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artfulforger) wrote2012-08-03 02:40 am
artfulforger) wrote2012-08-03 02:40 am
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Carnival! - for No Way Back (Greece)
At some point that had roused, found clothing through the concierge and a lot of confusion and, in the end, they had actually found out a lot more.
Like about a cute little boutique around the corner who pointed out Arthur's ass to Eames like he might not have noticed. For a moment Eames had a pang, realizing this is how Mallorie would have been if she'd grown old rather than just growing up.
They had learned the best beach near the hotel, the place they had to have dinner at, and that there was a carnival in the village and they should go. Of course, the old lady had talked about the spirits of the land, and that carnivals oft hid secrets that were well kept because as they went from city to city, village to village, no one would ever find them.
It was the last part that was running through Eames' head as he and Arthur changed back in the room.
"So, you know, I was thinking about what Zandra was saying," he started, sliding into the shirt and buttoning it up. Silk and a garish mix of muted shades of green and peach it seemed with a paisley design. His slacks were a darker shade of the sandy rose in the shirt and broke over the top of leather loafers. "About the carnival."
Added in case he wasn't being clear.
Like about a cute little boutique around the corner who pointed out Arthur's ass to Eames like he might not have noticed. For a moment Eames had a pang, realizing this is how Mallorie would have been if she'd grown old rather than just growing up.
They had learned the best beach near the hotel, the place they had to have dinner at, and that there was a carnival in the village and they should go. Of course, the old lady had talked about the spirits of the land, and that carnivals oft hid secrets that were well kept because as they went from city to city, village to village, no one would ever find them.
It was the last part that was running through Eames' head as he and Arthur changed back in the room.
"So, you know, I was thinking about what Zandra was saying," he started, sliding into the shirt and buttoning it up. Silk and a garish mix of muted shades of green and peach it seemed with a paisley design. His slacks were a darker shade of the sandy rose in the shirt and broke over the top of leather loafers. "About the carnival."
Added in case he wasn't being clear.