OPEN SEASON 2.

[crawly]

1. pick a character.

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2. provide a prompt.

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3. gotta go fast.

☛ not actually. this is a permanently open post! tag at your own speed.

previous post here.

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[textualhealing]

Weeeeeeell it's not technically breaking up if we never dated.

[canicide]

thats probably worse

actually its definitely worse.

[misophrenic]

( ooc. sounds good! o> feel free to do the same with me. i am electrify@plurk or pm works too! )

Was it because you made him do it?

[dogtag]

you thnik i would do that
no he ws just drunk

[textualhealing]

How is not breaking hearts worse?

[canicide]

its worse for you bc your'e sad and alone and shit

[textualhealing]

I'm not sad and alone!

[canicide]

you live with me.

[textualhealing]

Wow that is pretty sad.

[canicide]

at least i acknowldge I'm alone

any and all o/

[embellishing]

[ I ]


[ II ]


[ III ]

inception AU in which heine is the weirdest architect/chemist

[canicide]

[ A job is a job, and a job has to be done. That said, Heine hasn't broken into a facility this unguarded since he was a teenager, and jumping the rattling chain link fence makes him feel unfortunately nostalgic.

Who knew their mark would be this easy? Or at least, he's gotten the information over the comms that apparently the information is here from their Forger, a man he neither knows nor trusts. ]

What kind of person thinks— [ He grunts as he crests the top and drops to land on the other side. ] —that a high school is a secure place?

[ Eames has a reputation, yes, but that doesn't mean Heine isn't going to question him a little. ]

[textualhealing]

Technically you're not. You live with me.

[embellishing]

[It's nice to have a few simple, cut and dry jobs interspersed with ones where Eames was pretty sure they would go belly up from the get go. After the Fischer-Morrow fiasco, he wanted to take it easy, and the extractor for this job, a capable woman named Elena, wasn't the type to spring surprises on her team.

While he couldn't vouch for the heavily pierced guy next to him, Eames liked Elena as well as he could anyone in their business, so for now he would put his faith in the fact that Elena wouldn't pair him up with a complete incompetent.]

Our mark spent a lot of years in this school, both as a student and then later as a teacher. She has very fond memories of this place.

[He scaled the fence pretty easily, dropping down on the other side, already in the guise of one of their mark's favorite high school teachers just in case he needed to extract extra information from her or keep her distracted.]

I like it. It's simple, easy, and completely unguarded.

[He shot his temporary partner a grin, trotting over to the school which was filled with students chattering and changing classes. As far as he was able to determine, the information they were looking for would be in the principle's office.]

[canicide]

i like to pretend that i odn't

[canicide]

I don't like it.

[ Heine takes a moment to scan the area, eyes narrowed and focused for any sign of threat. There isn't anything immediate, but he keeps looking around, clearly wary, as they enter through the side door. ]

The office is in the third part of the school. [ He starts down the hall, looking for the discreet "janitor's" door that'll take them into a deeper level. ] She might be down there.

[embellishing]

[The fact that Heine didn't seem too keen on the whole idea wasn't much of a surprise. The guy had a sour expression on his face ever since he'd shown up, and Eames would honestly have been shocked if he'd said otherwise. He smiled in amusement at that, walking alongside him down the hall.

The janitor's closet shouldn't be too far, and so far it looked like none of the projections were acting abnormally.]

If she is, I'll be ready.

[The forge he had was pretty easy, all things considered.

Then, casually because it wasn't like he'd been briefed much about his partner:]

How long have you been in the business?

[What little he heard about his reputation wasn't exactly comforting. 'Weird' was the description that tended to come up the most.]

[canicide]

[ Heine only grunts wordlessly in response to Eames' declaration of confidence. Whether or not he's ready, things are too easy right now, and it's making him wary. ]

Long enough. I know what I'm doing.

[ So far, at least, the architecture of the dream is steady. It's easy once they know what they're looking for, but difficult if they're not, which is the point of the design. Heine pauses at an alcove and looks in on a hunch. And—yes, the door is there. He opens it, holding it for Eames to come after him. ]

[textualhealing]

Omg then just move out. You'd make my life 100x better.

[embellishing]

Right.

[No one really lasts long if they ask too many nosy questions, and more often than not, Eames doesn't try to bother. Still, it's rare for him to not know more about a person, whether through gossip or through his own research.

He nodded his head in thanks as Heine left the door open, hands tucked in his pockets as he ducked in, closing the door gently behind them. The hallway stretched out neatly before them, and Eames keeps his gaze moving as they walk down it. It seems solid enough, and Eames was about to give his due compliments when the hallway shuddered.

It was a small tremble, almost barely noticeable, but Eames glanced back over to the other man, mouth in a set line.]

Feel that?

[Topside should be fairly docile, considering they all should be lying down.]

[canicide]

I lived here first you can't make me move

[textualhealing]

Fine! I'll move out. But if I go, who's expensive alcohol will you steal?

[canicide]

I don't steal ur alcohol i'm saving you from liver disease

[textualhealing]

Uh excuse you I'm immune.

[canicide]

thats literally impossible.

idiot.