Post by More than Music on Feb 13, 2011 14:05:21 GMT -5
So I made presents for a bunch of my friends! Hope they make you happy, even though some of them aren't exactly sappy-ness, haha.
Imma post them one at a time so I don't kill myself scrolling. xD
It had been years since the inception. The memories of it were still fuzzy, though there were parts she most definitely remembered.
Mal. Snow. Gunfire. Saito had been shot. So had Fischer.
Fischer. He was one part that just wouldn't leave her alone. They had all fought so hard to give him the idea to change his life, and Ariadne just couldn't help but wonder... What had he done? Was his life better for it, or was he just another piece in the whole thing?
She remembered when they were talking to Saito about why they were going to do the inception in the first place. What was it he'd said?
Oh yes. “The world needs Robert Fischer to change his mind.”
Of course it did. But did Robert Fischer need it? The thought lingered in the back of her mind, forcing her to draw back on what he'd looked like after the dream. He'd seemed really deep in thought... he'd been planning out this change. How had the real Peter Browning taken it? After all, Robert had gotten the idea over a trip he'd taken probably a million times before. It must've been strange to see that kind of a revelation all of a sudden, especially in someone who didn't seem too adamant about anything.
They'd broken him and fixed him again. They'd thrown him off of rooftops and taught him about his world like they knew it better than he did. He'd been kidnapped, stolen from, threatened at gunpoint, shot by a dead woman, and conned into the idea that it was all for the best. But was it?
One part of the dream she still remembered really well was what had happened when Mal shot him. Ariadne remembered the frantic thoughts going through her head, 'He's dead, he's dead, he's dead,' being the most prominent one at first. Then it turned around on itself: 'No, he's not. It's worse. He's stuck in limbo and I should've done something. I can do something. I have to do something. I have to go down there and get him. I have to go get Fischer. I have to save him.' At the time, the process didn't surprise her. But looking back, she realized she should've been thinking that they'd failed a job, not that she had to save a man's life.
But it had never really been just about a job, had it? It had been about a future, about an experience, about the pure creation of it all. The challenge of it.
Now it just felt like she kept thinking about Fischer.
She remembered going down into limbo, hearing about where the projection of Mal really came from, why it was so strong. Then finding Fischer on the porch, tied up and bleeding.
She'd asked him, “Are you alright?”. Of course he wasn't. But, breathless and frightened, he nodded.
“Yeah.”
One look at the blood on his face and she knew it wasn't true. But he was alive, and that was a start. After that, she was so concerned with getting them out of there, she didn't stop to think about how trusting he'd been the whole time. They'd infiltrated his mind, the most sacred part of him, and he'd gone along with the idea that they were there to help. Because, in a way, she thought they had been.
Staring out the window, Ariadne knew something didn't feel right. Ever since she'd come back to Paris.
Still, this hadn't been smart, coming to Los Angeles with her friends. But she'd opened her stupid mouth and said she would, when they'd said where they were going.
The words “I'd love to visit the city again,” tumbled out of her mouth without restraint.
On the bright side, her friends had seemed ecstatic about it. A change in scenery, a chance to visit somewhere completely different from what they looked at every day. She hated to think she spent too much time at school, and not enough time out in the world living. Something about preforming inception made her feel like life was too short for that.
Now she had time alone in Los Angeles. A voice in the back of her mind said that, back when they'd done inception, Fischer had flown up here every two weeks. Saito had said that. So he was might be up here somewhere. The odds were honestly good, since they were due to be here for a few weeks of their summer break, to shop around and drink in the place.
She picked up the newspaper, trying to get her mind distracted. For a moment, she was consumed by the different lives contained in between the folds. Then she saw it.
Big, bold letters hidden on page eight. Fischer. There were pictures of him, smiling like businessmen always did at public events. Pictures of wind turbines in wide fields and peeking above ocean waves. Staring down at the paper, it took her several minutes of reading before she realized why he'd picked wind turbines. Ariadne laid her head against the cold glass of the window.
Wind turbines. They looked like pinwheels. He must've connected the two.
Tears came into her eyes at the wonderful irony. That was a pretty smart idea. A way to bring respect to his father's memory while going his own way. Robert Fischer seemed exactly the sort of person who would dedicate their life to making the world a better place. Like green energy.
The article had a picture of Fischer in an office full of papers, some of them drawings of wind turbines and some even of pinwheels.
“I don't know why, but something just clicked for me,” Fischer said during an interview on Monday. “When I saw a row of off-shore turbines on my way to Sydney one day.” The entrepreneur is a bit shy when interviewed, but his business strategy was enough to inspire several investors – including Peter Browning. “He was a bit... reluctant, to say the least, when I gave it to him,” Fischer admits with a laugh when asked about it. “But he came around. He still doesn't like how non-competitive it is, but he believes in me, I think, and I believe the ghost of my father is behind us.”
Ariadne closed her eyes. This wasn't easy. But she couldn't help noticing it had a picture of the headquarters here in Los Angeles. Something inside of her itched to go check it out, just as a bystander. But would he suspect? Would he recognize her?
Was it worth the risks?
She would just linger outside. Just to catch a look. Just to see if, based on his face, she could tell if he was really happy. So, taking a deep breath, she pulled herself together and took a bus down there.
Staring up at the building, it felt more looming than it had in the picture. Sitting on a nearby bench, she watched the doors. It was about lunchtime now. Maybe he would be going somewhere.
He was. It was late – almost one – before Robert Fischer emerged, with a few people trailing behind. He waved them off, heading to a car. There was a phone on his ear, which she guessed was pretty normal, because he always seemed to have one there whenever he was in his element. Connections were important in the business world, but this seemed a little excessive. His eyes darted around, crossing over her bench and back to the car.
Ariadne felt her heart skip a beat, even if the look only lasted a moment, and he seemed distracted.
But it didn't seem like he recognized her, and he didn't look like life was going well. Maybe he was just having a bad day. Maybe that was it. Maybe she'd come back tomorrow.
Then he paused and turned, facing her. His ice-blue eyes – borderline silver, she thought – locked on her and didn't move away. A look of confusion and surprise took over his face, and he said something into the phone as he closed it.
Oh no. He recognized her.
She got up and turned, feeling his gaze on her. Get out of here, that was the only answer. But, as she slowly moved into the nearby phone booth, she regretted it; he just turned away. Something took over.
Ariadne got out of the booth, running over to him. “Hey,” she said, breathless.
Fischer raised an eyebrow, pausing with one hand on the door of the car. “...Excuse me?”
“We met up the airport, right?” This felt really wrong and right at the same time. “Robert Fischer?”
He nodded, his face calming a little. “You are...?”
“Ari,” she said, quickly. “From... Michigan. You don't remember me?”
Sighing, he smiled a little. “I meet so many people...” A little laugh escaped. “I'm sorry.”
Ariadne smiled back, shifting a little. “No, it's fine. I get it. You're busy.” She looked at the car. “I was just, you know, wondering how you were doing and everything. You alright?”
He looked down for a moment. “Yeah,” he said. “I'm good, very good.” Then he met her eyes and she saw that he was trying to say things just weren't right. “Much better in the last few months.”
“Yeah? Business good?” She was still out of air, but she couldn't help it. He nodded. “Me too.”
Someone in the car yelled for him, and Fischer turned to them and nodded. “Well... It was nice to see you, Ari,” he said in a low voice, smiling. “Take care.”
She nodded. “You too.”
In moments, he was in his car and gone, but in her mind she could see him going on with his day easily. Yeah, he was probably back on his phone, back doing a million things at once. But life wasn't great. Then again, life hadn't been all that great for him before. So there was no telling if it was better now than it had been.
Well, he was still sweet. She wished him the best, quietly, even though he was already gone.
'Even though you really shouldn't say you alright when you're not. But I admire you for it.'
Imma post them one at a time so I don't kill myself scrolling. xD
Poppy's present -- Ariadne/Fischer one-shot
It had been years since the inception. The memories of it were still fuzzy, though there were parts she most definitely remembered.
Mal. Snow. Gunfire. Saito had been shot. So had Fischer.
Fischer. He was one part that just wouldn't leave her alone. They had all fought so hard to give him the idea to change his life, and Ariadne just couldn't help but wonder... What had he done? Was his life better for it, or was he just another piece in the whole thing?
She remembered when they were talking to Saito about why they were going to do the inception in the first place. What was it he'd said?
Oh yes. “The world needs Robert Fischer to change his mind.”
Of course it did. But did Robert Fischer need it? The thought lingered in the back of her mind, forcing her to draw back on what he'd looked like after the dream. He'd seemed really deep in thought... he'd been planning out this change. How had the real Peter Browning taken it? After all, Robert had gotten the idea over a trip he'd taken probably a million times before. It must've been strange to see that kind of a revelation all of a sudden, especially in someone who didn't seem too adamant about anything.
They'd broken him and fixed him again. They'd thrown him off of rooftops and taught him about his world like they knew it better than he did. He'd been kidnapped, stolen from, threatened at gunpoint, shot by a dead woman, and conned into the idea that it was all for the best. But was it?
One part of the dream she still remembered really well was what had happened when Mal shot him. Ariadne remembered the frantic thoughts going through her head, 'He's dead, he's dead, he's dead,' being the most prominent one at first. Then it turned around on itself: 'No, he's not. It's worse. He's stuck in limbo and I should've done something. I can do something. I have to do something. I have to go down there and get him. I have to go get Fischer. I have to save him.' At the time, the process didn't surprise her. But looking back, she realized she should've been thinking that they'd failed a job, not that she had to save a man's life.
But it had never really been just about a job, had it? It had been about a future, about an experience, about the pure creation of it all. The challenge of it.
Now it just felt like she kept thinking about Fischer.
She remembered going down into limbo, hearing about where the projection of Mal really came from, why it was so strong. Then finding Fischer on the porch, tied up and bleeding.
She'd asked him, “Are you alright?”. Of course he wasn't. But, breathless and frightened, he nodded.
“Yeah.”
One look at the blood on his face and she knew it wasn't true. But he was alive, and that was a start. After that, she was so concerned with getting them out of there, she didn't stop to think about how trusting he'd been the whole time. They'd infiltrated his mind, the most sacred part of him, and he'd gone along with the idea that they were there to help. Because, in a way, she thought they had been.
Staring out the window, Ariadne knew something didn't feel right. Ever since she'd come back to Paris.
Still, this hadn't been smart, coming to Los Angeles with her friends. But she'd opened her stupid mouth and said she would, when they'd said where they were going.
The words “I'd love to visit the city again,” tumbled out of her mouth without restraint.
On the bright side, her friends had seemed ecstatic about it. A change in scenery, a chance to visit somewhere completely different from what they looked at every day. She hated to think she spent too much time at school, and not enough time out in the world living. Something about preforming inception made her feel like life was too short for that.
Now she had time alone in Los Angeles. A voice in the back of her mind said that, back when they'd done inception, Fischer had flown up here every two weeks. Saito had said that. So he was might be up here somewhere. The odds were honestly good, since they were due to be here for a few weeks of their summer break, to shop around and drink in the place.
She picked up the newspaper, trying to get her mind distracted. For a moment, she was consumed by the different lives contained in between the folds. Then she saw it.
Big, bold letters hidden on page eight. Fischer. There were pictures of him, smiling like businessmen always did at public events. Pictures of wind turbines in wide fields and peeking above ocean waves. Staring down at the paper, it took her several minutes of reading before she realized why he'd picked wind turbines. Ariadne laid her head against the cold glass of the window.
Wind turbines. They looked like pinwheels. He must've connected the two.
Tears came into her eyes at the wonderful irony. That was a pretty smart idea. A way to bring respect to his father's memory while going his own way. Robert Fischer seemed exactly the sort of person who would dedicate their life to making the world a better place. Like green energy.
The article had a picture of Fischer in an office full of papers, some of them drawings of wind turbines and some even of pinwheels.
“I don't know why, but something just clicked for me,” Fischer said during an interview on Monday. “When I saw a row of off-shore turbines on my way to Sydney one day.” The entrepreneur is a bit shy when interviewed, but his business strategy was enough to inspire several investors – including Peter Browning. “He was a bit... reluctant, to say the least, when I gave it to him,” Fischer admits with a laugh when asked about it. “But he came around. He still doesn't like how non-competitive it is, but he believes in me, I think, and I believe the ghost of my father is behind us.”
Ariadne closed her eyes. This wasn't easy. But she couldn't help noticing it had a picture of the headquarters here in Los Angeles. Something inside of her itched to go check it out, just as a bystander. But would he suspect? Would he recognize her?
Was it worth the risks?
She would just linger outside. Just to catch a look. Just to see if, based on his face, she could tell if he was really happy. So, taking a deep breath, she pulled herself together and took a bus down there.
Staring up at the building, it felt more looming than it had in the picture. Sitting on a nearby bench, she watched the doors. It was about lunchtime now. Maybe he would be going somewhere.
He was. It was late – almost one – before Robert Fischer emerged, with a few people trailing behind. He waved them off, heading to a car. There was a phone on his ear, which she guessed was pretty normal, because he always seemed to have one there whenever he was in his element. Connections were important in the business world, but this seemed a little excessive. His eyes darted around, crossing over her bench and back to the car.
Ariadne felt her heart skip a beat, even if the look only lasted a moment, and he seemed distracted.
But it didn't seem like he recognized her, and he didn't look like life was going well. Maybe he was just having a bad day. Maybe that was it. Maybe she'd come back tomorrow.
Then he paused and turned, facing her. His ice-blue eyes – borderline silver, she thought – locked on her and didn't move away. A look of confusion and surprise took over his face, and he said something into the phone as he closed it.
Oh no. He recognized her.
She got up and turned, feeling his gaze on her. Get out of here, that was the only answer. But, as she slowly moved into the nearby phone booth, she regretted it; he just turned away. Something took over.
Ariadne got out of the booth, running over to him. “Hey,” she said, breathless.
Fischer raised an eyebrow, pausing with one hand on the door of the car. “...Excuse me?”
“We met up the airport, right?” This felt really wrong and right at the same time. “Robert Fischer?”
He nodded, his face calming a little. “You are...?”
“Ari,” she said, quickly. “From... Michigan. You don't remember me?”
Sighing, he smiled a little. “I meet so many people...” A little laugh escaped. “I'm sorry.”
Ariadne smiled back, shifting a little. “No, it's fine. I get it. You're busy.” She looked at the car. “I was just, you know, wondering how you were doing and everything. You alright?”
He looked down for a moment. “Yeah,” he said. “I'm good, very good.” Then he met her eyes and she saw that he was trying to say things just weren't right. “Much better in the last few months.”
“Yeah? Business good?” She was still out of air, but she couldn't help it. He nodded. “Me too.”
Someone in the car yelled for him, and Fischer turned to them and nodded. “Well... It was nice to see you, Ari,” he said in a low voice, smiling. “Take care.”
She nodded. “You too.”
In moments, he was in his car and gone, but in her mind she could see him going on with his day easily. Yeah, he was probably back on his phone, back doing a million things at once. But life wasn't great. Then again, life hadn't been all that great for him before. So there was no telling if it was better now than it had been.
Well, he was still sweet. She wished him the best, quietly, even though he was already gone.
'Even though you really shouldn't say you alright when you're not. But I admire you for it.'
