#franciscovidal

[msmelissalin]

For: @franciscovidal​ When: 18.12.2022 Where: Melissa’s House, Westminster.

‘‘So --- what are your plans for Christmas? Brixton pubs and cards or are you doing something else?’’ Melissa took a sip from the wine she’d poured for them, for once she was dressed down on the sofa in her house, mindlessly relaxed. ‘’I was thinking of inviting Benny and Benjamin over for the day time.’’

[amescastaignede]

@franciscovidal​

“Do you– can I– I mean---’’ 

What did she mean? The ramblings had become something of a normality in her life, she’d thought she’d eventually learn to deal with them. She hadn’t. How did she tell this random guy that all the other seats were taken, and all she wanted was to sit in the seat next to him?

Was it that hard?

“I– please.’’ She squeaked, eyes wide with that fear that had imbedded itself so deeply within her. She hated it, wanted to squash it between dainty fingers with all her mite. However, that was a pipe dream. Instead she swallowed down that worry as far as it would go. Praying and hoping. ‘’Please can I sit here...’’

[jordana-velasquez]

text | @ayaz--ates @franciscovidal

Jordana: I just saw the news. Jordana: Let me know if I need to go check on anyone.

[johnnparsons]

* vidal

Johnathan jumps to his feet, almost tipping their glasses over. Pointing at the screen, he speaks loudly over the crowd, "Russian."

Surrounded by South Londoners, he's the only one celebrating, and he doesn't even support Tottenham. He grins, glancing down at Vidal, and holds his hand out. "Pay up, mate."

A pound coin is placed in the middle of his palm. Years later, the mindless bets continue, each holding a staggering wager of a pound, no matter how big or small. They've yet to settle the score.

@franciscovidal

[jessi-reyes]

@jessi-reyes || Good Food 🥨. Better Drinks 🍺. Best Company 🤍. Thanks for getting shit-faced in NYC with me! @franciscovidal

[lararutherford]

@franciscovidal [text]

Lara: I'd like a word. Lara: Where and when are you free to meet?

[kathleenzhao]

@franciscovidal [text]

Kathleen: I just spoke with Dante. Kathleen: The Sicilians know. Kathleen: They'll give them some time to fix their mistake, but won't answer to the Sovrani after that. They'll just tear through London until they find her. You might want to warn Johnathan and Emilio.

[westminster-insider]

DATE NUMBER 23 - Sicily, Italy. Winning Bid: @franciscovidal with £31,000. Total Bids: 21.

"A visit to San Vito Lo Capo, Sicily, to embrace the beautiful beaches. An afternoon spent climbing the face of Monte Monaco, before winding down with a relaxing dinner in the town, with plenty of local wine to share."

Partner: @cassandra-acton Special prize upon arrival for Most Bids.

[ayda--demir]

Where: Laz @ Camden Where: June 14, 2023 Who: @franciscovidal​

Ayda spent her morning at the bakery, helping Mrs. Aksoy like she always did. It was a habit now and with the little sleep she was getting, it at least gave her an excuse to be up. She was excited to see Vidal, get out of the borough for a little, and pretend there was some part of her life that was normal. Nothing felt normal since the after party. 

She dresses more casual, but still nice, taking the extra effort to do her make-up and hair before catching the metro into Camden. It had been some time since she sold her car to help pay some of her debt. 

Arriving five minutes to spare, the Turk steps inside, chocolate hues glancing around the room, seeing that she arrived first, picking a table by the window. She orders a glass of water, glancing down at her phone, reading over some emails she had, waiting for him. 

[mobscene-london]

I gave plenty of warning. The following members have forty-eight hours resume activity, not give me excuses as to why it hasn't been happening, or the characters will be reopened. I repeat again, if you're struggling with muse, being around once every month and replying to the same people is not going to help that. I can only do so much to help. You have to be willing to help yourself. If that's not the case, that's fine. Drop the character and move somewere your muse flourishes. It'll be better for you, and somebody else can enjoy your character here.

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[gianna-palazzolo]

@franciscovidal​ Dated: April 14th, 2023.

“I shouldn’t be here.” More to herself than him, perhaps.

And yet she was. 

Maybe because she was hoping he’d give her the answer she wanted so she didn’t have to ask her uncle the same fucking thing. Where Vidal went, he and Mateo followed; of that, she was sure. It was a testament to the fact she honestly didn’t know where Emilio would stand on this situation if it was left up to him, though. About how far he would bend his own morals to appease the family he was so loyal to...

Gianna knew Francisco well enough to know that he was too good of a person to choose to back people like the Russians. But she also knew that he took orders like everybody else, and sometimes the choice was not their own.

“Are you with them, or against them?”

Whilst she had meant the Russians, she realised quickly that right now, depending on how they planned to deal with this, it could damn well mean the Rutherfords, too.

[msmelissalin]

@franciscovidal

Location: Rutherford headquarters. 

Time: 29th of October, 2022. ​

‘‘I’ve prepped some legal documents, including a deed of release on those that we don’t fully own yet to try and smooth the damage on the legitimate businesses.’‘ She paused, eyes scanning the paper work without looking up. ‘’Anything else you can think of that I’ve missed or could help?’’

[johnathan-parsons]

@franciscovidal​​

“I excpect there is much to talk about, yes?” 

That stint in Porto Velho had taken much longer than anticipated. Indeed, before Johnathan knew any better, months had passed, and he was still in the States. HIs return to London was unceremonious; quiet, undisturbed. Secretive. Those who needed to know, knew. 

Like Vidal. There was no doubt in Johnathan’s mind that Melissa had had everything under control, but he also knew that if he wanted the ugly truth, his friend’s opinion was the one to seek out. “Give me the rundown.”

[islahvnt]

@franciscovidal location: Isla's apartment: Islington

"I don't know what you expect me to do," She spat, her frustrations not exactly aimed at him directly, if anything he was the least likely person that she'd ever find some sense of irritation towards. For all he'd done for her - for her father, she wasn't about to lie to him about what had happened. "He swung first, spineless prick..."

Isla couldn't count the number of times she'd already been told to lay low - to not draw attention, but the all-out brawl that started when she'd told the guy where to shove it had been anything but. Clearly; he hadn't expected her to swing back, and hard. The fact that it'd taken another two people to actively pull her off of him might have been an oversight on her part, but her anger had been brewing since before she'd been arrested, and there was no cooling it now, her bruised and bloodied knuckles only further proof.

[jordana-velasquez]

Text | @franciscovidal

Jordana: Mateo was wondering if you and Kathleen would like to come for dinner tonight.

[jessi-reyes]

Mistletoe 2022

Where: Brixton When: December 2022 Who: @franciscovidal

She felt it fitting to meet him in his space. Brixton meant a lot to Vidal, and Jessica was keenly aware of that. Perhaps she had subconsciously chosen the location to try to cater towards him- put him in a good mood before seeing her. Though the location she picked was truly because of what she was looking at now. The lights and decoration. Up and down the street was decorated in christmas lights off all different colors. Several stores displayed holiday scenes and even the church towards the end of the street had a nativity scene out front.

With a light snow falling around her, Jessica thought back to their brief text messages. His proposal to meet. Her agreement and location suggestion. His thumbs up of understanding. It had all been so staral and impersonal, or was that just how she interpreted it? There was a time when she considered Vidal her greatest protection. He had always had her back and supported her. 

Then everything imploded.

Turning her head up, the light flakes of snow touched her cheeks as she stood leaning back against a light pole. Even bundled in her multiple layers and thick coat it would never be enough to make the Southern California girl to be comfortable in the snow. Though it was truly a magical sight to watch the lights glow in the soft snow.

“As much as I prefer the summer, snow is a beautiful sight,”