#stgervais

[shadowdavutoglu]

who: @jules-de-stgervais when: the middle of the night

Normally, this would have been Emir's job.

Bora did the hunting, finding and stalking his targets until the time and conditions were right, and then--as long as time allowed--his reliable, careful, level-headed middle brother would come clean up the scene. If the body was left as a warning, that just meant wiping all possible traces of Bora's involvement; if it was meant to look like an accident, Emir could arrange that, too. Other times, he and Bora worked together to take the evidence with them, wrestling heavy corpses into whatever vehicle the gang had come up with or taking turns clearing the way and preventing witnesses. From there, unless a body was bound for the barn, Emir would take over--and after twelve years on the job, he had a good reputation for making people disappear.

But it also meant his services were in high demand. Tonight they'd barely gotten Bora's latest target loaded up before Emir got a call from someone else in the gang, and Bora had told him to take it. This was the easy part, anyway, as long as he didn't get pulled over--and even if he did, the van had forged paperwork, and the body was hidden in a trunk among other furniture in the back. Just a regular antiques shipment.

Flipping open a burner phone as he drove, Bora typed the number from memory--there'd be no time to look it up if he ever needed the doctor for someone still living. "It's Shadow," he said. "I've got a delivery."

[rippedstitch-s]

( @jules-de-stgervais )

"I only text because I care." Asa reminds Jules. He's walking beside the other, nudging an elbow into his with a soft smile. There's no way it could be anything but soft, around someone he's known for so long. At this point, perhaps the person who's stayed around the longest. How is that even possible, with the things Asa has been put through, and even some of the things he's done.

Jules is still here. And he appreciates it - is grateful for it. He wouldn't be here without him, would he? "It just so happens it's. A lot of texts. About a lot of things. Sometimes simultaneously." The Irishman teases, wordlessly pointing out the bar they're walking towards, and pulling the door open for him as they get to it. "But I mean, how long were my old letters? Pages and pages. You somehow dealt with reading all that, yeah? These are just tiny letters." Then a look for a spot. Maybe a cozy table? Or just a spot at the bar? "Anywhere you fancy to sit specifically, love?"

[asa-m-holland]

WHO: @jules-de-stgervais WHERE: Undisclosed Location WHEN: 9:27 PM

A few minutes ahead of schedule, but it's such a careful process that he'd made sure to give the team extra time. Bodies into the bed of a truck - it's not just about the act of heaving (literal) dead weight, but the process of covering, hiding the stench. No blood stains in weird places, no bodily fluids leaking. The truck has to look perfectly normal, and the drive has to be done with no spectators.

So it's back roads, the long way round, until they arrive at the location. Pull into the back, under cover of night. Asa hops down and pats out any wrinkles in his old jean jacket as he tucks hands into his pockets. He's not going to interfere with the work - but he does want to see the setup. Of course the purchaser has been vetted, but it doesn't mean Asa can't be curious. "Ah, hullo." He sees him coming and holds out a tattooed hand in greeting. "There's four in there. Can't wait to see your space."

Asa stands in his casual clothes - some old striped button up, dad jeans, a denim jacket. A far cry from his suits for meetings and matters of importance. But it lets him blend in, even if the look in his eyes sometimes betrays him. Something akin to struck coal, fiery and just a bit dangerous.

[bcysdontcry]

CLOSED STARTER for @jules-de-stgervais. LOCATION / SETTING: Church, noon.

It's that time of the year again. There's a festive chill in the air, Christmas memorabilia cannot be escaped, and... he has an overwhelming need to go to church. Maybe it's the overindulgence of talking with his devout parents, or perhaps it's something far more fucked. In either case, Silas had sat through a church service, from start to finish. Kept his comments to himself. Participated a little even.

After it was over, he stepped into a confessional, proceeded to bare his heart and fucking soul to a priest he thinks couldn't care less, and cried a little. It's cheaper than therapy, and the lasting guilt is just so delicious.

He closes out with a prayer as if it's a fucking Ouija board, wipes the sadness off his face, and pulls the curtain back. When he steps out and begins his great escape, he bumps into another person amidst his haste—

"Shit, mate, sorry!" He probably shouldn't cuss in a church. "I didn't see ya there, totally my fault." He offers up a smile, albeit an awkward one.

[mixedinterpretations]

( @jules-de-stgervais )

It's been 4 years since Graham was killed. Long enough to heal, many would think. Even Gus - who convinces himself often that he's fine, that things are great. He's working again, he's back to his bubbly and friendly self. But certain things bring memories back that are hard to ignore.

Being invited for coffee with a former colleague, someone Gus might've been actively trying to distance himself from since that fateful incident, was definitely one of those things. But he's too nice to say no, and so he sits across from Jules, with a too-hot coffee warming his hands, for once at a loss for words. "It's. Been a while, huh? How're you doing?"

[pierre-laroche]

@jules-de-stgervais

At: Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum

The museum with its spiral singular wing and its eternally concave one wasn't precisely the best place for a business meeting. Ears and eyes everywhere, no corner where to hide. That's what made it so great for making a statement.

His informants made him aware of the detective's schedule and Pierre was pleased both because he was finally gonna look that stubborn cockroach in the eye, but also because the museum was one of those things he missed while de Saint Gervais was after him. What a unfortunate shame it was that no one knew what happened to the evidence, witnesses or records regarding yours truly. It was as though they never existed. And well, maybe they never existed.

Approaching Jules' side, Pierre looked up at the Paul Klee on the wall. He remained quiet, approaching the cartel by the painting's side to enter Jules de Saint Gervais' line of sight. Hands in his pockets, he feigned reading information he was already aware of.

[walid-the-engineer]

@jules-de-stgervais

Walid felt as light as a cloud, which would be - they guessed - a normal reaction to a good manner of drugs. There were very few thoughts of great importance in their head, and everything looked a little brighter. Even if it was about 2 am, even if they had a shift in four hours. They could perhaps sleep in their office.

They walked through the hallway, smile on their face, smelling very obviously of weed and being very oblivious to it. The Tower was always quiet during the night shifts, maybe a few people on call, most of them either droning away or fallen asleep behind their desks.

Knowing it would be office that they were high - not just the smell but how red their eyes were - they still risked a look inside the main operating room, and almost collided with someone heading out. "Ooooh," they slurred, then smiled. "Sorry."

[londonfalling-rpg]

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[worldburnrp]

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@jules-de-stgervais

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[detbell]

Starter for: @jules-de-stgervais Location: 1 Police Plaza, Will's office

Exhaustion was written all over his face, seemingly unable to be erased. Getting out of the office was the only thing on his mind as William's day dragged itself toward its close. There was still some time on the clock, though, which left enough time for an interruption.

He sighed heavily at the knock on his door but he called out for them to answer anyway, eyeing Jules - and the case file he was carrying - with a fair mix of apprehension and annoyance. "I'm out of her at 5:00," he warned, though a glance to the clock said it wasn't even 4:30 yet. "Or else that -" punctuated with a nod to the case file "- better be good."

[ameliaxdalton]

Where: the library Who: Amelia and @jules-de-stgervais

It was a classic scenario by now; Amelia, skating over to the library early in the morning just to get a few things done before lunch, only to blink and find that the sky was darkening outside again and she was buried under a stack of books she'd started cataloguing and shelving only to find that there wasn't enough room for the new stack in that section so now she was reshuffling half the place to make everything fit.

Good thing she liked to be busy and the other island residents didn't mind their ever evolving library, so long as the lady at the helm knew how to help them find what they needed. It wasn't like she had to stick to govornment codes or had a boss breathing down her neck. She had her cd player clipped to a beltloop, and was listening to an old Runaways album and was skating about the ailes with her book trolley to try and find homes for what she could.

There weren't usually many people here late, so she heard the heavy doors as someone pushed them open and slowly made her way back to the front, realising it was one of few island residents she hadn't really talked to, a newcomer. "Hi!" Amelia greeted, skidding her skates to a halt a little ways away from him. "Welcome to the library, I'm Amelia. Can I help you find something? I run the place. We've got books- obviously- cds, dvds, some vinyls... You can just browse, if you like. I'll be around for a while because I'm doing some organizing."

[kazxraval]

Abandoned building, near the industrial park ~ With ~ @jules-de-stgervais

Before the teleporters opened, Kaz was a regular Houdini. Came and went around the island as he pleased. Noticed only when he felt like it or when it was necessary. That had all changed. At least his 'commute' home remained relatively the same.

Out of all the various spots Kaz holed up over the years, he'd never stayed in the dorms. Or in one of the tidy (stuffy) little houses. The furthest quartered corner of the island became the physical manifestation of his own self-reliance. He never woke anyone with odd hours kept or unexpected night terrors. Little effort required to return to the disappearing act achieved before the apocalypse, when he wanted to.

Not one reason to change anything either. Still, he wondered when it might crumble. Like the damned building he passed, just then, on the walk. The outside still looked mostly the same as it did when he arrived, but the inside rotted away. (Not one reason to change).

A nostalgic scent made Kaz pause at the half-open door: tobacco. A breath in, and the flavor practically traveled into his lungs.

A careful glance around-- Kaz had an enemy on the island, so best to be cautious. The door pushed easily open despite the ached, bothersome creak it made. "I can smell the cigarettes." No real emotion attached to the observation. Said only to make whoever was around aware. Hey, if they wanted to share, that'd be alright too. The faint light of his phone swept over what might be a shadow. "I'd be careful in there," he called. Truthfully, Kaz had about two seconds of patience left before moving on. "Someone's fallen through the floor before."

[secretpathseditions]

Out walking at dusk. #dusk #mountains #sundown #sunset #clouds #outwalking #stgervais

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[bijouxdemur]

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[avbh]

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