001 :: Arthur :: [In Person]

[bypassed.livejournal.com]

[Paris. Arthur knew the city by sight but for him, it was hardly a place of comfort. Too many bad memories shifting to the surface, of Mal, of Cobb. Of course, given his job he didn't expect anyone to be familiar with him here, not when he made a living off hiding, remaining anonymous. Still, there was a slight feel to Paris right now that he was uncomfortable with - people walking by, seemingly ignoring him, faceless and forgettable.

Instinctively, he reaches for the dice he keeps in his pocket, because he knows he won't go anywhere without it. There was nothing to suggest otherwise, but this was reality. If it could be called that.]

Comments

[In person]

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

[He takes one out and lights it as he thinks of everything he faced.]

Let's see, for starters, we've been sent to Pripyat, that was fun in an experimental nightmare sort of way. Then there was the time that some random people showed up and claimed they were our long lost loved ones...or directly related to us which turned out a serious change in the law structure.

Oh, then there was the time that we were forced back to school along with the ever-so-weird week when any time we touched a person of the opposite sex we turned into a zoo creature. You still had your logic....just not the digits or the body to carry it out.

And just a few weeks ago, we just got through Hell Month. October, it seems, is the time of year for horrors. I'll never look at a haunted house the same again.

[In person]

[bypassed.livejournal.com]

[Arthur takes in all of the events, keeping himself as straight as possible. All of these occurring, these... are just too ludicrous for him to really believe, but not wanting to disappoint the other man, he doesn't say much.]

Sounds like an eventful time. And you really had no control over these?

[In person]

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

None whatsoever.

[Even Gene thought it all sounded ludicrous which is why he looks embarrassed and slightly on edge.]

It's like....I dunno, some sort of weird Twilight Zone phenomena only it's real and not just what the mind fabricates. Ask around. You'll see I'm right.