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@franciscovidal
Vidal’s flat in Brixton.
Santiago Cabrera as Aramis in The Musketeers (2014–2016)
Benjamin: Calling me a twat means you're usually in a good mood. Benjamin: Yes, you get paid to come and bring me an overnight bag to the hospital. Did you forget English since I last spoke to you...26 hours ago, or what? Benjamin: Many thanks :)
Benny: I want double. Benny: You really should get a bird to do that shit for you. It's embarrassing. Benny: But then again - mommy issues, innit? Benny: https://media.tenor.com/R9gcbPgv0PMAAAAM/salty.gif
Melissa: I think you have more important things to do, like remember your manners. But I guess if you aren't sipping beer. Melissa: it must be the withdrawls, because there isn't any other way you're speaking to me like that? Melissa: I guess you're loose in the terms of social expectancies, but maybe take some time to read up, and message me back when you're in a better mood.
Vidal: I don't need manners. go deal with your own shit.
Jordana stood in the back, giving Vidal the space to allow his frustration and hurt out, in agreeance that the men set out to find information for them were incompetent fools. The job was simple, at least to her, and there should be some information that could be found to lead them in her direction.
She waited until he left, moving from her spot, coming to stand where her friend was moments ago. "Get out there and don't come back until you've found something. Go knocking on all doors in Haringey. I don't care what mess you leave." Her orders stern, watching heads nod at her before she followed after Vidal.
"I know you will." A pause. "We will find her. Even if we have to go do it ourselves." Jordana came to stand beside him. "But, we need to do it with a clear head and a plan that will go completely out the window." That is what usually happened with them, plans not working how they should. She would burn the city down if anything happened to Mateo.
While what she was doing was supposed to be confronting, it wasn't. If it wasn't an answer, if it wasn't a clue, then he didn't bloody care. At most, he was trying not to take his frustrations out of her. It wasn't fair, she didn't do it, she was trying to help. Just as Mateo was, just as everyone else was. But as she continued to speak, his head lifted as he turned to face her.
"Jordana." He said, slowly. "We're not in a line of business to make empty promises. To say empty words." Not when the situations was what it was. As sickening the thought was, he had to think of every option. "Plan. It's always about a fucking plan. Don't you get it?" But he didn't say the rest.
The truth was, he was going to do anything to get Kathleen back. Even if that meant giving himself up. He didn't care, he just wanted her back. Alive.
Benjmin 📱 Benny
Benjamin: Dickhead. Benjamin: I might need you to come see me. Benjamin: Got myself into a bit of a pickle, haven't I.... :) bring an overnight bag, I'll owe you. Benjamin: Before you ask, yes I'll pay you.
Ben: 1. wtf you twat. 2. i get paid? 3. wtf
MELISSA 📱 VIDAL
Melissa: Are you attending the event this weekend? Melissa: I see Johnathan managed to get out of it. Melissa: Please don't tell me you're leaving me to fend all for myself amongst the imbeciles.
Vidal: I am not. I have more important things to do than fucking sip beer. Vidal:m"managed to get out of it"? jfc, Melissa. Vidal: it is your fucking choice. No one is making you go.
@jordana-velasquez
"That's not good enough!" They called these things plans? No, Vidal knew what plans looked like and these were a bunch of shitty little children's games. "Do I look like a bloody fool?" His voice was raised, and the people around him took a step back. They hadn't really seen him like that, not ever. But Vidal was losing his patience. Kathleen had been missing, and he was no closer to finding her than the day she'd gone missing. How was that an answer to any of his questions?
There were none, not until he could lay his eyes on her.
"Fucking do it." He shouted again, this time kicking the door though as he stormed out of the room.
"What is the fucking use of them if they can't do shit?" He asked Jordana, knowing that she followed him out. "I swear to fucking God, I will do anything to get her back." And he meant it.
@kathleenzhao
As he went into their bedroom, Vidal gently placed the covers over Kathleen, careful to try not to wake her. It was still early, but he hardly had gotten any sleep and was heading out in a few minutes. "Hey, sleep, it's alright." He didn't want to worry her, but Francisco also knew there was no way of hiding of what he was really feeling. The anger, the fear, the unknown of it all. It was all in the pits of his stomach, brewing for what felt like dread. "I don't know when I'll come back." As always, he didn't want to give her empty promises. Didn't want her waiting up, making herself go crazy.
@johnnparsons
Vidal now sat across from his friend, clearly just minutes before blowing up. "I can't do it this way, John."
It wasn't because he thought they weren't doing enough. Though of course, Vidal himself wanted to rip the skin of the earth to find her. He felt embarrassed and incapable these days. Because he knew how much his niece was suffering.
Where: Bar in Westminister
Who: @mobscene-starters
"Not tonight."
She was in a mood, which wasn't unheard of, but more so with the lack of sleep and helping her family try to find Gianna before shit hit the fan.
Her gaze left a slight warning to not test the grounds, placing her drink down, because heaven forbid she could have one sip and hear her own thoughts.
"Not tonight what?" Vidal asked, rubbing his eyes. He was visibly tired, not getting much sleep these days, even when he tried. Even if he did manage to get a wink, he had nightmares, nightmares which felt like the utter reality which Gianna was facing. Neither was worse than the other.
He took a sip of scotch before placing the cup down and looking at his friend. "You not planning to do anything that would jeopardise you and Matty?"
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@johnnparsons
Vidal: just name a time and a place, I’ll make the time.
Lara: My new place in Haringey. Lara: [forwards the address] Lara: 6pm.
Vidal: see you then.
@franciscovidal [text]
Lara: I'd like a word. Lara: Where and when are you free to meet?
Vidal: just name a time and a place, I’ll make the time.
Vidal: now that we cleared that up. Dante has gotten in touch with the Sicilians and that means they’re not going to be happy about the ahit that happened. Honestly I don’t give a single fuck about who says what but I’m going to use everything in my availability to find her. At this point i want you to know that my Brixton boys are already on it and they’re going to meet who ever is going to be a lending hand. * a slight pause* I told you. I bloody told you these cunts should not be brought here. I don’t care what you are going to tell me now. But if a single hair falls off her head I’m going to end as many of them as necessary. Even if it’s all of them and even if it will cost me my life. That’s my family.
Johnathan: Here's what you're going to do. Take everyone that's available and find her. Stay out of the Sicilians' way. Let them go after the fucking Russians. They'll do the damage we don't have to do. If you take it too far, it will cost you your life. Think about what that would do to her. I'm meeting with Lara soon and we'll handle the Russians. They fucked up taking Gianna and we'll remind them of that. If they don't realise their fucking mistake, then you can have free reign to do whatever the fuck you want.
Vidal: I… yeah, aight. Keep me in the loop. If you need me, I’m just a phone call away. If you can’t reach me - call Benny.
@johnnparsons
Vidal: The Sicilians will come and look for G. Not good news for sovr. Call me
Johnathan: *calling*
Vidal: *picks up* Vidal
Johnathan: John
Vidal: now that we cleared that up. Dante has gotten in touch with the Sicilians and that means they’re not going to be happy about the ahit that happened. Honestly I don’t give a single fuck about who says what but I’m going to use everything in my availability to find her. At this point i want you to know that my Brixton boys are already on it and they’re going to meet who ever is going to be a lending hand. * a slight pause* I told you. I bloody told you these cunts should not be brought here. I don’t care what you are going to tell me now. But if a single hair falls off her head I’m going to end as many of them as necessary. Even if it’s all of them and even if it will cost me my life. That’s my family.
@johnnparsons
Vidal: The Sicilians will come and look for G. Not good news for sovr. Call me
Johnathan: *calling*
Vidal: *picks up* Vidal