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It's really just a flesh wound...

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[brb-dreaming.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, ha, ha. Here, have a look over his shoulder, Eames, as he pauses in his shooting. ]

Looks like a little more than that, Eames.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[It's better than bitching about it, really. But Eames is down, clutching at his shoulder with one hand, his gun sitting in his lap because it's his dominant shoulder that's been shot through.]

Well, I'm still conscious, if barely. I'll be fine - you need to finish this.

[itspurecreation.livejournal.com]

"And let me guess, you didn't need that lung anyway, right?" That was Ariadne, cool in a crisis, it was something she'd had to learn, and likely she'd give herself a chance to breakdown, just for a minute or two, once they were out and safe again.

But for now she just favored Eames with a tight smile as she swept one hand bringing up a near-inpenetrable wall of brambles to shield them. The projections would get through soon enough, but it would buy them some time.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

"No, not at all," he wheezes out a laugh in spite of the sharp, intense pain in his chest.

"Do you still have your gun? I'd very much like you to kill me right about now." He's completely serious as he hunches over, not even on his feet anymore.

[penrosetrick.livejournal.com]

[Arthur is going to ignore that. He's been shot enough times to know the difference between flesh wounds and not. He falls back, shooting several times in front of him.]

Are you alright? Can you still walk?

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[Eames is actually on the ground, both hands clutching at the wound on his thigh.]

Haven't tried standing up yet.

[mobilisomnia.livejournal.com]

[She may have not known enough about guns to help protect Eames, but she could bend the dreamscape to her will. Quickly she was at his side, rearranging the maze so that they were cut off.] There's a failsafe at the end of the next hallway.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[Though he says it's just a small wound, it's actually a rather painful gunshot wound to the abdomen. He was down almost instantly, pushing himself feebly toward the nearest wall.] Give me just... a moment.

[brb-dreaming.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, ha, ha. Here, have a look over his shoulder, Eames, as he pauses in his shooting. ]

Looks like a little more than that, Eames.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[It's better than bitching about it, really. But Eames is down, clutching at his shoulder with one hand, his gun sitting in his lap because it's his dominant shoulder that's been shot through.]

Well, I'm still conscious, if barely. I'll be fine - you need to finish this.

[itspurecreation.livejournal.com]

"And let me guess, you didn't need that lung anyway, right?" That was Ariadne, cool in a crisis, it was something she'd had to learn, and likely she'd give herself a chance to breakdown, just for a minute or two, once they were out and safe again.

But for now she just favored Eames with a tight smile as she swept one hand bringing up a near-inpenetrable wall of brambles to shield them. The projections would get through soon enough, but it would buy them some time.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

"No, not at all," he wheezes out a laugh in spite of the sharp, intense pain in his chest.

"Do you still have your gun? I'd very much like you to kill me right about now." He's completely serious as he hunches over, not even on his feet anymore.

[penrosetrick.livejournal.com]

[Arthur is going to ignore that. He's been shot enough times to know the difference between flesh wounds and not. He falls back, shooting several times in front of him.]

Are you alright? Can you still walk?

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[Eames is actually on the ground, both hands clutching at the wound on his thigh.]

Haven't tried standing up yet.

[mobilisomnia.livejournal.com]

[She may have not known enough about guns to help protect Eames, but she could bend the dreamscape to her will. Quickly she was at his side, rearranging the maze so that they were cut off.] There's a failsafe at the end of the next hallway.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[Though he says it's just a small wound, it's actually a rather painful gunshot wound to the abdomen. He was down almost instantly, pushing himself feebly toward the nearest wall.] Give me just... a moment.

[brb-dreaming.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, ha, ha. Here, have a look over his shoulder, Eames, as he pauses in his shooting. ]

Looks like a little more than that, Eames.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[It's better than bitching about it, really. But Eames is down, clutching at his shoulder with one hand, his gun sitting in his lap because it's his dominant shoulder that's been shot through.]

Well, I'm still conscious, if barely. I'll be fine - you need to finish this.

[itspurecreation.livejournal.com]

"And let me guess, you didn't need that lung anyway, right?" That was Ariadne, cool in a crisis, it was something she'd had to learn, and likely she'd give herself a chance to breakdown, just for a minute or two, once they were out and safe again.

But for now she just favored Eames with a tight smile as she swept one hand bringing up a near-inpenetrable wall of brambles to shield them. The projections would get through soon enough, but it would buy them some time.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

"No, not at all," he wheezes out a laugh in spite of the sharp, intense pain in his chest.

"Do you still have your gun? I'd very much like you to kill me right about now." He's completely serious as he hunches over, not even on his feet anymore.

[penrosetrick.livejournal.com]

[Arthur is going to ignore that. He's been shot enough times to know the difference between flesh wounds and not. He falls back, shooting several times in front of him.]

Are you alright? Can you still walk?

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[Eames is actually on the ground, both hands clutching at the wound on his thigh.]

Haven't tried standing up yet.

[mobilisomnia.livejournal.com]

[She may have not known enough about guns to help protect Eames, but she could bend the dreamscape to her will. Quickly she was at his side, rearranging the maze so that they were cut off.] There's a failsafe at the end of the next hallway.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[Though he says it's just a small wound, it's actually a rather painful gunshot wound to the abdomen. He was down almost instantly, pushing himself feebly toward the nearest wall.] Give me just... a moment.

[brb-dreaming.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, ha, ha. Here, have a look over his shoulder, Eames, as he pauses in his shooting. ]

Looks like a little more than that, Eames.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[It's better than bitching about it, really. But Eames is down, clutching at his shoulder with one hand, his gun sitting in his lap because it's his dominant shoulder that's been shot through.]

Well, I'm still conscious, if barely. I'll be fine - you need to finish this.

[itspurecreation.livejournal.com]

"And let me guess, you didn't need that lung anyway, right?" That was Ariadne, cool in a crisis, it was something she'd had to learn, and likely she'd give herself a chance to breakdown, just for a minute or two, once they were out and safe again.

But for now she just favored Eames with a tight smile as she swept one hand bringing up a near-inpenetrable wall of brambles to shield them. The projections would get through soon enough, but it would buy them some time.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

"No, not at all," he wheezes out a laugh in spite of the sharp, intense pain in his chest.

"Do you still have your gun? I'd very much like you to kill me right about now." He's completely serious as he hunches over, not even on his feet anymore.

[penrosetrick.livejournal.com]

[Arthur is going to ignore that. He's been shot enough times to know the difference between flesh wounds and not. He falls back, shooting several times in front of him.]

Are you alright? Can you still walk?

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[Eames is actually on the ground, both hands clutching at the wound on his thigh.]

Haven't tried standing up yet.

[mobilisomnia.livejournal.com]

[She may have not known enough about guns to help protect Eames, but she could bend the dreamscape to her will. Quickly she was at his side, rearranging the maze so that they were cut off.] There's a failsafe at the end of the next hallway.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[Though he says it's just a small wound, it's actually a rather painful gunshot wound to the abdomen. He was down almost instantly, pushing himself feebly toward the nearest wall.] Give me just... a moment.

[brb-dreaming.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, ha, ha. Here, have a look over his shoulder, Eames, as he pauses in his shooting. ]

Looks like a little more than that, Eames.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[It's better than bitching about it, really. But Eames is down, clutching at his shoulder with one hand, his gun sitting in his lap because it's his dominant shoulder that's been shot through.]

Well, I'm still conscious, if barely. I'll be fine - you need to finish this.

[itspurecreation.livejournal.com]

"And let me guess, you didn't need that lung anyway, right?" That was Ariadne, cool in a crisis, it was something she'd had to learn, and likely she'd give herself a chance to breakdown, just for a minute or two, once they were out and safe again.

But for now she just favored Eames with a tight smile as she swept one hand bringing up a near-inpenetrable wall of brambles to shield them. The projections would get through soon enough, but it would buy them some time.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

"No, not at all," he wheezes out a laugh in spite of the sharp, intense pain in his chest.

"Do you still have your gun? I'd very much like you to kill me right about now." He's completely serious as he hunches over, not even on his feet anymore.

[penrosetrick.livejournal.com]

[Arthur is going to ignore that. He's been shot enough times to know the difference between flesh wounds and not. He falls back, shooting several times in front of him.]

Are you alright? Can you still walk?

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[Eames is actually on the ground, both hands clutching at the wound on his thigh.]

Haven't tried standing up yet.

[mobilisomnia.livejournal.com]

[She may have not known enough about guns to help protect Eames, but she could bend the dreamscape to her will. Quickly she was at his side, rearranging the maze so that they were cut off.] There's a failsafe at the end of the next hallway.

[a-little-bigger.livejournal.com]

[Though he says it's just a small wound, it's actually a rather painful gunshot wound to the abdomen. He was down almost instantly, pushing himself feebly toward the nearest wall.] Give me just... a moment.