First Person (entry type): [Video] [Ariadne stares at the screen, scanning the material. She places a cup of coffee on the desk next to her and rolls her eyes. She pushes her chair back, looking around the room for something or someone.]
Ha, ha, guys. Real mature. I go out for ten minutes on a coffee run and you mess with my internet browser? Come on out and fix this, now. You know I’ve got another big project to finish soon. I’ve got work to do and less time than I’d like to do it in.
[She waits, but no one replies.]
Seriously, this isn’t funny! [She looks back at the screen.] Why this place anyway? Dramatic ducks? Is this some inside joke I’m missing out on or what?
Third Person: Ariadne couldn’t sleep. Sleep meant dreams and dreams only reminded her of Cobb and his job proposal. Her heart was still racing with excitement as she stared up at the blank, white ceiling of her apartment. She silently wondered what she could do with that simple little ceiling inside of a dream. She could turn it into the breathtaking ceiling of the Sistine Chapel if she so desired. Just by imagining them she could have all of the most brilliant and dazzling structures in the world at her fingertips.
But her heart also raced with fear. She could still feel the pain as the shattered glass jabbed into her chest, killing her in the dream. Even though it had been just a dream, the pain and anxiety still felt so real to her. She half expected to look down at herself and find blood staining her night shirt. The fear of losing herself in the dream was overwhelming, but her creative instincts were getting the better of her. They kept telling her “go!” “create!”. This certainly was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but she couldn’t be so irresponsible…
Ariadne [The Architect] || 3/3
[Ariadne stares at the screen, scanning the material. She places a cup of coffee on the desk next to her and rolls her eyes. She pushes her chair back, looking around the room for something or someone.]
Ha, ha, guys. Real mature. I go out for ten minutes on a coffee run and you mess with my internet browser? Come on out and fix this, now. You know I’ve got another big project to finish soon. I’ve got work to do and less time than I’d like to do it in.
[She waits, but no one replies.]
Seriously, this isn’t funny! [She looks back at the screen.] Why this place anyway? Dramatic ducks? Is this some inside joke I’m missing out on or what?
Third Person:
Ariadne couldn’t sleep. Sleep meant dreams and dreams only reminded her of Cobb and his job proposal. Her heart was still racing with excitement as she stared up at the blank, white ceiling of her apartment. She silently wondered what she could do with that simple little ceiling inside of a dream. She could turn it into the breathtaking ceiling of the Sistine Chapel if she so desired. Just by imagining them she could have all of the most brilliant and dazzling structures in the world at her fingertips.
But her heart also raced with fear. She could still feel the pain as the shattered glass jabbed into her chest, killing her in the dream. Even though it had been just a dream, the pain and anxiety still felt so real to her. She half expected to look down at herself and find blood staining her night shirt. The fear of losing herself in the dream was overwhelming, but her creative instincts were getting the better of her. They kept telling her “go!” “create!”. This certainly was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but she couldn’t be so irresponsible…
Could she?