[OPEN] I can't keep playing

[withimagination]

WHO? Eames and you!!
WHAT? Training and ~art~
WHEN? Pre-mission, during training
ANYTHING ELSE? will update if necessary

a. training: good job, Eames

[Eames is used to a lot of training after being the military. It's good; it'll keep a lot more of these people alive. Which is something Eames has been fretting about secretly. He's not as spectacular at running and jumping quickly. He's good, but... well, he’s a bit bulky. Which helps with the current task at hand, which is digging.

It's a foul, tedious task, but Eames finds he's good at it, if he can ignore the smell. He digs down quickly, using the strength in his arms and back to his advantage. Sweat is beading up on him, probably others too, which probably isn’t helping the smell.

The mortar training is pretty exciting. He's always liked to make things go boom. What they work on a lot seems to be snap decisions. And Eames is great with those, choosing the targets he knows are a threat and that he knows he'll make the most damage with. He aims carefully, and his results are pretty good.

He's also pretty good at close quarters combat, using his size and strength. His punches are hard, have a lot of force behind them. He's slower though, and that fact could be used to someone’s advantage.]

b. training: bad job, Eames

[Oh God. Running and jumping at a wall. His worst fear is that he'll just hit the wall and sink like a rock to the floor. He doesn't the first try, but it's a near thing. The gun has him a little mixed up, and the second time has him raising the gun and scrambling to get a hold on the wall at the last minute, tripping back to the ground on his feet.

Well, that was embarrassing, and his fingertips are throbbing.

And he's not always as sure with the mortar, choosing the least acceptable target and getting a lecture. He's tired, and it's showing, and he's not sure he has the oomph to get into the loading part of it now.

The tiredness carries on into the evening, making the wake up call a difficult one to hear. He gets up anyway, because their lives depend on this training. He stands watch, tired and looking it.]

c. drawing

[It's mealtime, a brief respite from The Backpack and training, so Eames sits with his meal, eating an occasional bite, though most of his attention is on the pieces of canvas he’d looted from the base. He’s asked for charcoal as well, to draw with. He’s mostly using one piece to doodle his fellow COST members, any items nearby, the dreaded backpack with devil horns and evil eyebrows with the words 'Welcome to Backache Hell! Mwahaha!' drawn above it. On the other canvas is a woman’s face, elegant and pretty. He's only part way done, but he does have some talent.

Anyone snooping will be met with a raised brow, but he won’t cover it. He's never really been shy about sharing his ideas or creativity.]

Comments

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[handsomefoil]

[ Snoop he does, but he doesn't try to be too sneaky about it. Too tired for that and they've become familiar enough with each other's presence that he doesn't feel the need to. He takes a seat next to him with his own "meal" if one could even call it that and observes.

Even after Eames just offers him a raised brow look, he just looks at him then back at the picture of the woman. She looks familiar, like the woman he'd seen in Arthur's dream but slightly younger in the drawing. It's not completely done so he could still be wrong, but the similarities are very much there. ]

She's pretty. Someone back home?

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[crownless]

[Maybe Eames has yawned or turned a corner while keeping his watch-- either way, he's made enough of a noise to wake the lump on the ground sleeping fitfully under a too-thin blanket.]

Wh-- I'm up, I'm up--

[Travis, jolted out of his sleep, grabs for his rifle and sits bolt upright, gun at the ready... Until he notices that Eames isn't any of his commanding officers. He visibly relaxes, sighing wearily. He's too tired to even be properly upset.]

I thought they were putting the capsules on watch and the capsules on ground-sleeping duties in separate areas.

[withimagination]

[Eames smiles, amused by his curiosity as he looks back down to continue his drawing.]

Yes. I wasn't very close to her, but she was a wonderful woman.

[It sounds a little canned to his ears, and he cringes a bit.]

Well... I felt I knew her. She was wonderful to me. She and Arthur were close.

[withimagination]

[He blinks, surprised and stopped in his place.]

I thought so too. Want to trade duties?

[:D....? Or he can just patrol this area and annoy you.]

[crownless]

Fat chance, buddy.

[annoy him??? two can play that game, smh. Travis gets to his feet -- still wearing his normal base attire instead of any kind of excuse for pajamas, it turns out-- and folds his arms.]

One of us has gotta move.

[withimagination]

[He seems very pleased by this response, grinning as Travis gets to his feet.]

Is that so? Well, I'm doing my duty. Isn't yours to sleep, not bother the poor, upstanding soldier patrolling his area?

[handsomefoil]

[ This is Mal, then. From what he could extract from Arthur's dream, she was indeed a very lovely woman, someone who always made people feel welcome. ]

I've had the privilege of learning a little about her.

[ The other drawings, however, contrast heavily with the slightly somber topic and grins a little at them. ]

Didn't realize she was in the dreamshare business as well.

[crownless]

[Two can play that game. Travis makes a face, he's Super Amused by it all, really.]

Isn't yours to shut your hole so that I can sleep? C'mon, what's your face. I was here first!