[The camera turns on and you see a man in his mid to late twenties. His hair is slicked back and he wears styled clothes. There’s a stoic expression on his face as he stares at the computer for some long seconds, not realizing it's recording. A small frown appears on his forehead and he finally speaks, murmuring to himself.]
How I am supposed to do my work if Eames keeps using my computer to access weird places? There's still too much to do if we want to be ready when the time comes. Maurice won't last long.
[He pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Then he sighs and closes his eyes for a second.]
At least it's not German porn this time. I swear to god, if he hacks my computer again, I'm going to burn all his clothes, no matter what Dom says. They're abominable clothes anyway.
Third Person:
They never shared a room anymore. They used to do it, some time ago, when they first started this new and not-so-legal job. He and Dom were traveling most of the time, sleeping in hotels or apartments, safe places for both of them, but mostly for the Extractor. They stopped shortly after Dom stopped dreaming, not because it annoyed Arthur, but because he did not want to remind the man of another of the things he had lost.
Arthur was a good observer; he always paid attention. Always. And at night, the few times he caught Dom sleeping, all that he saw was a shadow of the man he used to be when Mal was alive. Dom lying in a bed, or a chair, not moving at all. Like a broken doll that got it's strings cut. It made his chest hurt.
Arthur could tell he was not dreaming because there was no movement of his eyes under the eyelids, and thus, he didn't reach the REM Phase. He knew, but he never asked Dom. It was not necessary. And that's why after a sleepless night that he spent looking after Dom while he rested dreamless, Arthur announced to him that he was getting another room. Dom didn't complain, but he saw the relief in his eyes when they moved to their respective rooms the next night.
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First Person (entry type):
[Video post.]
[The camera turns on and you see a man in his mid to late twenties. His hair is slicked back and he wears styled clothes. There’s a stoic expression on his face as he stares at the computer for some long seconds, not realizing it's recording. A small frown appears on his forehead and he finally speaks, murmuring to himself.]
How I am supposed to do my work if Eames keeps using my computer to access weird places? There's still too much to do if we want to be ready when the time comes. Maurice won't last long.
[He pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Then he sighs and closes his eyes for a second.]
At least it's not German porn this time. I swear to god, if he hacks my computer again, I'm going to burn all his clothes, no matter what Dom says. They're abominable clothes anyway.
Third Person:
They never shared a room anymore. They used to do it, some time ago, when they first started this new and not-so-legal job. He and Dom were traveling most of the time, sleeping in hotels or apartments, safe places for both of them, but mostly for the Extractor. They stopped shortly after Dom stopped dreaming, not because it annoyed Arthur, but because he did not want to remind the man of another of the things he had lost.
Arthur was a good observer; he always paid attention. Always. And at night, the few times he caught Dom sleeping, all that he saw was a shadow of the man he used to be when Mal was alive. Dom lying in a bed, or a chair, not moving at all. Like a broken doll that got it's strings cut. It made his chest hurt.
Arthur could tell he was not dreaming because there was no movement of his eyes under the eyelids, and thus, he didn't reach the REM Phase. He knew, but he never asked Dom. It was not necessary. And that's why after a sleepless night that he spent looking after Dom while he rested dreamless, Arthur announced to him that he was getting another room. Dom didn't complain, but he saw the relief in his eyes when they moved to their respective rooms the next night.