CONTACT POST

[forgess]

What I can do for you

Need information? I can get it, but it'll cost you.

You see, I specialize in a very different kind of theft, a varied and intricate form of larceny that affords me almost no limits. Is your wife cheating on you? Do you know that? Wouldn't it be nice to have a definitive peace of mind on the situation? I can give you that.

Need to know the code to a specific bank account? Don't know how to access such information? Want to keep your hands entirely out of the situation? I can do that.

Want to know the next big corporate idea? Thinking you've been cheated out of something that was rightfully yours? Need perspective on the entire thing, from the other person's perspective? I can do that. 

Afraid your secrets aren't safe? Craving a little good ol' fashioned security? Yeah, I can do that as well.

My services are highly sought after and require a bit of selectivity on my part, according to the intricacy of the job. Unless you've been referred, I can't imagine how you would have found your way here, so suffice to say, good job darling! If you'd like to request my services, further contact info is provided below. 

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[OOC]
AIM: forgesseames
PM's always welcome
Or, feel free to comment here with whatever comments/criticisms you have on either Eames or my portrayal of her. :) 

Comments

[ispoint]

[ Arthur doesn't respond at first, ignoring the first chime of a text in order to continue trying to suffocate himself with the pillow. The second makes him roll back over to grab his phone and -

Yeah, it's about as bad as he expected. The first text is no surprise, he can tell a let down when he hears one. Even if it makes something in his chest clench to see it.

The second he can only view as some kind of pity offer after that, and so he responds. ]

No, it's fine, I'm sure I can take care of it on my own.

[forgess]

[ A rather strange text to get in response, especially considering how Arthur'd built up to this. Either Eames was reading this entirely wrong, or Arthur sincerely doesn't want to talk to her on the mobile. It's a bit difficult to interpret a text of someone's prick as anything less than exactly what it is-- and considering it wasn't followed by about twenty seven apologies, Eames is quite certain she's not misstepped on her part.

Shifting on the couch, Eames flicks back through their convo-- getting another, rather deliberate, look at the center piece. ]

so thats it? a quick pic & a lonely wank is the sumation of tonights agenda?

[ Confidence goes a long way, and Arthur has it-- he obviously has enough of it to send her that picture-- he just doesn't know how to tap into it when it serves more... selfish purposes. Whatever Arthur was trying to accomplish here, it doesn't serve Eames well at all if he allows himself to be so easily brushed aside. ]

[ispoint]

[ Arthur's not old enough to drink yet, he hangs out with a beautiful (in his opinion) woman who flirts like she was born to do it, but he's still young. Still not entirely sure how things work and her reaction hasn't made him feel like he's had any success here. ]

Dont' want a pity call.

[ He types it out quickly (hence the small typo) and then sets the phone down again. ]

ignore that html error

[ispoint]

[ He feels oddly bad for sending the text so curtly, so he tries (in his own way) to soothe the imagined blow, picking up the phone to text once he's done mashing his face into the pillow for a couple seconds. ]

Just forget I sent the message and don't worry about it.