[ What task didn't come with its hiccups? There were always unforeseen events to be had, things that not even Arthur could anticipate, no matter how many hours of endless research he did. So much as he is essential to their jobs for the level of detail he offers, so too is Eames for his ability to improvise in the face of their... challenges. To have both of these men with her merely proves the words spoken of them in the Dreamshare network: they are the best of the best.
They offer a level of detail which compliments her own ferocity in the face of a job. Extracting requires a fine balance between aggressiveness and a delicate touch, a soft spoken word, acquiescing in the face of the mark's biases and allowing them their comfort before she steals their secrets. There is no room for pride, though her pride smarts from time to time and sometimes prompts a more willful approach to felling their opposition--be it in the dreams, or reality.
Madrid is a warm clime, a city bustling with life. It's easy to lose oneself on the streets--perhaps not as effortlessly as New York, but enough. What's important is its energy. It reinvigorates her as she stands on the streets with Arthur and Eames, a smile playing on her lips as she listens to their banter. Idly, she toys with her totem, a three-headed dragon necklace. She dons skinny jeans, a tanktop, and a blazer which reaches mid-forearm. Not exactly dressy and accepting of the current weather, but practical in the wake of a job.
It also allows her to hide a gun. ]
Play is just as important as work, Arthur, [ she says, fingers gliding along the small of Eames' back before she loops her arm with Arthur's. Touching is not a normal thing, but alcohol invites an entirely new viewpoint on what should be normal. ] Maybe we should spike your coffee with liquor, that would make him more fun, wouldn't it Eames?
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Date: 2017-10-15 03:35 pm (UTC)They offer a level of detail which compliments her own ferocity in the face of a job. Extracting requires a fine balance between aggressiveness and a delicate touch, a soft spoken word, acquiescing in the face of the mark's biases and allowing them their comfort before she steals their secrets. There is no room for pride, though her pride smarts from time to time and sometimes prompts a more willful approach to felling their opposition--be it in the dreams, or reality.
Madrid is a warm clime, a city bustling with life. It's easy to lose oneself on the streets--perhaps not as effortlessly as New York, but enough. What's important is its energy. It reinvigorates her as she stands on the streets with Arthur and Eames, a smile playing on her lips as she listens to their banter. Idly, she toys with her totem, a three-headed dragon necklace. She dons skinny jeans, a tanktop, and a blazer which reaches mid-forearm. Not exactly dressy and accepting of the current weather, but practical in the wake of a job.
It also allows her to hide a gun. ]
Play is just as important as work, Arthur, [ she says, fingers gliding along the small of Eames' back before she loops her arm with Arthur's. Touching is not a normal thing, but alcohol invites an entirely new viewpoint on what should be normal. ] Maybe we should spike your coffee with liquor, that would make him more fun, wouldn't it Eames?