[He's been here long enough to think that maybe, just maybe, it's not about being sedated. That there just might be something supernatural at work after all.
Not that he'll ever admit that out loud.
Eames already suspects he's losing it, so he'd best not encourage that line of thought.]
Anyway, Christmastime wasn't too bad, but then at the end of the New Year's party when the ball dropped, the town flooded. Most of us ended up on the Titanic of all places, and a lot of us weren't... us any more. We were made to believe we were someone from that era. I was Blake's twin, even. There was more Deerington type of weirdness onboard. My arm got cut off during a party on the deck. It gets a little hazy after that.
[He honestly can't remember what happened to the other Arthur. He remembers the sudden shock and horror and blind panic of looking down and seeing his arm neatly sliced off, fingers still twitching as it lay on the ground in a pool of his blood. And then... it's all a blur. Next thing he knows-]
We ended up in some underwater city with all these drugs that could make a person gain powers. I was back to myself by that point and stayed clear of that. Some people weren't so lucky. Their withdrawal symptoms got pretty intense. After about a month there, we got brought back to town, just in time for some fucked up spring festival with more drugs and twisted sacrifices.
[Which he's not going to go into. Hopefully ever.
Just in time, the waitress brings him his refill and he thanks her, taking a long, slow drink from his glass.]
cw: gore
[He's been here long enough to think that maybe, just maybe, it's not about being sedated. That there just might be something supernatural at work after all.
Not that he'll ever admit that out loud.
Eames already suspects he's losing it, so he'd best not encourage that line of thought.]
Anyway, Christmastime wasn't too bad, but then at the end of the New Year's party when the ball dropped, the town flooded. Most of us ended up on the Titanic of all places, and a lot of us weren't... us any more. We were made to believe we were someone from that era. I was Blake's twin, even. There was more Deerington type of weirdness onboard. My arm got cut off during a party on the deck. It gets a little hazy after that.
[He honestly can't remember what happened to the other Arthur. He remembers the sudden shock and horror and blind panic of looking down and seeing his arm neatly sliced off, fingers still twitching as it lay on the ground in a pool of his blood. And then... it's all a blur. Next thing he knows-]
We ended up in some underwater city with all these drugs that could make a person gain powers. I was back to myself by that point and stayed clear of that. Some people weren't so lucky. Their withdrawal symptoms got pretty intense. After about a month there, we got brought back to town, just in time for some fucked up spring festival with more drugs and twisted sacrifices.
[Which he's not going to go into. Hopefully ever.
Just in time, the waitress brings him his refill and he thanks her, taking a long, slow drink from his glass.]
That's about it.