Nothing pleases me more than a bit of inception. But I do not own it.
Eames woke up, in a white clean bed, with sunlight shining into his eyes.
"Bloody hell." he muttered to himself. He reached up and streched his arms out of his head. He walked over, feeling dizzy, and grabbed the jacket on the chair. He reached into the pocket.
"Where are my cigs?" he asked himself. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a loaded die.
"What?" he said with confusion. He walked over and looked into the bathroom mirror. In front of him was the clean shaven, slicked haired point man. After observing the reflection compleatly, and making strange hand movments, he looked at him self and burst into laughter.
"Oh my god, I bet Arthur is loving this." he smiled to himself. He swung himself around, admiring his new physique. He walked over to the wardrobe. It seemed to be filled with 3 peice suits and ties of every colour. The bottom self was lined with italian shoes. Eames shrugged and grabbed the first thing he could find.
Eames walked into the warehouse. Ariadne was already there, discussing some architecture with Cobb. They both looked up and gave him a warm nodd.
"Good morning Arthur." Cobb said politly. Eames cleared his throught.
"Morning Cobb." Eames was happy, being the forger meant that he could imitate Arthur's accent perfectly. Suddenly the warehouse door swung open, revealing Arthur. Or Eames.
"You son of a bitch!" Arthur yelled, in an impeciable British accent. He walked over and grabbed Eames by the collar and shook him.
"What the hell did you do?" he hissed.
"Well..." Eames whispered, pulling him away from the others.
"It appears I am now you." he gave Arthur an evil smile. "...and I'm going to show you how to have a little fun."