THAT GIRL IS A PROBLEM

Amelia Neveu 25 French Organization Assassin

[amelia-neveu]

viktor--petrovsky:

I am not gonna lie… that’s definitely a turn on.

Is that the only reason you offered me candy? So I could turn you on?

[amelia-neveu]

lee-euna:

Careful. You will get it all over your face, eating like a whore.

Then crawl out of my ass and avert your eyes. 

[amelia-neveu]

“Chocolate? Well it’s not Halloween yet, but don’t mind if I do....” 

[amelia-neveu]

msfaye-stclair:

“Excuse me, sir, but I would appreciate it if you would calm down and lower your voice. There’s no reason to shout,” Faye says, standing a few feet away from her bodyguards. She couldn’t help it, there was clearly something wrong with him–booze, drugs possibly–and she couldn’t sit back and do nothing.

The blonde did as she always did, watching from the shadows, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time Faye went against her body guard’s orders to help someone. It almost made the assassin sick how spineless they were. With a sigh she gently pushed herself off the alley wall she was leaning on and tied her long hair back, just in case the drunk over there started to throw his arms.  “Ma’am maybe a bit of a greater distance would be wise.” she said as gently as she could, while moving herself in front of Faye and the man. 

[amelia-neveu]

viktor--petrovsky:

What can I say, I know what women like.

viktor–petrovsky:

What can I say, I know what women like.

When her drink comes she sips at it, leaning closer to him and lowering her voice just slightly, holding eye contact and resting her hand on his knee. “I bet you do, you’ve already managed to take care of me.” 

[ryanreynoldssource]

[amelia-neveu]

ryanreynoldssource:

Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively attend ‘The Captive’ Premiere at the 67th Annual Cannes Film Festival on May 16, 2014 in Cannes, France.

[oliver--parra]

[French]

[amelia-neveu]

oliver--parra:

Oliver laughed slightly as he opened the manila envelope, skimming over the photos of his family, even his bank records - boring he was, perfect. Amelia’s comment was entertaining, as equally as it was interesting. Had the French Mob been burned so often, as of recent, that they’d become addicted to the bloodied waters? It would be an idea he’d have to bring up with the others later. “We’re not the Russians,” Oliver said to Amelia with a grin as he flipped over the bank files, “but you have a point” - at this the most aggressive look fell upon the informant. “This is your first warning, Mr. Neve, the next one will not come from me, but her - I think you heard her comment the first time.”

Oliver folded his arms, keeping the folder in one hand, arm muscles twitching in reflexive annoyance, “Jesus was the only man who couldn’t be bought, but this man…” he flipped over the folder, “Can you do this?” He looked at Amelia only, ignoring their company.

Blue eyes filled with a predatory nature locked onto the now nervous man, Amelia snorted at Oliver’s comment about not being Russian. “I make them look like pussies.” she commented. Sometimes they play this game, an unintentional good cop v. bad cop, but in this case it was more like vaguely frustrated cop and blood thirsty cop. When he asked her if she could do it she almost rolled her eyes but stopped herself. 

“Of course, but you’ll have to clarify what I am and am not allowed to do.” she was notorious for a short fuse and lack of patience when it came to others screwing up simple tedious jobs. Especially when it was as simple as black mailing and threatening, she needed to know her limits. If it was up to her, families would be kidnapped and tortured, children would be missing, people would be framed, the list went on. 

[oliver--parra]

[French]

[amelia-neveu]

oliver--parra:

“Exactly how did the LCPD pick up the 210 kilos that was well hidden, and the 60 kilos we wanted them to find? This is why we buyout pilots; I wanted to know who the lead officer on that was. I wanted his name. Family, whatever the hell looks vulnerable. I wanted a fucking dossier on him. But, no, you’re too busy jacking off with dry hands; we pay you too much for you to walk in here and give me his stupid job title. Lucky for you, someone else did your homework,” pointedly Oliver smirked at the loyalist behind the airport informant, someone he knew well, someone who would get him what he wanted.

“This is why I always vote we kill off the useless.” her tone was empty with all emotion, not leaving room for even an ounce of doubt that she would go through with her threat. Her bony shoulder slammed into the man’s as she walked past him, basically shoving him out of the way. The blonde handed Oliver over a thick file. “He’s got a family three little ones and a pregnant wife, some bad debt he’s desperate to get rid of, the rest is in there. I gotta say he’s boring as shit, but I dug deep.” 

[amelia-neveu]

mayaxalliot

Even beat up there is no way I could ever look like shit. Please tell me it wasn’t you that broke the table at The Vault?

“....I’m not going to answer that.” 

[amelia-neveu]

dutchie-van-houten

“Gelul!” Dutchie breathed. “No, no one usually looks like that. You are a horrible liar. Would you like some help?”

Amelia stood straighter, slightly leaning away from the woman, already on high alert. “We’ve barely met and you insult my lying skills, no I don’t need help.”

[amelia-neveu]

viktor--petrovsky

What about bourbon?

Right next to whiskey that’s my favorite drink. Good guess. 

[amelia-neveu]

mayaxalliot

You look as good as I did the other day. 

“Doubtful, you looked like shit. Everyone is bound to get a few bruises in a bar fight.” 

[amelia-neveu]

reynoldsxalex

“What if I were completely naked?” he asked raising his brows “The front door’s not 10 feet into the living room.” Alex said as he looked behind at the door for a second, which was closed and in place, then back at her “How did you get in?” he asked, out of curiosity. Unless she teleported, but he was pretty sure that was impossible “It’s not my job, it’s yours.” she was taking the lead, he would only be there to observe, and learn how to keep his fists to himself “For now, yes. She said she’ll give further instructions.”

“If you had been naked then it would’ve been my lucky day.” she teased, setting the file down. Instead, Amelia stood, making her way over to the open window. “Idiot move, next person who comes in through here won’t be so friendly.” she ignored his statement about the job. She knew why Adrianne had paired them, she was testing him, Amelia had never taught anyone anything before. All her missions had been solo, besides the occasional paired undercover but that was always with Laurent or Oliver, but this was different. She knew how this woman worked and would take her challenge. 

[amelia-neveu]

viktor--petrovsky

“I  consider myself lucky, then. What’s your poison?”

“Surprise me, just be sure it’s none of those fruity drinks.” 

[amelia-neveu]

reynoldsxalex

Alex had just finished a shower in his room and just got out of the bathroom. He should really set an alarm in his place, so nobody could slip into his house however and whenever the fuck they wanted. It started with his brother, and it was going to end with Amelia. Hearing her voice he rolled his eyes and grabbed the folder Adrienne gave him, and went to where she was, throwing the folder in front of her on the small table “You don’t knock either apparently.”

“No, not really, don’t sound so surprised.” The blonde took the folder, catching a quick glance at Alex’s built body, biting back a smirk. Blue eyes skimmed the file and she flipped through it, getting the jist of the mission. “Must be exciting, being given a job with weight as you just got back.” she didn’t look up as she spoke, just flipped through the file. 

“Did she say anything else? She just wants leverage?” 

[amelia-neveu]

viktor--petrovsky

“I said your glass is almost empty and if you minded if I ordered a new drink for you.”

“I never mind, when a handsome man wants to order me a drink.” 

[amelia-neveu]

“Sure, I’m listening, what did you say?”