#ft. audra

[philippe-rochefort]

closed starter: philippe + audra / @audrasmythe

location: private diplomatic storage vault

the elevator descended without a sound, stopping well below street level. philippe keyed in a secondary code, then pressed his palm to the glass panel until the lock released with a muted click. the vault opened into a climate controlled chamber "remember, this stays off the books for now, mrs smythe" he said quietly, not looking at audra yet

he crossed to a reinforced cabinet, withdrew a velvet lined case, setting it on the table. he then lifted the lid of the case, letting the emerald necklace of empress marie louise catch the white light's glow. philippe stayed silent for a while, analyzing the necklace, then let his gaze move to audra, studying her reaction as carefully as the piece itself

"i wanted you to be the first to see it" the man admitted, his gaze locked on hers "now tell me, what the hell do we do with this?"

[lcstbcy]

@audrasmythe

Still getting used to leaving his car in the parking lot and instead making his way through the city on foot, Matty has miscalculated how long it takes to get to the bar where they'll meet. He takes long, deliverate steps, but still he can feel the tension grow with every foot he puts forward. He's been doing the odd job here and there for a connection, but this feels like a next step. He's actually carrying a stack of passports now, this isn't just being a driver or an extra body in a confrontation.

When he finally makes it to Barbarella, he checks his phone and cocks his head to the side. He caught up some of the time and ends up only eleven minutes late, not as bad as it could be, but also not great. Immediately as he walks in, he looks over to the table on the far left side, underneath the lamp by the window, as the instruction had said, and though he doesn't usually have many expectations, the patron sitting at the table isn't exactly who he thought he'd see. When he thinks of a forger, he imagines a hacker-style nerd with a hoodie over his head and maybe some leftover cheetos on his sleeve.

"Yo," he quips once he's close to the table, unsure how to proceed. "You.. Smythe?"

[theodorechoi]

LOCATION: OUTSIDE THE JUMPING JACK POWER PLANT TIME: BEFORE THE 6 PM SYNDICATE MEETING WHO: FOR @audrasmythe ; @wxkethedead ; @ibrahim-ziani​

Theo’s reminded, as he stands outside in the May weather, just how much he hates the summer. The air’s a kind of sticky humid, and it lingers on his skin as he leans against the exterior wall of the power plant. Maybe if he inhabited another body he would come off as cool and casual, but Theo being Theo, he mostly just looks a bit grumpy. There’s a joint between his fingers that he pawned off of Izaak, and the irony isn’t lost on him, smoking something rolled by the man who’s probably going to rank near the top of the hit list they’ll compile tonight. 

Theo takes a deep inhale and lets it out slowly, trying to savor the remainder of the joint while he still can. He doesn’t usually come to Syndicate meetings high, not on weed or on anything stronger, but this meeting especially feels like one where tensions will be high, and he’d rather not contribute to that. Rather mellow out for the group and, if he has to freak out, do it later, in privacy. When he does look up from the joint, it’s only because he sees other people coming, figures that he knows well to be other members. “Well howdy,” he greets, an underlying sarcasm to his greeting. “We excited for our little girl scout meeting? I’m really gunning to finally get my Outdoor Adventurer badge tonight.”

[sarcastrxphics]

Kade MFK: Morgan, Audra, McKenna

Marry Morgan, fuck Audra and kiss McKenna. I can’t kill her, she’s a human and her life’s already as short as it is. She should make the best of it.