#* in chara ‚ thread ... // parieur .

[thefixeraa]

... starter call , @parieur : accepting .

a cool demeanor , a nonchalant air ... chaos thrived in these tense moments , and yet it doesn't seem to bother her at all . the fixer felt more at home here among the stress and uncertainty . she was always used to the way change comes with time ( as opposed to the other party , who can't deal with the slightest inconvenience . ) whether it put her in a good or bad position , it was mia's ability to stay on her feet at all times and always , BE ONE STEP AHEAD OF EVERYONE ELSE . it figures a man so rigid and by the books , could not afford for anything to go ass up . everything needed to be perfect , even if it wasn't . mia's duffle bad sildes off her shoulder , and in it goes into the trunk with an audible thump . head bobs along with his words ( she sniffs the air and all she could smell was the coming storm . BLOOD WAS SURE TO BE SPILLED . )

mia goes to shove her duffle bag further into the trunk of the car . when the gps was put into her view , " no roads and armed men , in the ass end of where ever the fuck we are ? " her head nods off to the side and then chuckles , " sounds like a fuckin' party . " her body straightens and leans against the car , the seriousness that pertains to this job is quite evident in marcel's voice . " can't forget the reason why you dragged my ass outta bed , just to cover yours . " naturally the little jab is said with humorous intent , becuase it can't always just be serious . which will be expertly protected while she was there , so he needn't worry too much about it . plus ... SHE'S HERE TO LIGHTEN THE LOAD . " is there any particular group of people i have to worry about more ? "

[thefixer]

  ...    starter call , @parieur  //  no longer accepting .  the salt of the sea ━━━  of the water and air .  the wind blows through her blonde locks as the boat sails steadily beneath her .  she's been on this thing for a while now ...  three weeks or so  (  and honestly she really hasn't spent the time keeping track ,  though headquarters tells her it's april the eighth and she had set sail last month .  )  she's been a good girl ,  a good soldier .  taking this assignment up and sacrificing her own time ,  her energy and not to mention her body to get close to le chiffre .  not to kill him ...  unless there was a pretty damn good excuse to ,  but to just monitor his movement and see what his current activities were .  

don't get close ,  don't be suspicious .  no unnecessary moves that would otherwise blow your cover .  she couldn't do anything even if she knew that people would suffer .  she had a part to play and like we've already established ━━━ ,  she's a good soldier .

her eyes were closed momentarily while focusing on the sounds of the boat pushing through the water .  mia's eyes only open a minute or two later ,  and watches a school of dolphins play in the far distance .  there's a hint of a smile that spreads across these full ,  ruby lips of hers .  it's then that she turns her head to see le chiffre talking with one of his men .  stealing his gaze for a moment before she turns her head back to face the water .  she could imagine what he see's ...  this blonde buxom woman  (  his taste really ...  being french was just a bonus to him .  )  hearing his footsteps come closer ,  a kiss pressed against her forehead ,  making her lean ever so into it .  " arriverons-nous bientôt ? "  she steals his gaze once more ,  " autant j'ai apprécié mon temps sur ton bateau, chérie.  je suis enfermé dans ce bateau depuis trop longtemps. "