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A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.

If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.

Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.

Good resources for images/gifs are weheartit or tumblr. For not so safe for work gifs/images go here and here.

Original Meme here.

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[A point Eames may not be, but that hardly affects his ability to do research. It's been two weeks since he got the rundown from Cobb, and has a folder of information for him, all gotten from his stint with their mark. He pushes it across the table of the cafe, leaning back in the chair and glancing out at the moist city outside.]

This one's observant, so you're going to need an atmosphere that he wouldn't recognize as fake, possibly with a distraction he's never seen before.

Edited (I fail at HTML) 2012-11-22 17:09 (UTC)

[Sometimes, Eames has found, that force is the better option when logic goes awry. It wasn't hard to knock Arthur out, surprisingly easy in fact, but he was injured and not listening. He had to take matters into his own hands if they were going to do the smart thing and leave, even if it meant abandoning Cobb in the process.

Dom's a big boy, Eames told himself, and would likely repeat verbatim to Arthur should it come to it. He can take care of himself.

At the time, saving his own skin had been more important, and somehow saving his own also meant saving Arthur's. Shot in the leg and bleeding out would be a bitch of a way to go.

But that was hours ago, and since then Eames had stolen a truck, cuffing Arthur in for safe keeping. He tended to the wound when they stopped for gas, tearing up the bottom of his shirt to wrap it and covering his compatriot with the rest of it, just in case anyone got a glimpse inside.

That, and, maybe out of some sense of compassion. Now though? He's driving them through Nevada with his wifebeater sticking to his chest from the heat, his fingers tapping a beat onto the steering wheel.]

[Everything had gone to shit, fast. He remembers fighting with Eames about many things - his injuries, the forger's injuries, whether or not to leave Dom (Arthur's sense of loyalty outweighs his sense of self-preservation sometimes, not often, but Dom is an exception), and then everything went black.

Vaguely aware that he was moving, and not on his own two feet, Arthur struggles back to consciousness. His whole body is rebelling, though, and his heavy eyelids flutter open for a second before slamming shut thanks to the overbearing sunlight. He's nauseous, sore, and has a headache that is bordering on a migraine in terms of pain. And as he tries to sit up he discovers that he's handcuffed to the seat.] The fuck.

[Except that's what he tries to say, but it ends up being a groan and a cough. Arthur may or may not have a few cracked ribs and the sudden shock of pain causes him to cough more until he's dizzy with want of air. By then he's feeling worse, if possible, because he's aware of the heat and the sweat that's drenching him.

When he's able to keep his eyes open he looks over at Eames, scowling so deeply it's sure to give him wrinkles.]

Edited 2012-12-27 22:17 (UTC)

[Eames only glances at Arthur when he hears him wake, a curl of an amused smile as he returns his eyes to the road. He takes the moment to turn the radio up, no longer afraid to wake his slumbering, frustratingly short-tempered point with a little AC/DC.

I'm on a highway to hell~]

Good morning sunshine, how was your rest?

A Picture is Worth... Meme.

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I'm horrible here you go.

It's all good, bb!

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