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[ Well.

Prison isn't exactly a place Eames thought he'd wind up in, in this fair city of theirs. There was that one close call with the overenthusiastic self defense, but that'd ended up in an ankle bracelet and time out spent at home - definitely not locked up in a prison with a bunch of the undead serving as guards. Not exactly Eames' cup of tea, what with a general aversion to the ghoulish - and if all the ghouls are working their ways up the ranks, here, might be that a certain Cobb-faced zombie happens to be one of the populace.

So.

Eames is less than enthused.

It seems the City does still know how to deal with the occasional consequence or six - it would figure; no boat ride has ever been good news here, thus far for him.

For the day, during the recreational period between lunch and dinner, Eames sits himself out in the courtyard - not working out, not really socializing, but definitely eyeing some of the ghouls up. ]

So the deities' solution to the wandering undead within the City is to let them run a prison instead?

[ The question is, though -

can these ghouls run fast enough to catch up, if he made a break for it?

Can he run and/or swim fast enough? ]

Comments

[dignity_misery]

[She scowls up at him.]

I dislike [The way she says that clearly suggests that 'dislike' is an understatement of her emotion.] when my situation is not under my control.

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[ Vaguely, she sounds like a viper ready to strike.

It might be the cheekbones, or the tattoo he knows she has. ]

Then you must be in a constant state of discontent here in the City.

[ He finds some shade by one of the walls, easing back to lean against it as he looks her over. ]

Where's your cell?

[dignity_misery]

[Her smile is miserable, angry. The curses used to drive her into fits, screaming and skin-clawing. It had taken a few key individuals quite a lot of work and patience to ease her down from her need to control all things.]

The second floor.

[In a sea of other cells. But it wasn't the other inmates that troubled her so much as the pacified ghouls watching her at all times.]

And you're certainly calm about it.

[Jealous!]

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Getting uppity won't get us out here any faster.

[ Truth be told, Eames has a thing about the undead ghouls guarding them.

A thing being that he's rather terrified of zombies - the look and idea of them, which may or may not be ironic considering Carla, but it's different in that regard.

Ultimately it's why he'd rather pace around in the courtyard than stay in his cell, until the time they get ushered back indoors. ]

Don't suppose they'd let you move around.

[ Half question, half lackadaisical comment. ]

[dignity_misery]

[She stares at him blankly for a moment. The dead she knew didn't speak, they were tied together by something secret buried in their minds, a whispering story they all shared. These ghouls are different, but that hint of a starving animal is still there. When she makes eye contact with them she gets the gurglings of it, buried under whatever the deities did to them to entice them into obedience.

And then Carla blinks and her answer is not so literal as where her mind had gone,]

What, you want to sleep over?

[...What was that about not getting uppity...]

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Are you going to seize from fits of anxiety if I leave you alone for more than two minutes while we're here?

[ Eames usually doesn't care about what people do with themselves when he's not around. But, on the other hand, people usually don't stick around him and he's never really had to worry about it before. The relationship between Carla and Eames may be bizarre, ornery, and potentially not one at all - but he's not cruel, even if she can be, and she's the one keeping by his side. ]

[dignity_misery]

[ She makes a face at him. ]

I'll be fine.

[ Which may not strictly be true. Besides, she uses 'fine' when isn't interested in giving a real answer. ]

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In my personal experience, fine isn't very reassuring.

[ He lives with Arthur, ok.

He knows all about "fine." ]

[dignity_misery]

I wasn't trying to reassure you.

[She was trying to shut him up about it, there is a difference in her mind.]

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Let me rephrase - fine is an outright lie.

[dignity_misery]

[She shrugs, a snide expression on her face.]

I won't die, anyway.

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I don't think you're too worried about the death part.

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I don't think you're too worried about the death part.