[Eames called out cheerfully after Heine as he seemed to choose getting shot by projections instead of taking matters into his own hands. Understandable. Even if it was a dream, some people had difficulty shooting themselves.
It had been a long time since Eames had that problem, and the pain was minimal after he pulled the trigger, eyes opening slowly as he woke, mouth cotton dry, awareness spreading sluggishly to his limbs. So the compound had been tampered with a bit then, but why?
The room seemed to be empty of anyone but their subject and Heine, but even so, Eames quietly detached himself from the PASIV device, winding it around his knuckles slowly as he tried to orient himself. It looked like the subject's house, but where was Elena?]
no subject
[Eames called out cheerfully after Heine as he seemed to choose getting shot by projections instead of taking matters into his own hands. Understandable. Even if it was a dream, some people had difficulty shooting themselves.
It had been a long time since Eames had that problem, and the pain was minimal after he pulled the trigger, eyes opening slowly as he woke, mouth cotton dry, awareness spreading sluggishly to his limbs. So the compound had been tampered with a bit then, but why?
The room seemed to be empty of anyone but their subject and Heine, but even so, Eames quietly detached himself from the PASIV device, winding it around his knuckles slowly as he tried to orient himself. It looked like the subject's house, but where was Elena?]