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#˚✧* ––– uncrossed wires ; muse #reatohq;task

text ˚✧* ferris

ferris: Holy. Hell. My. Guy.

ferris: So, you're telling me that some middle-aged CEO is having like ten different hook ups and hasn't been caught by his wife? What the hell!?

ferris: How did you get this information exactly??

atticus: Yeah, that's exactly what I'm telling you. Can you believe that?

atticus: It's fucking disgusting.

atticus: It might be better if I don't tell you? I don't wanna get anyone in trouble.

#˚✧* ––– ferris #˚✧* ––– phone

text ˚✧* ferris

atticus: I might have done a bad thing???

atticus: Can you check your email, man?

#˚✧* ––– ferris #˚✧* ––– phone

A Message to a Mistress ––– ˚✧*

The coffee in his mug turned cold as the afternoon progressed, Las Vegas sun spilling in from the warehouse windows to drench his jeans in light and coruscate the rim of his glasses. Atticus read. The pages and pages of research he compiled about The Atlas Company and its CEO Carter Alucard ignited the fire deep within his chest. Their information was a steely reminder of why he’d wanted to join Reato in the first place. It was common knowledge that the suit-wearing puppet man was slimy, but Atticus hadn’t realized to what extent. He found trails of broken laws and bank statements that didn’t line up. Shady calls and rented hotel rooms. Through the blaze of his music, Atticus smoothed his hair and put his hat back on, watching the material he’d gathered leave the printer. He sifted through it again, a highlighter his only tool as he felt the injustices pile in his mind. He shelved them, like he would with any facts. He rose anew with rage and passion. And, when the day turned its page to night, Atticus’ only light was his laptop screen, his face illuminated by the inner workings of Carter Alucard’s own computer. He had dug quite a hole, so much so, that the sky was a distant window and he smoothed the dirt over his head. Facing Carter’s things gave him access to everything he’d come across in the news articles, every speculation. Within five minutes, he could reroute the money he’d been embezzling to the Reato bank account. Within two, he could download his meeting schedule and track his day. But that wasn’t his main focus. Those two were drizzles on the ocean’s surface compared to the tsunami he eyed. The right of Carter’s work documents sat his texts. Above coarse messages to his wife, there was another thread. Pages and pages revealed the details of Carter’s secret, licentious affairs. It would all be so easy. Easy to release to the public, easy to blackmail Atlas, easy to take down his entire empire. Suddenly, Atticus’ fingers froze over the worn keys. He ripped the headphones out of his ears and fell out of his long rhythm.

He slowed down.

The music continued, just more subdued and his heart seemed to beat alongside the whisper of guilt. He’d broken the law before, but this felt bigger, much riskier, and lonelier as the warehouse dipped in silence, empty. He wanted the team there. Atticus’ head felt heavy as it flooded with all of the ways that his plan could fail. The countless ways it could destroy everything that everything the group had built. He let himself breathe and shut his laptop. He started to pack up his things and it was almost like his sneakers against the floor pleaded with him to finish what he’d started. A memory filled the silent room, that of Atticus’ interview with Reato. “Are you really prepared to pack up everything and risk your life for the greater good?” they’d asked. He remembered his exact response. His peach lips had fallen into a curve, the phrasing of the question reminding Atticus of daring stories of protagonistic heroes, the makings of fiction. He never felt much like the center of a story. The idea of doing something so honorable, with the potential to do something with substance felt dreamlike, but now it stood right in front of him with eyes that seemed to dare him to press send. “I’m not proud of any piece of my life anymore,” he’d admitted during his interview, the deep tenor of his voice, burying a gentle shame behind hot determination. “I want to help with this group, if you’ll let me, in anyway I can.” Atticus returned to his seat. He opened his computer again.

And he forwarded Carter Alucard’s text messages to the group.

Subject; This Might Help Us...

To; [ GEMMA HWANG ] [ KATIA ROSSI ] [ COSIMA PIERCE ] [ DELILAH JULIETTE HAN ] [ FERRIS WRIGHT ] [ COLE TOMLINSON ] [ ROMEO VU ]

From; [ ATTICUS FISHER ]

#reatohq;task #THIS IS PROBABLY RIDDLED WITH TYPOS I'm sorry

ferrisnotbueller:

Even though he was kidding around, Ferris can’t help but feel a bit insulted at the way Atticus has to squint. But, once Atticus wraps him in a warm embrace Ferris can’t help but smile. He gives Atticus a few heavy pats on the back before pulling away. “I know, I know. It’s such too sad. But, it’s too late now, I’m happily married to science,” he sighs deeply and looks off dreamily. “You should have taken the chance while you had it,” he continues to mock, looking back at Atticus with a wide smiling that’s trying to mask the laughter rising in his abdomen. “I don’t see it, maybe the plane ride over already cost you the tan. You do look a little taller, though… Maybe you’ve grown your hair out a bit.” Ferris positions his hands to pantomime looking through a lens at Atticus. He puts his hands back down by his sides once he’s finished his assessment of the other. “Good to see you back, though, bro.”

“Wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry. Science is mine. I thought we were exclusive,” Atticus clutches a hand over the material of his shirt, his heartbreak exaggerated by the wideness of his eyes. “I’m losing both of my loves today. I’m gonna need a moment.” He sits, catching Ferris’ laughter and letting his own rise and twist with his. Through Ferris’ makeshift camera lens, Atticus poses, bringing his hand to pat the top of his hair. “Yeah, maybe so. I did not get a haircut while I was over there.” He softens, his expression warm and gentle when he pushes back the edging of his sleeves. “You too, man. You had a good trip?”

#˚✧* ––– ferris #HI HI HI leila <33

romeovu:

“Sounds bad,“ Ro replied, tilting his head at Atticus, “Maybe consider not doing that?”

As he walked into the room, he began rifling through the cabinets, looking for something to eat.

“Looks like someone is going to have to stop at the store again,” he muttered to himself, “though, with my luck, it’ll just end up all being some form of processed sugar again.“

Looking at Atticus again and recognizing the cover of the latest edition of the local newspaper, he felt his stomach clench in a way that surprised even him. Somewhere in there, there was mention of the latest to happen to Valitus & Divitus, and he couldn’t help but feel- guilty.

“What are you reading?“ he smiled stiffly, sliding into a seat across from the other

“Warm welcome,” Atticus quipped in a mumble. He gnawed slightly on his bottom lip when he sat back down again, re-situating the wire frames around his eyes, burying his attention back into his reading, letting the facts drench over him like ice water. “I think there’s some apple slices in the fridge, but I could be wrong.” All he was armed with was the rim of lukewarm coffee. Tumbled by the reading, he’d forgotten about the cup he’d made for himself about an hour or so back. His eyebrows were black archways when he peered over at Romeo. “The news,” he offered simply, with no intention of coarseness. “It’s a shit show.”

#˚✧* ––– romeo #hey a! so sorry for the hold up #I hope you're having a nice day!

letter addressed to: @romeovu

The hum of the air conditioning in Reato’s warehouse was the only symphony that played as Atticus trudged through The Las Vegas review. There was something about a black and white hardcopy that made the news even more discouraging than flipping through the updates on his phone screen far away. The words were chalky and untenable and, having distanced himself from Nevada for the past three months, Atticus felt increasingly like the problems had stacked, unmanned while they all disbanded. Romeo’s shoes against the floor of Reato’s warehouse blended with the melody of the AC and Atticus looked up to see a face he hadn’t in a while. Thrilled to see his friend again, Atticus felt how every curve of his expression seemed brighter. He, then, let his smile press into that of a mischievous smirk when he stood up and placed a hand over his heart.

“Oh, Canada, my home and native land...” he sang the national anthem, peppering his joke with a touch of laughter.

#˚✧* ––– romeo #he's being so annoying I'm sorry #we'll get to the rich kid corruption #I just gotta ease in

ferrisnotbueller:

“Look who’s got muscles now?” Ferris shows off his bicep by flexing, but really there is nothing special going on there. “Bet you’re sad to have passed this up when it was still lanky and barely visible!” He laughs boisterously, a wide smile coming across his face. “So, how have you glowed up?”

His features are teasing under the willow of florescent lights when Atticus squints at Ferris’ muscles. A deep, thundering kind of laugh hoists his body from its chair when he goes to embrace his friend. “Shit, I missed my chance at being with you?” Atticus asked, feigning dejection when he lets Ferris go. “Uh, I don’t know.” He shrugs lightly, bashful, his smile perched to one side. The engineer pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “I got a little tanner, I think. Can you tell?”

#˚✧* ––– ferris #hi hi hi <3

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ferrisnotbueller:

FERRIS: Crazy party last night. A few people from the hostel made a three hour drive to a local beach party.

FERRIS: Never drink a bright pink shot that someone random hands to you.

ATTICUS: DUDE, that’s Party 101!

ATTICUS: Does whatever land you ended up in have Advil?

#˚✧* ––– ferris #˚✧* ––– phone

Ferris: Try TWENTY HOURS. I still haven't felt my ears pop and I've been on the ground for over an hour now.

Ferris: RIP me.

Ferris: I did, but I think that some old lady was trying to take it before I got to it in time.

Ferris: How are you settling in?

Atticus: That's the fucking worst. I'm sorry, bro.

Atticus: She was probably trying to cop the black Converse and jean jackets from your bag. Steal your look.

Atticus: I'm doing alright! It's nice to be away for a while. What about you?

#˚✧* ––– ferris #˚✧* ––– phone

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COLE: If you get fired, you’ll be homeless for awhile.

COLE: It’s going, mostly tired all the time but I can’t complain. How’s it by you?

ATTICUS: Thank you for the vote of confidence, C!

ATTICUS: You been sleeping alright?

#˚✧* ––– cole #˚✧* ––– phone #no that's perfect!!! less searching for me g bless <3

Romeo: I don't know how to reply to that and I'm deeply disappointed that you wouldn't humor my misery.

Romeo: However, let me live vicariously through you. What's happened so far?

Atticus: Sorry, I can try again, if you'd like.

Atticus: C'mon, man. Canada is the best. It has six timezones! (How was that?)

Atticus: Have you been to Morocco before? It's beautiful. I'm a busboy, so I make 45.75 dirham an hour, which is like five bucks. So living lavishly, obviously.

#˚✧* ––– romeo #˚✧* ––– phone