#THREAD ;; wren gables

[seolinah]

MUSE: wren gables | 41 | hitman OPEN: f / nb (25+) PLOT: this plot ; wren's probably inserted himself in your muse's life as a means to get rid of you easier. why they've been targeted can totally be up to you as well as whether or not they know what wren's doing! (can be a neighbor, coworker, maybe some he's been seeing casually, something else)

It'd been weeks and he had yet to pull the trigger. Every time a moment presented itself, Wren found himself coming up with an excuse as to why he couldn't then and there. It was all a risk - he expected angry demands for answers from the one who'd hired him - but it was a problem he'd be concerned with when it happened. For now he would continue proclaiming that was just biding his time for the perfect moment. What made things difficult was them mentioning that they felt like they were constantly being watched. The last thing he needed was them to be paranoid and find out his true intentions.

"So explain to me again what you're planning to do? Should I see you home just in case?" he asked with feigned concern. "It's probably best if you aren't alone if you're that worried."

[seolinah]

"You know I did it?" He can't help look over her with a glint of amusement, though he's well aware of the consequences of being found out. Careless tendencies are the only explanation, but he's not sure what exactly she's seen. Eyes narrowing, Wren chooses his words carefully. "And why would you think that, Cecile? Have you been following me?"

  open to  :  anyone !

  “  i know you did it so just let me help you — help you get away with murder.  ”

[aurorabayrpg]

safe zone groups

please see the list below for the randomized groups of muns who will be trapped in the safe zones during the storm!

remember, while these are safe (no structural damage), the power will still be out while the storm rages on outside. everyone will be trapped in these places with no way of contacting anyone else until the next morning when the storm finally clears.

for your threads, please be sure to use the accompanied tags for all your replies so everyone can keep track of who's where!

All-Nighter Diner #aurorabay.diner

rory keaton (kaylen)

liam burke (aj)

axel mathias (sadie)

celeste zhao (dani)

chey johnson (angie)

dean redding (jewels)

cristian valdes (amanda)

ramsey rivera (rach)

avery montgomery (shera)

bennie simpson (dell)

Aurora Bay College #aurorabay.college

angel rojas (zero)

will meyers (em)

daphne danvers (allie)

kaede yamada (rach)

adriana del rosario (lilac)

vivian whitehall (amanda)

astrid hansley (lital)

harley hua (elle)

stevie mack (fish)

Golden Hour Lounge #aurorabay.lounge

vanessa gable (dell)

wren harlow (dani)

valentine meiers (kim)

bobbi jenkins (bex)

eric kang (odessa)

riley anthony (kris)

sloane danvers (indi)

dallas jones (stark)

gavin carrigan (rach)

Tidal Wave Music Shop #aurorabay.music

lexie miller (lital)

cherry koch (em)

emira dursun (megan)

ophelia chu (devin)

zandria diaz (elle)

andrew kane (peach)

daisy danvers (tay)

lily magalhaes (amanda)

zehra ozdemir (lilac)

Aurora Bay Vet Clinic #aurorabay.vet

connor rose (angie)

elmas yaren (peach)

lilah-kate millington (allie)

nelson quinn (rach)

xavier matthews (stark)

layla boyajian (odessa)

dawson young (sadie)

cami reese (kim)

diego martinez (lital)

[seolinah]

closed for @missmvrder // this plot ft. wren + muse of your choice !

His hand flexed from the punch he'd thrown in the stranger's face. Prepared for a fight, Wren should consider himself lucky (or maybe the stranger should have) that they had enough of a conscious to scramble off rather quickly. But as his adrenaline eased, he could only stare at them in utter exasperation. "Seriously, are you doing this on purpose?" he sighed, running a hand over his face. "I have never met someone with such a magnet for trouble." The fact that he happened to be around when it occurred was lucky for them, but not so much for him. Not when he was supposed to be no one - it was rather impossible to be rather anonymous when his life was constantly wrapped up in theirs. "You do realize that could've ended very differently, right? What the hell are you even doing out here?"

[seolinah]

for @disillusicnd // continued from this

"Maybe I'll simply make myself scarce and avoid having conversations in general." It was the easiest option in his opinion. Regardless of having not scrutinized over the details, the idea of having to make conversation with strangers to sell their story sounded exhausting. And dreadfully boring. He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Randi. Anything else you'd like me to commit to memory?" It wasn't as if he was quizzing her about the bullshit backstory he had--not that he'd studied that either. "So what? You'd rather I act like your charming husband then? I doubt you'd make any better of a believable wife."

[seolinah]

mcrlinn·:

closed: @kimsgoeunwrites ( Kimberly Marsh & Wren Gables )

Over all of the missions Kim had ever been assigned, this one had been one of the more trying ones. She could go undercover, play the doting wife and newlywed but with him? Everything about the man made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She didn’t trust him - couldn’t trust him - but it didn’t matter. They needed to play their parts for the good of both their agencies. So playing nice is what she would do…for now. “You know, you’re going to have to know my identity by heart, it might help if you actually looked at the file.”

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There was a reason he worked solo on every assignment. Wren never managed to learn patience, and he doubted he would under these circumstances. Playing the happy husband in some newlywed fantasy? It was nearly impossible not to scowl in disgust every time Wren was reminded of the role he needed to play. Rolling his eyes, he sighed before staring at her rather plainly. “And what makes you think I haven’t looked at the file?” He’d be offended if he actually cared, but he didn’t. The quicker they could get this done, the quicker he’d have his money and he could leave this behind him. “I know what I’m doing.” 

[seolinah]

It's an easy in now that Phoebe's agreed to let him make sure she got home safely. Getting a chance to check out the so-called security surrounding her place. Wren smiles warmly down at her. "Believe me, I don't think of you as some damsel in distress," he reassures. Though for a journalist who's supposed to have good instincts, he couldn't claim she has the best gut instincts. Not if she can't tell how dangerous the man she's allowed into life is.

As the elevator dings and the door opens, he waits for her to step in before following after. He glances at her in his peripherals once the door closes and they head to their desired floor. "So I know you said you have a 'plan', but please tell me you do actually have some precautions set in place." Wren's prying for information but continues to mask it as concern. "Otherwise, maybe I can help. I'm sure it's better with two people to figure things out than do it all on your own."

phoebe has always relied on her wit to get her by, convinced there is no problem she can't talk her way out of, a belief she has even as she stares into the face a man sent to kill her. like most journalists, she's had her fair share of reckless moments, which includes deciding to publish a story on one of the most powerful criminals in town. her editor cautioned her about pursuing dangerous leads, but even now, as she's talking to wren about a threat to her safety, some part of her doesn't take it seriously, convinced people like that aren't nearly as tough as they seem.

"well, when you put it that way... i can't have you feeling guilty about letting something terrible happen to me," phoebe jests, one of her brows raising in a playful gesture. her possible demise is nothing to joke about, but it eases her anxiety a bit, as does making it seem like she's the one doing wren the favor here. she presses a button to call the elevator, then she turns back to face him while they wait. "i don't want you thinking i'm the damsel in distress type or anything. that would be a bit embarrassing," she tells him with a nervous laugh, unaware that's exactly what she is.

[seolinah]

The answer didn't surprise her. It's what he expected. Further questions spring to mind. Questions with answers that'll help get his duck lined in a nice neat row. But he didn't need answers from her right this second, nor did he need them from Bianca to begin with. Wren could figure them out on his own. The last thing he needs is to rouse any suspicions towards him. Not when she's willing inviting him over. Blinking, he feigns embarrassment for her slip of the tongue - though it's an amusing thought. One he wouldn't normally consider under the circumstances, but he did find her attractive. It nearly made it a shame to have to get rid of her sooner or later. "I know what you meant," he reassures, chuckling awkwardly for her sake. "Food sounds good to me. Really, I was figuring I'd crash on a couch if anything, so guest bed or not's an upgrade."

Bianca sighed exasperatedly at the thought of what had happened last time. The police had barely done anything at all until the stalker had broken into her apartment, it'd been terrifying but once he was locked up, she thought it was over. "Not really." They certainly hadn't given her any peace of mind. "Really? I don't want to make your life harder having to worry about me but it really would be nice to not sleep alone." The idea that someone was out there watching her again, and not the watching she did for her job, it was terrifying. She was used to people getting a little obsessed with her, that was how she made so much money, but this scared her. A pause too late and she realized how that sounded. "You know what I mean, I have a guest bed you can stay in and I can order us food, if you want?" Bianca offered as a slight blush rose on her cheeks before heading back to her own apartment.

[seolinah]

"I guess that's better than doing nothing," he mused. "Did they do anything the last time this happened?" Wren didn't grow concerned by Bianca's plans. The police were barely useful unless something heinous had already occurred. He doubted this would be any different. But knowing she'd dealt with something similar before did help his cause. He could only assume this would make a good cover for him once he decided to go through with what he must. Until then, at least he had the means to keep her close. So when she asked for him to stay with her, he kept his expression devoid of expression outside of concern as he nodded. "Whatever you need," he agreed. "I don't mind if that'll help put your mind at ease."

"I don't know exactly but I really might go to the police. I've had a stalker before and I wouldn't be surprised if it happened again." Bianca had learned her lesson about not taking those feelings of being watched seriously. If she thought someone was watching her, they probably were. Sighing, she ran her hand through still damp hair, eyes watching as the rain started lightening up to a steady drizzle. She was thankful Wren had moved in when he did, easily becoming someone she grew comfortable with and close enough to that she felt safe with him around. "If you don't mind...my parents are coming in tomorrow to stay with me while this gets figured out but I wouldn't say no to having someone else with me for the night. I'm - I would appreciate not being alone."

[seolinah]

His lips pursed in annoyance. It was difficult not to roll his eyes and go on some rant to her about how incredibly naïve she was being. Maybe calling her a magnet for trouble was an understatement. Not if she was one of those people that could easily fall for any pathetic ploy and trap that people set up nowadays to get unsuspecting victims. "Well next time, call the cops instead of investigating for yourself," Wren said, swallowing the growl in his voice as best as he could. His gaze fell away from her, attempting to calm himself further. Stretching out his hand from the curled fists they'd been in, he blew out a long breath. "It is rather troublesome," he said dryly. And while the alternative of him managing to save her was her sustaining serious injuries or something worse, would he even cared if he'd never stumbled upon her to begin with? "But you're welcome... Though I do this will end up being to last time you end up putting yourself in danger. I'm not always going to be there you know."

Magnet for trouble. That was one way to describe the woman. Maybe a magnet for past bad decisions would be more accurate. Mara dated the wrong guy years ago and it had a butterfly effect on her life ever since. Not that this one was entirely her fault. The shady neighbourhood, not her best choice, but the attempted mugging? Well, maybe it went with where she was. It was lucky that he was there. Xiomara had been incredibly lucky in recent times, with him often happening to be at the right place at the right time. "Yes, I was missing you and thought my safety was nothing compared to that," the woman bitterly. The last thing she needed right now was for him to berate her. Her heart was still beating too fast and the blood was rushing too quickly to her head. "I heard someone ask for help." Now she knew it had been a trap but what was she supposed to do, walk away when someone could be in danger? "Thank you," she said a little more softly. "You must be sick of always saving me."

[seolinah]

It's a naïve reaction to an otherwise very real threat. He almost felt bad for her that Phoebe was so unaware of her proximity to the person that could harm her. And while he would normal laugh and roll his eyes, because it really is ridiculous as a plan, he could only feign further concern. Hell, Wren's sure any normal person would be alarmed to hear their go-to plan was to simply find them and watch them back. If he could only commit to pulling the trigger then it would be just another perfect step in what should be an easy plan.

"I don't mind," he insists gently. "Isn't it better to be safe than sorry? I wouldn't exactly be able to live with myself if something happened and I wasn't there when I could have been." The lies fall off his tongue easily enough. Phoebe's just a job, a means to an end, but getting to know her seems to be what's complicating things. There's a reason he usually doesn't make contact like this with his targets - he wants them to be nothing but anonymous fatalities - but his client wants to make ensure the story she's cooking is dead and gone once she is as well. "Think of it as easing my conscious if that helps."

vulnerability is not an emotion typically in phoebe's wheelhouse. she tends to believe that people are never generally interested in the fears or concerns of others, but that's likely just the jaded part of her that has spend years in the journalism industry, where the sole objective is always getting to the meat of the story—not that phoebe considers herself immune to that. ambitious is her preferred adjective, but some would even call her downright sneaky. she has done her fair share of questionable things, including following a person or two for a lead. maybe this is her karma.

"my plan is to find out who's being watching me and watch them! the watcher becoming the watched. that's what they deserve," phoebe replies with a shrug, like it's really that simple. in reality she has no idea if anyone is watching her, but she wants to feel in control. she softens at wren's offer. "you don't have to do that. i know my place isn't exactly on the way to yours." at least not where he's claimed to live, which phoebe has no reason to question.

[seolinah]

Boring details regarding a boring life. He didn't understand how anyone did this. Tying themselves to one person. Marriage. His eyes rolled. "Yeah, I think I can manage." Surely there's plenty more details he should know, but he certainly wasn't feeling agreeable towards her at the moment. He doubted he will in general. His head tilted, staring at her with bored interest. "Rest assured, or not, I don't really care, but I'll do my part just fine when it's needed." Sure, charming wasn't a word Wren would use to describe himself, but it didn't mean he didn't know how to turn it on when necessary. "I just don't see the point on wasting it now, on you, when no one's around."

"You know that might be even more suspicious." Him skulking around without saying anything to anyone. Sure, some people were like that, but those were always the people everyone gossiped about and that was the last thing either of them needed. "I was raised in Tampa, Florida. Think you can remember those two things?" To her, a mother-in-law and a hometown was all people really cared about and two things? That was hardly asking much but it was Wren she was expecting it from so it was hard to know for sure. "Me? Compared to you, I am charm itself. Yes, I'd rather act like you give at least half of a shit about this and me or no one would believe I would ever fall in love with you."

[seolinah]

disillusicnd·:

“What’s my mother’s name?” Kim asked without missing a beat. She’d spent at least a day going over both of their files and, as annoying as it was, if they wanted to pretend to be happily married, they’d know each other’s fake parents names. Personally, she didn’t care much about getting to know the man himself or getting along, that was the last thing on her mind. “I’m sure you know what you’re doing, they wouldn’t have sent you if you didn’t.” And he wouldn’t currently be at the top of her agencies list for people to watch. Though she’d never readily admit it, the redhead had volunteered for this particular mission, knowing that something extra was expected.

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Wren turned away from her, irritated and yet indifferent to this entire thing. “Alison,” he said, not bothered if that was far from the actual answer. No one said they had to play a happily married couple in this mission. It wasn’t what he wanted, nor was her interested. He’d put in enough effort as needed and that was it--who cared if he didn’t know the names of his fake in-laws? “It’s as if you expect someone to grill us just to prove we aren’t actually married,” he said, rolling his eyes. “No one’s going to question it, and if they do, you can just claim to have a stereotypical aloof and forgetful husband--isn’t that the norm with all boring married couples anyway?”