BRUTAL

Adelina Munoz. 29. September 1st. Accountant. The Syndicate. “Die with memories, not dreams.”

[ramiozdemir]

adelinamunoz​:

Ade: some of the girls

Ade: don’t worry the only thing I wish is you being here

Rami: A regular girls night out then. Sounds like a blast, go paint the town or whatever

Rami: Is that because your other friends aren’t as fun? Not everyone can be blessed with great looks AND charisma you know

[adelinamunoz]

Ade: don't hold it against me but I think you are a ton of fun and I like being around you.

Ade: I'm sure I can find someone with great looks and charisma I'm just not looking

[ramiozdemir]

adelinamunoz​:

Ade: some club

Ade: I looove tequila I’m glad I could come out

Rami: What club?? With who??

Rami: Just don’t overdo it and strain something, you’re all out of PTO

Rami: Kidding about the last part 

[adelinamunoz]

Ade: some of the girls

Ade: don't worry the only thing I wish is you being here

[ramiozdemir]

adelinamunoz​:

Ade: I went out soo tequila

Rami: Out where? Rami: Tequila is a bold choice

[adelinamunoz]

Ade: some club

Ade: I looove tequila I'm glad I could come out

[ramiozdemir]

adelinamunoz​:

Ade: What time is it oop

Rami: Time for you to get a watch Rami: What’s on your mind at 11:20 on a Saturday night

[adelinamunoz]

Ade: I went out soo tequila

[ramiozdemir]

Adelina: you up?

Rami: Uh yeah it's barely 11pm Ade

Rami: What do you think I am? A monk?

[adelinamunoz]

Ade: What time is it oop

[adelinamunoz]

Adelina: you up?

[adelinamunoz]

RAMI OZDEMIR

“Some might consider that strenuous.” Himself included, although that word could apply to just about anything work-related for Rami. “At least type from the chaise so you’re semi-horizontal.” He doesn’t even attempt to hide the snort which emanates at the mention of her being in another perilous situation yet again. “At this rate? Maybe. I’m not taking any chances.” With their luck, she would hit a key stroke on the desk computer and blow them all to bits. “Nothing’s changed,” he shrugged, meandering his way over to lean against a bookshelf. “We had some unaccounted for inventory when I balanced January, but Kaminski said he’s taking care of it. Really boring stuff, Ade. Not sure why you bothered coming in.”

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"Yet sitting on the couch playing a word game once a day isn’t?” Adelina tilted her head to the side before glancing over towards the computer screen. Although if she was being honest, she didn’t come here to work but mostly to banter the day away with the male sitting at the desk next to her. “I’m just here to make sure you aren’t messing anything up in here. I take our numbers seriously,” she teased as she leaned her head back against the seat, her dark hues focusing on the male in front of her. “Unaccounted how?” She asked, furrowing her brows at his words before turning her head to look over at the door before looking back at him. “It’s boring out there. All I do is lay on the couch in my apartment.” She had yet to let her grandma know what happened a month ago because she didn’t even know how to explain it to her. “Are you telling me that you didn’t miss seeing my face?”

[adelinamunoz]

RAMI OZDEMIR

“Until said doctor clears you,” Rami volleys back without missing a beat. “And last I checked, you don’t have an MD to make that call.” Granted neither did he, but keeping her alive twice now felt like completing at least half of medical school. Probably best to not mention that out loud in front of anyone who actually had done their time. Maybe he would try it on Lucia and see just how well it went over with an already grouchy audience. “At least one per day. Isn’t that how it works?” A singular brow quirks in the woman’s direction as he takes a moment to hang her coat on the rack, ignoring both how his fingers momentarily brushed along her arms and how positively domestic that gesture felt. “Tsk tsk. That sounds a whole lot like work to me… But I can indulge. Word problem or equation?” He’s toying with her even whilst sliding into a nearby chair and propping both feet on top of the desk, languidly crossing them at the ankles.

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“All I’m doing is sitting at a computer.” Adelina muttered as she slowly sat down in the chair, leaning back as her dark hues focused on the male in front of her. “What’s the computer going to do? Shoot me?” She tilted her head to the side as she turned in her chair to follow him as he walked over to the chair, brushing her tongue along her lower lip. “Hmm,” she hummed, putting her index finger against her chin. “I don’t know which one I would like more.” She stretched her legs out, crossing one over the other as she turned her head to look over at him, dropping her hand down to the arm of the chair. “Give me an equation. Or tell me how the books are looking. We still...” In trouble?

[adelinamunoz]

RAMI OZDEMIR

Tagged: @adelinamunoz​

Location: Syndicate compound

“––Not sure why I expected anything else.” His initial quip falls with an involuntary smile at the sight of her entering their shared office for the first time in weeks. Granted the space was more Adelina’s than his own when work existed as the furthest priority in the eldest Özdemir’s mind, regardless of any title as treasurer. He hadn’t lied in his admission to Jesse, becoming financially literate had been for personal gain more than a desire to involve himself in the Syndicate. “You know bedrest was the doctor’s orders, not guidelines, right?” Perhaps there still exists a gentlemanly bone within him as he assists with sliding off her coat so that she doesn’t have to twist. “Being a workaholic is how you end up with grey hairs before thirty, Ade.”

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Crossing the threshold, Adelina flashes a smile in his direction. Lurking around her apartment the last month has been a restless and antsy time. All she thinks about how much she would rather be in this room, sitting in front of her computer and bantering all day with the man in front of her. “How long do I have to be on bedrest?” She slight pouts in a teasing manner. “I got shot a month ago. Isn’t it about time I start easing into things again?” She lets him help her with her coat, letting her eyes rest on him for a second. “Do you know how many games of Wordle I’ve played?” She asks. “I took a month vacation, I feel refreshed.” She muses as she walks over towards one of the spreadsheets on the desk, turning around to face him. “If I’m not allowed to work, will you at least talk numbers to me?” She smirks.

[adelinamunoz]

RAMI OZDEMIR

“Yeah, noted.” Not that it bothers him when considering the alternative, which he adamantly refuses to harp on with her still warm and breathing… in his arms. Another strange concept worth pondering over later when he isn’t quite as engrossed by the task of keeping her from bleeding out. The scream she elicits sounds harrowing enough without knowing that its source is Adelina and that somehow tightens his grip, simultaneously loathing the necessity of her pain and that he has to be the one to inflict it. “I know, I know. Sorry, prenses.” And then she’s gasping out a request, the protection of someone whose name hardly requires uttering because duh. The wailing of sirens grows close enough to recognize they have arrived just outside and as voices spill into the hallway in front of them, he flags down the first able bodied individual who stumbles into the corridor. “I will, but right now you come first.” Within minutes, they’re surrounded by a couple of paramedics and as Rami follows her gurney out into the frigid Chicago air, he can’t recall a time when she didn’t.

END.

[adelinamunoz]

ramiozdemir​:

Even in the midst of an excruciating injury, the brunette still managed to throw a barb haphazardly in Rami’s direction like she didn’t nearly meet death at the stroke of midnight. Were he not concerned about the considerable loss of blood and in a jovial mood, he might have done more than scoff at her. “You walked in front of a gun and I’m the idiot?” A brow lifts, but doesn’t stay as he shifts Adelina upward into a sitting position against his chest. “Okay, tough girl.” In one fluid motion, he stuffs the pocket square into her wound and wraps one arm around her upper body to prevent any natural, agonized reflex that might knock it out. Sirens wail in the distance outside, barely audible over the echoes of people shrieking somewhere in the ballroom. “This is probably a bad time to say nice dress.”

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It takes everything in Adelina not to growl at him as his comment fills the air. She knows he’s pushing her to banter with him because it means she’s staying conscious and if these are her last few moments she knows at least she’ll die in the arms of someone she loves. “Expect a dead leg later,” she mutters out as she lets out a soft groan when he shifts her upwards into a sitting position. Her hands lift up to to grab the sleeve of his shirt as she tries not to focus on the numbing sensation flooding through her as she digs her fingernails into the material. An agonizing scream leaves her as he pushes the pocket square into her wound, her vision blackening in the moment. Gasping, the dark-hair woman can barely hear him over the thumping of her heart in the depths of his chest. “Rami,” she breathlessly whispers as she tries to fight the way her vision is fading to black. “You take care of her,” she speaks against his chest. “Please,” her grip on his sleeve loosening.

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[adelinamunoz]

RAMI OZDEMIR

“I’m more than positive you’ll survive.” It was hardly the worst thing he’d tossed her way over the years, albeit one of the more intentional jabs even if spoken with a mirthful grin. “Wow. So specific, she almost sounds like Dilara. About the same age too.” Which also painted himself as decrepit since their parents mistakenly brought Rami into the world first, but details weren’t his strong suit outside of financing. “What about this guy?” He gestures with the eggnog hand towards a tree that relatively meets her requirements. “My fair share. Shocking I know, but many people actually like me.”

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“Hmm, we’ll see about that.” Although the raven-haired woman was more than sure whatever Rami threw her way she could handle effortlessly. She had been dealing with his personality since she was young and the two of them only got closer once she accepted the job as the accountant for the Syndicates at the age of eighteen. She laughed, shaking her head at his words as she pushed her hand out against his arm. “Don’t say that!” She cleared her throat, pressing her lips together to stiffle the laugh from leaving her again. Her eyes lifting up to look at the tree as she reached forward, brushing her fingers along the brances. “I think it might be perfect,” she murmured. Her head turned to look over at him, parting her lips as if she was shocked. “Shut up... People like you? I can’t even imagine how,” her tone of voice playful as she pulled her eyes away from him, a smile appearing on her features.

[adelinamunoz]

RAMI OZDEMIR

Abdomen. “Okay that’s good, Ade. That’s good.” Not excellent, but also not the worst location and so rarely were they enough to bleed out unless hit precisely correct. In a rather morbid turn of events, Rami managed to recall details from his own training to assume the Syndicate mantle despite feigning boredom at the time. Run? He couldn’t fathom doing such a thing. “Not a fucking chance.” The hallway was barren, confirmed repeatedly by a mahogany gaze as it struggled to glance anywhere but at her. “Just keep your eyes open,” he commands, tugging out the pocket square from his suit and sliding one hand beneath her back. “This is going to hurt, so take a breath first. Can you do that for me?”

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Adelina lifted her eyes up towards him, trying to make sure she kept her breathing steady and calm even though the pain was radiating. Each breathe she took felt like another sock to the stomach which caused her breathing to be more gaspy than it usually would have been. She shook her head a little. “You’re an idiot,” she breathlessly whispered after he told her there was no chance of running, her eyes didn’t leave him though. A small part of her was grateful that he wasn’t going to leave her to bleed out on the floor but she couldn’t imagine what would happen if the gunman had come back. It was easy access to an Ozdemir and that was all she could think about. She winced as his hand slipped underneath her back, nodding her head only a bit as she tried to take in a deep breath. “Just do it.”

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[adelinamunoz]

RAMI OZDEMIR

Contrary to his usual intention of sidling up to the nearest free person for an anonymous kiss at the strike of twelve, Rami followed after a particular brunette with every intention of occupying her time instead. Or perhaps keep potentials at bay long enough to swallow the odd feeling of envy when he considers anyone else holding her attention. It’s only while stepping into a hallway off the main ballroom that his playful demeanor shifts almost immediately with the loss of power and fireworks in the distance. No, not fireworks. Despite abdicating his birthright, he can still recognize the telltale sound of gunfire when it echoes behind the smattering light display outside. Long legs carry him down the adjoining hall where black sequins disappeared only moments before, fervently seeking Adelina out only to reach her figure just as the lights flicker on again. “Kahretsin!” He practically teleports to her side with urgency, attempting to locate where the reddish evidence is spilling out onto slender fingers. “It’s me, it’s just me. Can you point where––?”

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Adelina visibly relaxes the second his voice breaks through the shock taking over her senses. Breathy gasps leaving the dark-haired woman as her dark hues shift towards him as she focuses on his question. Her hand lifts from the ground, shaking as it shifts to her abdomen. Her finger tips touching the spot she had earlier, a sharp intake of air as the pain shifts across her. If there is one thing on her mind it’s not making it out of this building alive, it’s not seeing her abuela in the morning and listening to all the questions about the dark-haired male who came over to help put the Christmas tree up. She lifts her hand from the ground, grabbing his wrists despite her fingers being covered in the sticky crimson red liquid. She thinks about the fact someone was in this area only moments ago with a gun and how easy it would be for them to pull the trigger on the Ozdemir male. “Run,” it’s the only thing she can gasp out.