#;; johnathan parsons

[msmelissalin]

FOR: @johnnparsons WHEN: 17th of March, 2024. WHERE: Johnathan's House.

Once, Melissa Lin had felt something akin to invincibility under the Rutherford banner. Now, things were changing. Decisions had been made, and, shots had been called; some winners, some losers. She'd known the dangers of the lifestyle they'd chosen, although the stark realities were something they'd later have to learn to deal with. The Rutherford's had grown and expanded far past what they believed possible. Still, none of that had shown any comprehension of what they would become years later, or better yet, who. The kinds of people they would shift and transform into became the leaders of what was now the Rutherford organization.

But time kept moving, the world stopped for no one.

This home was vastly different from the one they'd once shared together. Still, she kept her eyes away from the mantlepiece, in case she found a photo of Zoe, or something else she'd care little to see. She was here for business, she was quick to remind herself.

Sentimentality was a luxury she could ill afford.

"Johnathan?" Melissa called, barely looking up from her perch on his sofa as she flipped through document after document. "If I do a hostile takeover of this company, legitimize it -- we're going to have to do some damage control. We can't put this under the Rutherford name in this state. We'd have lawsuits falling from the sky."

[msmelissalin]

@johnnparsons

The Sopranos - S03E07 - Second Opinion

[filmjunky-99]

s t a r t r e k t h e n e x t g e n e r a t i o n created by gene roddenberry [the vengeance factor, s3ep9]

'A fine ship, Commander.' - sovereign marouk

[franciscovidal]

@johnnparsons

Vidal: The Sicilians will come and look for G. Not good news for sovr. Call me

[lararutherford]

@johnnparsons Dated: 8/4/24.

'Wait here.' Even though he seemed unhappy about the request, Ayaz obliged with a silent nod.

Bringing him into the conversation might've been necessary at some point, but she was also aware that Johnathan and many of the others were currently on edge. Whilst he might've spared patience for her by default, the same could not be said for everybody working under the Rutherford name. Best to gauge his mood... Given the circumstances, he'd been remarkably difficult to pin down until now.

But her father was in town, and as was often the case, where Andrew Rutherford happened to be, his best friend soon followed. Ayaz waited patiently at the door as she let herself into the room. The head of London wasn't alone, but she had at least been courteous enough to make sure the meeting wasn't important before a quiet interruption. It didn't take more than a look for his company to take their leave.

And then, it was just them.

"We need to talk."

[maksimkurylenko]

Maksim dripped with venomous sarcasm, eyes narrowing into slits, crossing his arms over his lower chest. He respected Johnathan, or at least as much as he could given the circumstances in which they'd had to play nice. They always knew it was going to turn bad, it'd ony been a matter of time. Of them all Johnathan could've fitted in amongst them, out there, white hot rage and fists that were practically made of cement.

And Maksim knew his ranking, he was nowhere near this man. But he would not back down, so he levelled his gaze.

"Now, now, Johnathan.'' He corrected himself, dragging his tongue over his lower chapping lip. ''Aren't we meant to be friendly..." Maksim asked, picking at a fraying thread of the edge of his cuff. "Thought it was all about keeping apperances, or d'ya leave that for the ex-wife?"

maksimkurylenko​:

Slowly, Maksim’s lips curled into a malevolent grin, fingers tracing the edge of the crystal glass in hand. The amber glint caught the dim light. Taking a step forward, the presence of the other male overpowering, suffocating. “Good to know you’ve still got a sense of humor, John,”

-

“Johnathan.”

He watched, rather unimpressed, as this puppy pranced, playing at being in his prime. Perhaps, at one point, Johnathan did harbor some shred of respect for the Kurylenko family and all they were capable of. They were, if nothing else, soldiers to be sicced at their enemies, but the most recent developments left him rather...

Livid.

And Maksim drew a poor lot, a target for Johnathan’s displeasure. “With how hard you and yours shat the bed lately, I’d be careful with such threats.”

[constance-rutherford]

@johnnparsons Dated: 25/3/24.

It'd been a few days. Most of which she'd spent with her daughter, trying to be of comfort in the wake of yet another disastrous after party. Constance hadn't been present for anything beyond the ceremony itself, and whilst she understood she should be grateful for that as the night's misery had come to light in horrific detail, a part of her still felt guilty for the people who mattered most having to endure it alone. Could she have done anything to help? Doubtful. But the mind was rarely rational in moments like these.

Showing up at his place had been a gamble when she wasn't even sure he wanted company. Whilst she didn't know all the details, she was aware that the Rutherfords were dealing with the nightmare of one of their own being taken. And she couldn't have even imagined being in Emilio's position. Couldn't imagine what must've been running through their minds. What if it had been Yvonne?

But he had answered the door. And he had let her inside with her pitiful offering of wine and a shoulder if he needed one. As she lowered herself onto the couch beside him, though, Constance couldn't help but wonder how useful either would be.

"You don't have to talk about this," she said, fingertips brushing the hair at the back of his head gently. "But don't not talk about it for my sake. I'm here if you need me to be."

[jordana-velasquez]

@johnnparsons

It was rarely that she would check in with Johnathan, but what transpired from the awards after party hit home, and she was personally invested in making sure Gianna was brought home in one piece.

No one messed with her family.

"Mr. Parsons." A smile pulls on her lips catching his sight. "I wish I had news to share, but we still don't." They had orders to follow, but it was getting hard not to want to do it the way she would.

[maria-azenha]

Maria: It's Maria.

Maria: I made it home.

[henrygarcia]

@johnnparsons

"Uncle John!" Valentina called out as soon as she was close enough, steps as quick as her heels would allow. She dropped the train gathered in her arms in favor of the man who had always been so nice to her ever since she was a kid when the town she grew up was not as. Though Valentina was old enough to know the reputation that preceded him, she did not forget Johnathan for how she knew him.

"I almost didn't expect to see you here, let alone all suited up like this. You look great!"

[amaroadriana]

@johnnparsons

"On a scale from 1-10, how much are your inside turning right now?"

[msmelissalin]

Texting - Johnathan.

Melissa: Hey JJ. Melissa: Are you at Adriana's birthday? Melissa: Haven't see you, if so. :) Melissa: Seen**

[gianna-palazzolo]

'It's fine, don't worry.' Gianna somehow doubted that, but also knew there was no point pushing.

The look of concern that painted her face softened—albeit only slightly—as he offered his bow tie. There was no saving the dress now, but perhaps it would help slow her descent into the 'just walked out of a slasher movie' look...

What she hadn't expected was for him to reach out himself. His touch against her skin seemed impossibly gentle given that she'd just witnessed him strangle the life out of somebody with the very same hands. It offered a brief moment of comfort to detract from the sense of dread settling in the pit of her stomach, though, and even if she nodded a silent 'I'm fine, don't worry' of her own, that was appreciated. A bloody nose and concussion she could deal with. Understanding that she'd likely just beat an Italian 'ally' to defend a Rutherford, was a slightly different story.

As she looked back at him silently, noting he wore a concern all of his own, Gianna couldn't help wonder if he was worried about that or the blood.

"Yeah, I should..." God, how the fuck had tonight turned out like this? "Message me later. Please. Just so I know you got out all right."

Seeing her with blood dripping down her nose wasn't exactly an easy sight and it only made Johnathan squeeze the belt around the bastard's neck with that much more force. It wasn't about underestimating her or thinking she couldn't handle it -- if anything, she could probably handle it better than he could -- but he'd only ever felt unfiltered rage when someone he cared about got hurt.

He'd already known she'd be able to fend for herself but it was different seeing it with his own eyes for the first time. His gaze flickered back and forth between her and his own threat, as he tried his best to twist around and wiggle out of the grasp. Finally, the Frenchman slowly stopped fighting back as his limbs went limp. There was a loud thud as one final blow from Gianna sent the bigger man to the ground and then followed another, as Johnathan dropped the second body.

"So are you," he says, walking towards her as he shakes his hands to relieve some of the tension, nodding towards the blood on her dress. "It's fine, don't worry." He couldn't feel the pain yet, even as he pressed a hand to his side. A concern-filled gaze sweeps across her features as he takes in her injuries. Johnathan slips off his bowtie that was hanging loose beneath his collar and hands it to her, for the nose bleed. Despite his own advice, he couldn't help but ask, "You alright?" With his thumb, he wipes away some blood that was almost reaching her eye. "You should get out of here."

[franciscovidal]

@johnnparsons

"Two nominations and yet..." He clapped the other man on the back. "Always next year, mate."

[constance-rutherford]

@johnnparsons Time: pre-awards.

Finding him had become a priority for the sake of her sanity. With the exception of her daughter, there were few in attendance Constance wanted to see, let alone speak to.

Of course he looked good. He always did. But whenever Johnathan was forced out and paraded around at one of these things, she could tell he was entirely out of his element. Stifling her amusement at his expense was difficult when it was so bloody endearing, but coming from her, at least he knew the teasing was good-natured.

"Why do I feel like trying to get you into that suit was the equivalent of trying to force an angry chihuahua into a dress..? Were there any survivors?"

[mobscene-awards]

RUNNERS UP:

Johnathan Parsons | 15

Oliver Parra | 10

Yves de Metz | 5