russia before I can't. Maybe to see my family briefly.

abigailtaft_1909
that'll be nice, i bet.
we should go somewhere that's not texas. maybe new york.
finish what the last dreamshare started (:

soldatblack
Maybe after things are better, yes. How about California? Warmth, but not Texas-warmth.

abigailtaft_1909
maybe northern california, sure.
gosh, south america would be fun, wouldn't it? ecuador was amazing last time i went.

soldatblack
I have only been to Argentina, it was nice.

abigailtaft_1909
maybe we'll visit down there, too.
well i guess i'll let you get back to your drinks and friend (:
you'll tell me if something isn't alright with you, right? if something happens, or will happen?

soldatblack
We're just going to go to sleep, sun will be rising in not too long.
Of course.
If ever anything should happen, you would be notified regardless. There are protections.

abigailtaft_1909
please be careful. and if there's anything i can do to make sure you're alright...you'd tell me, wouldn't you?

soldatblack
Yes, of course.

abigailtaft_1909
also, um...if i were to email you information on someone...

soldatblack
I could take care of them.

abigailtaft_1909
nevermind.

soldatblack
What?

abigailtaft_1909
i can't ask you to do that.

soldatblack
Do what? Kill?

abigailtaft_1909
nothing, it's nothing.

soldatblack
Delilah.

abigailtaft_1909
no, it's nothing.

soldatblack
That's not fair.

abigailtaft_1909
life isn't fair.

soldatblack
...I see.

abigailtaft_1909
don't worry about it, okay?

soldatblack
You know I will. That's a cruel tease.

abigailtaft_1909
i don't think i can act on these kinds of emotions.

soldatblack
What?

abigailtaft_1909
i'd really rather not say.

soldatblack
...As you wish. I will talk to you at some point soon, I hope.

abigailtaft_1909
i hope so, too.
i love you. so much. you know that, right?

soldatblack
I know. I love you too, even when you withhold things.

abigailtaft_1909
(:
it's for the best, trust me.

soldatblack
Alright. Good night.

abigailtaft_1909
good night, karl.

He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother. (tag; Eames, Oct 18th)

corym_forger — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 18:47:18 GMT

Tapping her foot slightly, Cory waited for Eames in the lobby of her building, passing the time by people watching. Really, she should have given him a solid time, but then again that would have been being responsible, something Cory had been lacking lately. That and the ability to keep her mouth shut, wincing at the memory of how she'd blabbed about Robbie and Arthur in New York to Eames. Robbie was going to be pissed when he found out.

Checking her watch again, Cory huffed a sigh. Really, she spent far to much time waiting on Eames, pretty much since the start of their acquaintance, she'd been waiting on him in some manner.

London Is The Reason [tag; open] [Oct.20]

fischer_king — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 00:07:25 GMT

(This is an open thread, so anyone is welcome to hop on it, even more than one person. :) Come socialise with or meet Robert for any purpose. IM me if you have any back-plot ~ideas~ or anything!)

London was absolutely frigid, as always, but it didn't stop Fischer from going out Sunday morning after Cory left for church like the good Catholic girl she was. But some nights- usually Saturdays since they'd stopped going clubbing very often- they fell asleep together and it was hard not to be woken up when she crawled out of bed early to get dressed and ready. He'd lay on his side and watch her go about her routine and chat with her a bit, eventually waiting until she'd left to climb out of bed himself and get cleaned up.

This Sunday, he found himself walking around Borough Market, near the Thames, just looking to waste time. Robert got himself a coffee and then settled down at a cafe along the street to people-watch and toy with his cellphone, writing texts and emails he'd been avoiding for a bit before heading out to the street to light up a cigarette.

the most infectious disease [ tag: karl ; oct. 12th ]

delilah_taft — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 02:27:59 GMT

Russia was fucking cold.

Even in the car, with the heat up, it was cold. Even with her hair down and her coat buttoned tightly around her and her scarf wrapped around her neck...it was cold. Still, she was happy on the inside. Delilah was safe, and she was with Karl for the first time since the London Mishap. It almost made the cold easier to deal with. Almost.

She saw his house come up into view. Delilah thanked the cabby in English and scooted out of the car, flattening her skirt. Yes, a skirt. Leggings, too, but yes, a skirt. She was still her. With bright red cheeks and a nose to match, Delilah smiled at Karl and pulled her luggage out of the back, wheeling it up to his home. The heat of his home was a welcome surprise, and instantly she felt cozy. She shrugged off her scarf and houndstooth peacoat, setting them aside and revealing a long-sleeved t-shirt with a sweater vest over it.

That night, Delilah decided to try her hand at some Russian food, just for him. As a thank you. As the two of them ate stew, she finally got up the courage to speak Russian for the first time in a long time. "Я надеюсь, вы насладитесь...мясной суп." She laughed and blushed, trying to think of something else to say. "Находясь вдали от вас жесткий. Днем я должен быть в России с вами."

She looked down at the stew and snickered. "Feel free to dump me now."

Every New Beginning {Tag; Luca} (Oct. 18th)

deutsche_dreams — Sat, 09 Oct 2010 05:19:40 GMT

Pulling into the parking lot of the Hilton Frankfort, Max paused for a moment before he left the car. It'd had taken years to get to this point, and if it all came crashing down, well, that was something Max would take as it came. This was the first promising idea after years of disappointment and he was going take it. If anything, 6 years could make a person a little desperate.

Walking into the hotel lobby, he approached the front desk. A quick conversation got a call placed up to Miss Damascus's room. Settling into one of the overly plush chairs in the lobby, he pulled out his totem to fiddle with. It wasn't that he was questioning reality, even if he did habitually try to open the watch, but after all the years of going into dreams, it came to have a soothing effect all the time. And all the anticipation towards meeting this 'rescuer' was making Max more than slightly nervous.

you can run on for a long time [ tag: max ;; oct. 2nd ]

delilah_taft — Sun, 03 Oct 2010 05:04:09 GMT

The breeze was light and there was absolutely nothing quite like seventy-two degrees. It was now officially day four in her little hideout, and she was currently enjoying every single moment of it. Delilah hummed along to her iPod as she brushed her hair over and over again, taking her sweet time. Because she could. Her head was clear of everything that had been buzzing around. Missing Karl was a fleeting feeling--he wasn't here, she was dealing with it. The memory about what a fool she made out of herself in London had all but disappeared. She was a normal person, to herself.

She began to curl her hair, running a small comb through her hair to make it more into a wave. Why she was doing her hair when she was going to just lay outside in the water until about three, when she was start on dinner. The nearby fish market had quite possibly some of the best sea bass she'd ever tried. That coupled with the greens she had waiting in the fridge would make for a wonderful dinner.

It was about nine o'clock in the morning, now, and then sun was high up in the sky. It was tanning time. She hadn't gotten very tan, because apparently Delilah was immune to that, but it was relaxing to just go lay out and think. She had been writing in her journal, and the only texts she would respond to would be ones from her parents or Karl--no one else mattered in this open-ended vacation.

Besides, she deserved it. Her job with Max had gone swimmingly. They got the information they needed, got paid, had a sandwich at a very nice place, and she came right down here to recharge before the next job. Or if she made her family aware of the dangers of her job. Either way, she needed a week to clear her head before diving into either danger zone.

Delilah began to head out to the one long chair outside in the sand where a towel was already waiting. She dropped the bath towel and tied her swimsuit on. Next came the cheap flipflops. A nice book. Suntan lotion (Perhaps, she thought, this is why i'm not tanning. But burning would be a bitch!). Moleskin journal, just in case.

And, action.

I love Paris, Why Oh Why Do I Love Paris {tag; Arthur // Sept. 21st}

forgerydarling — Sat, 02 Oct 2010 23:04:35 GMT

Eames was dreaming. In fact, he was in a perpetual dream. Had someone hooked him up to a PASIV and set the timer for the entire night or something? Because he'd dreamt a meeting with Arthur, then he'd dreamt a day out at the British Museum with Arthur, then he'd dreamt groping on the London Eye and dinner with Arthur, and now he was dreaming going to Paris with Arthur.

On 'Business'.

A Business meeting and job proposal he'd not cared for and hadn't agreed to, but then drastically and suddenly changed his mind as soon as it occured to him that Arthur could come with him - for Business reasons - they could go to a meeting which would take approximately an hour tops, and then they could sightsee. In Paris. And fuck. In Paris.

Yes, definitely in a delightfully long Dream. Had to be.

They'd caught the Eurostar together stupidly early in the morning - at Arthur's insistance - and settled into their hotel as soon as they'd arrived, the Hotel Les Jardins de la Villa, between the Arc de Triomphe and the Palais des Congrès, an insanely floral chic little 4* Boutique hotel. Strange and interesting and uniquely Eamesian, not at all the classic elegance he supposed Arthur was accustomed to. However, he'd booked the rooms before Arthur could get all Organisational, two rooms, same floor, like the Pointman had insisted upon.
Only the unspoken of possiblity of bed sharing.

Eames was a man of Possibilities, however. A man who played with possibility, odds, chance, and did everything in his not inconsiderable power to work those odds to his favour.

Buying Arthur 'Un cafe pour mon ami bel, et un pain au chocolat aussi, s'il vous plait' counted as working those odds. Encouraging Arthur to lean against him and nap on his shoulder on the Eurostar definitely counted as improving his chances. Little touches, soft private glances, a frenzied snog in the elevator of their hotel despite the definite likelyhood of a security camera presented impossible to resist possibilities.

Their meeting was quickly completed, finished, over, end of, done & dusted, and the so-called reason for their visit to Paris a long and distant memory, making room for more important things, like sightseeing, and wandering around the Louvre together, and Afternoon Tea at a quaint Parisian Pâtisserie on the banks of the Seine.

Life was only this beautiful when he was dreaming. Time to check his Totem again.

Awkward Turtle (Tag;; Arthur, Eames)(Oct 10th)

corym_forger — Fri, 01 Oct 2010 23:03:26 GMT

Cory was a fantastic flatmate, and anyone who tried to say otherwise could stuff it. The reason that she was so fantastic on this particular day, was because she was trekking across London at an almost obscene hour of the morning to pick up the precious jacket Robbie had left at Eames's apartment. And Robbie didn't want to go over since apparently, Arthur was in town. Whatever, Cory was so over the drama. Either way, someone Eames had fucked while he chased after Arthur was going to have to do the awkward thing and pick the shit up.

Clutching her cup of overpriced coffee, Cory went through the gates at the exit of the tube, turning towards Eames's flat. It was far to early to be doing this, but Cory had other shit to do and an impending trip to Tokyo to plan for. Not to mention having spent the previous night in multiple gay bars with Robbie, so hung over and feeling like being inconvenient, she dragged herself up the stairs and rang Eames's door bell.

(Post order: bex, frankie, clarissa)

Tokyo Dreaming (Tag;; Luca Damascus, Oct. 15)

corym_forger — Wed, 29 Sep 2010 06:09:43 GMT

It was unusual for Cory to be the first person to show up for a job, but this job was far from ordinary. It was a 'rescue', apparently some kid had gotten lost in a dream and Cory was getting paid an obscene amount of money to help bring them back out. Some chick named Damascus had found her through who knows what. Most of her jobs came that way. Besides, Cory'd never been to Tokyo before, and despite not knowing the language, the Japanese were extremely helpful. And more than a little fascinated by her hair.

Having managed to find the office space they'd rented, she took the time to look around, get to know the space see what she could figure out about each of them based on what was provided at their desks. The leader, Damascus, seemed to have assembled an interesting team. This was also the closest Cory'd managed to get to legal work in years.

New country, new job, new co-worker. This was going to be interesting. Sitting in the desk chair at the table with her folder, Cory waited for the rest of her team, spinning the chair in circles.

english summer rain [tag; Arthur] [Sept. 25]

fischer_king — Fri, 24 Sep 2010 18:51:27 GMT

Heathrow was a total zoo- not that Fischer was surprised to find that out. More annoyed and tired already. He'd arrived early for his flight, by custom, and had already made it through all the security checkpoints. Now, he was playing the hurry-up-and-wait game, sitting out in a hallway fifty yards from his gate, relaxing away from the rest of the people waiting to board.

The flight wasn't slated to leave for an hour, so he had time to sit back and drink his coffee, having found an empty bench in the hallway to set his bag and briefcase next to him. Robert hadn't carried a briefcase in... well, in months, and it looked a bit odd, having a high-end briefcase with him when he was in skinny jeans and a fairly snug worn grey t-shirt. But there it was. The new and old Fischer merged. He figured he'd change at some point on the flight into the suit in his bag.

He thought back on his day- kissing Cory goodbye before taking the taxi to the airport- and dug into his pocket for his cellphone, holding down the power button. Robert glanced along the hall, sighing softly, feeling a growing loneliness as he always had on flight days.

Walking down the hall, the way he'd come, Robert thought he caught a glimpse of someone vaguely familiar... but it must've been a trick of the mind.