#jacktheduplicate

Robert leaned casually against the doorframe, sipping from his drink. People were constantly passing by, but someone caught his attention. They were dressed well, which wasn't particularly unusual about anyone in New York City, but it was how they carried themselves, how they walked. 

He supposes this is why he hates dreaming. Aside from the general loss of control. Sometimes dreams reveal to you your true fears, despite all efforts to lock them away.

He’s running a maze, just like he did in his military days. It’s an office building, just like most of his jobs with Cobb, except he can’t remember the route. It’s unlike him, normally he’d insist on knowing, if not for his own benefit, but to direct Cobb later.

Here he has no clue, so he every now and then he stops to search for anything that looks out of place. So far nothing, and he gets the feeling, as he passes the same ugly red leather office chair displayed in the crack of a door, that he is going in circles caught in a loop.

He doesn’t expect the shadows to dart in the corner of his eye. Instantly he drops behind a water fountain, Glock 17 drawn and safety flipped off. Slowly, he peers around the corner.

And as always, his luck fails him with a flair for the dramatic, a sharp blade hovering over his jugular. He suspects if he turns and looks he find a katana. He’d also slice open his neck, but at least he’d get a face.

He turns anyway. And her face is there. He doesn’t know who she is, only that she’s a potential threat to his job security.

“Where do you hide your secrets, Arthur?” She asks as he bleeds out on the industrial carpet. His last memory is of her reaching into his vest pocket for something. Not his die, his moleskine. Fuck.

∞ - For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.)

[txt]: whst si this

[txt]: hav ei alwys had a cat?

[txt]: it hink its ngry

((Parker, Patrick, Patterson, Paxton, Payton, Pedro (XD), Percy, Perry, Percius, Pete, Peter, Peyton, Philip, Phoenix, Pie, Pierce, Pierre, Prescott, Presley, Preston, Price, Prometheus~ Hope that helps!^^))

Don't think I know anyone who prefers going by the letter H, but for now I might be able to accept it. And I've never heard of someone being able to duplicate themselves in a dream. Just how does it work? Or is it one of those things you need to see to believe?