tampered | Log | Closed

When; Backdated to early morning November 1st, after the masquerade curse
Rating; PG-13 for mild swearing, maybe?
Characters;

musntbeboring,

construire;

elevatorkick
Summary; In which they wake up to find that they've stolen a car. A very important someone's car.
Log;

[ There's a lot of things going on at the moment. For one, there's a parked, expensive-looking Audi on a side street in one of the less busy areas of town. There's three people in its general vicinity, all dressed very nicely. The sky is a dark bluish color tinged with a little bit of red — the color of dawn as the sun first peeks over the horizon. Under this pleasant sky, Arthur currently has Eames held up against the side of the car, his fists curled in the lapels of Eames' expensive coat as he speaks in a quiet, deadly tone. ]

Eames. We are taking this car. We are driving it very carefully back to City Solutions. And we are telling Mr. Stark that this was all a terrible misunderstanding. A terrible one. You got that?

[ He's perfectly aware that Ariadne's about five feet away and gawking at him like he's crazy. Maybe he is. He knows he was the night before. His memory's a bit fuzzy, but he recalls it all too well. For now, focusing his anger on the one who suggested that they dress up in the first place seems like a good idea. ]

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Yes, let's show our faces to the man we've stolen from. [ Eames hands stay in obvious view, mostly to keep Arthur from reacting in any sudden lashing out, working on prying the point's fingers from the lapels of his coat. This is a very nice coat. Stop wrinkling it. ]

Arthur, think clearly. We'll wipe it and leave it somewhere the man can find it later.

[ This had seemed as a really awesome idea at the time. Though he doesn't really regret it. Memories of last night's speeding about town are too fond for regret. ]

Look, we were cursed. All of us. I can't say we're not accountable for our actions, but curses usually mean leniency. I agree with Arthur. We should return it and give an explanation to Mr. Stark.

Edited 2010-11-07 05:46 (UTC)

[ Arthur's still too focused on Eames to turn away at the sound of Ariadne's voice. He doesn't really need to, though, as he can hear her perfectly. ]

No, Eames. You think clearly. As a City Solutions employee, I'm one of the few to have the level of access I have. That's how we got in in the first place, remember? I used my credentials to get through the security system. There's more than enough evidence to indicate me in all this.

[ He releases his grip a little. At least enough so that he isn't nearly lifting Eames off of his feet. ]

Like Ariadne said, we return the car to Mr. Stark and give him an explanation. Leaving it here will only get us into deeper trouble with the guy. Believe me.

[ Even he'll admit that it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Which is why he can't help but wonder just what the hell he had been thinking to begin with. ]

[ Ah, there was that. Though, really, they could spin it in as much that Arthur's PIN and so-on and so-forth were stolen as well, but perhaps Arthur hasn't been as close to Stark to afford that much trust and still keep his job at the theft regardless. A job in something that is likely a dream. At least, Eames imagines, it will grant them further access to things that aren't twentieth century arms. Eames sharply twists at Arthur's relaxed fingers so that he's forced to let go or risk a fracture. ]

What, then? We were cursed? Seems to be the only explanation about these parts, isn't it?

[ Someone could rob a bank and blame it on the effects of a curse. ]

Let him go, Arthur. You too, Eames.

A common explanation, but a believable one. It's not an excuse around here.

[ Arthur lets go of Eames without so much as blinking, his glare still quite intact. ]

Obviously we were cursed. [ And that's what pisses him off so much, really. He'd heard about curses affecting a person's state of mind. He'd even seen it occur through the network. Hearing about it and seeing it are completely different form actually experiencing it, however. This was just like the nightmare he'd had the week before, when he'd thought he'd been in limbo for years. The idea of someone being able to just mess with his head like this. Of being able to make him think anything they wanted him to. It reminded him of, well, inception. If there was one thing Arthur couldn't stand, it was the idea of someone messing with his mind without him even knowing about it. Naturally, it was a risk in his line of business, but one he'd always liked to believe he was good at avoiding. ]

Let's just get in the car and get this over with. [ He steps aside from Eames and reaches for the front door. ] I'm driving this time. [ His gaze is back on Eames, as though daring him to raise an objection. ]

Obviously. [ Eames rubs at his eyebrow, gazing at Ariadne offhandedly as he thinks, not even looking at Arthur despite the man's expectant look. Eames, after all, does still have the keys. ]

[ This could be a male dominance thing. It's more likely a stalling tactic to avoid going getting caught. ]

Do you even know how to drive stick?

Since he offered, let's just assume he can. All right?

[Arthur gives Eames a look as though to say, 'I can't believe you just asked that.' ] What kind of question is that? Of course I know how to. [ He holds his hand out impatiently. ] The keys, Mr. Eames.

[ Arthur notices that Ariadne's already on the front passenger side. He's grateful to her, he really is, for being so cooperative in all this. He makes a mental note to thank her later. Preferably when he's not focusing on resisting the urge to punch Eames and just take the keys by force. ]

Only an honest question, Arthur. [ Eames' lips quirk upwards before he's tossing the keys towards the other man, hand reaching up to loosen his tie before they both slide into his pockets. The car's not meant to have a backseat, and Eames' build is not going to do him any favors back there. ]

I'll meet you back at the flat, then, shall I?

Take the passenger side, Eames Just don't fight, not while we're in the car.

[ Arthur catches the keys with ease and unlocks the driver and passenger door simultaneously with one click. Leave it to Tony Stark to keep up with technology. ]

It's up to you, Eames. [ He regards Eames with a completely neutral expression before opening the driver side door and stepping in. ]

[ Eames? Fight? But he's such a pacifist. He holds his tongue, because Arthur is going to drive off without him and leave him to walk the many blocks in these fine leather shoes - and while he might like to break them in one day, all in one go is not today. He rounds the car to slide into the passenger side. ]

You looked lovely tonight, Ariadne, by the way.

Thanks. By the end of this, at least we can say we looked nice.

[ A side glance is all Eames gets before the keys are in the ignition and Arthur's shifting the car into drive. It's pretty much second nature to him, anyway. His mother's old beat up car used a stick shift, and it was the first thing he'd ever driven.

Once he's made sure everyone's present and accounted for, he steers the car away from the curb. It shouldn't be that hard, really, he thinks to himself as he plans everything out in his head. He just needs to park the car somewhere reasonably close to the City Solutions building, apologize to Mr. Stark profusely while assuring him it won't happen again, and then crawl into a hole somewhere for the next few weeks. The fact that this is all a dream that's gone on for way too long really doesn't help the situation. Arthur stays silent as he drives, his mind concentrating on the road and the ridiculousness of the entire situation. ]

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