#mobadvent2020

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MOB SCENE ADVENT CALENDAR: DAY TWO.

All right, so this particular writing event is a little throwback to some vintage Mob Scene, and given that was also had it last year, I think it’d be kind of nice to make it a tradition at this point. I would like to first start off by thanking Lia. Even though she’s no longer a part of the group (miss you bunches) this was her original idea. Lia contributed a lot over the years—both to me personally, through her beautiful characters, wonderful writing and abundance of ideas—and I just wanted to take a moment to say that I’m still very grateful for you every day I write.

The event is still going to be called ‘Mistletoe’ because I’m not creative.

THE GENERAL IDEA:

For every character you play, you get a piece of mistletoe. 

Each piece of mistletoe gives you the chance to nominate a couple–any two taken characters in the group–to meet underneath it.

The players behind the couples will write out the interaction of a mistletoe moment, and you will get to watch it unfold. Most will likely have to be written in an AU format, because I know you people are going to be extra as fuck about this, but the players involved do have the option to make it canon if they so wish (be it in the present, or something that happened in the past.)

THE RULES:

Please read them this time, because many of you are notoriously bad at doing so.

To select your couple of choice, just send the word ’Mistletoe’ to the main page, followed by the two names, and I will add it to the list. If the couple has already been suggested, I may prompt you to send another to get a more even spread.

You can send your nominations in straight away.

Nominations must be off anonymous, so I know that you’re only picking one couple per character played. That being said, I’ll be the only one who knows which couple you’ve picked, so it will be anonymous in that sense.

Any format is acceptable. Whether you want to gif chat, do a joint-drabble/self para, mini-paras or a full-blown novel, all is good. Whatever you have time for.

Please don’t nominate a couple that includes your own character, vain bitches.

Please try to get involved! It’s not compulsory, but it’s a bit of fun, and I’ll be kind of disappointed if you don’t bother. If for some reason you really are opposed to the idea of your character being involved, however, send me a message as soon as possible and we can make it known. It’s not a problem.

When the list of couples is posted, if you have too many characters nominated and you don’t think you’ll be able to keep up, just let me know! There’s no need to feel pressured. This is just some fun, and you shouldn’t feel overwhelmed.

Lastly, after I post the list of nominated couples, if your characters aren’t amongst those selected and you would still like to be involved, I will pick a partner for you! Don’t be afraid to come forward if you didn’t get nominated but wanted to be, and remember not to take it personally. With limited numbers of selections, we can’t guarantee that everyone will be picked. Remember, I know you people and know this is going to turn into massive fucking trolling, so it’s not a dig. 

Please like this post when you’ve read it.

The closing dates for the nominations will be posted in the coming days, but I would recommend getting them in as soon as possible so we have longer to write the drabbles/interactions/whatever they might be. The closing date for the interactions themselves, however, will be New Year’s Eve.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask!

HAPPY NOMINATING!

[ohhophelie]

@ophélieinred: alexa, play its that time of year from olaf’s frozen adventure

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HERE ARE YOUR MISTLETOE NOMINATIONS:

Adriana Amaro & Henry García

Adriana Amaro & Laurent St. Pierre

Adriana Amaro & Maksim Kurylenko

Adriana Amaro & Spencer Berkeley

Alexis Larsson & Spencer Berkeley 

Amélie Castaignède & Eleanor Shipley

Cassandra Acton & Adam Hassan

Cassandra Acton & Gideon Rutherford

Constance Rutherford & Arkady Kurylenko 

Delphine St. Clair & Henry García

Delphine St. Clair & Laurent St. Pierre

Delphine St. Clair & Varden Lefebvre 

Dev Daryani & Laurent St. Pierre 

Divya Koshal & Damon Rutherford

Divya Koshal & Maksim Kurylenko 

Divya Koshal & Sofie Dekker

Elaina Halévy & Aviv Kasyanenko

Elaina Halévy & Laurent St. Pierre

Elaina Halévy & Maksim Kurylenko 

Eleanor Shipley & Andrew Eberhart 

Évelyne Mercier & Damon Rutherford 

Évelyne Mercier & Olivier Fontaine

Honor Hathaway & Adrian Castillo 

Jack Katz & Roman Baranovsky 

Jessica Reyes & Rachael Montgomery 

Johnathan Parsons & Théodore Chaussard 

Lara Rutherford & Adrian Castillo

Lara Rutherford & Laurent St. Pierre

Lara Rutherford & Silas Agreste 

Lyudmila Korshunova & Damon Rutherford

Lyudmila Korshunova & Gideon Rutherford 

Maksim Kurylenko & Silas Agreste 

Maria Azenha & Valencia Flores 

Noa Halévy & Maksim Kurylenko 

Ophélie Redgrave & Aviv Kasyanenko 

Ophélie Redgrave & Dev Daryani 

Ophélie Redgrave & Olivier Fontaine

Rachael Montgomery & Arkady Kurylenko 

Rachael Montgomery & Johnathan Parsons

Sofie Dekker & Svetlana Vorshevsky 

Svetlana Vorshevsky & Jack Katz 

Viktoriya Kurylenko & Adrian Castillo 

Viktoriya Kurylenko & Andrew Eberhart 

Viktoriya Kurylenko & Edward Hathaway

Viktoriya Kurylenko & Johnathan Parsons

Viktoriya Kurylenko & Zhanna Medvedeva 

Yvonne Rutherford & Varden Lefebvre

Zhanna Medvedeva & Adrian Castillo 

Zhanna Medvedeva & Svetlana Vorshevsky

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BASIC INFORMATION:

NAME: Jean Palfroix. AGE: 34. PLACE OF BIRTH: Paris, France. AFFILIATION: The French Organization. OCCUPATION: Commandant of Haringey. FACE CLAIM: Aldis Hodge. AVAILABILITY: TAKEN.

  BIOGRAPHY:

To say he’d had a rough upbringing felt like an understatement.

It seemed the only people who honestly thought Paris was some bright, beautiful dream were those who had never visited its suburbs. God forbid all those drugs, gang fights and arson attacks hurt the tourist pull, huh?

Maybe it was counter-intuitive to deal to the outcasts of French society when drugs were the very reason things had always been so shit for him and his little brother. If his father hadn’t been a violent fucking crack addict, maybe his kids would have had a better shot at turning things around. Jean knew he should’ve been averse; not wanting to put other children through what he had suffered from his parents whilst they were gagging for their next fix.

Too bad money trumped morals when you were dirt poor.

Thanks to the neglectful parents he despised, raising his little brother Eliott—and himself, for that matter—fell very much to him. Jean never really felt like a father figure, and the ideal didn’t mean all that much given that he’d never had one, but that didn’t stop Eliott from seeing him as one anyway. In school, they were inseparable. Eliott had a penchant for starting fights, but it was usually his brother that ended up finishing them. They were a formidable team, and soon enough, that translated to the streets where they would head in search of a second chance.

Everybody in the Parisian Banlieues had heard tales of the St. Clair family, and his teenage years hailed what the cités began to refer to as The Exodus. Those who were lucky enough to be spared dealing to their own left for the city proper to be utilized by the Commandants. What appealed most of all—and earned the favour of its lowest ranks—was that it wasn’t just a hunt for slave labour that they could treat like trash further down the line. They had as good a shot as the city boys at making something of themselves, and for Eliott in particular, that was a big fucking deal. There was no hope in Hell of getting anywhere if they stayed.

By the time he was nineteen, Jean and his best friend, JJ, had made their names as two of the most reliable, no-time-for-anyone’s-shit drug dealers in the area. Unfortunately, before his reputation could earn him the favour of the French Organization, however, he ended up getting his ass sent to jail for armed robbery. As if losing his freedom wasn’t enough, leaving his little brother of sixteen out on the streets alone filled him with fear. They were not kind, and if his absence meant he came to any harm, there was no way he could’ve ever forgiven himself.

Little did he know that the kid would prove more than capable of handling things.

It soon came to his attention that Eliott had done what he could not; attracted the attention of the French Organization. When life in prison started feeling a little easier than it had done before, he knew it was because the St. Clairs were extending gratitude for Eliott’s efforts in the only way he would’ve wanted; by keeping his big brother safe.

Of course, it earned Jean’s favour. And that was very much the point

As soon as he was finished serving his time, there was a job ready and waiting for him in Paris. Eliott had earned the trust of his new found family so quickly that Jean’s standing was solid by association before he’d arrived. Even if he’d by some miracle come to the conclusion that crime wasn’t worth his freedom whilst serving, there was no way he could decline after what they had done for him. After they had looked after his brother when he could not.

Much in the same way they had back home, the two brothers, alongside their best friends Thierry and JJ, found themselves back on the drug scene. It was what they knew best, and where they felt comfortable enough to excel. Working for the St. Clairs wasn’t always easy, but it was most certainly fair, and that wasn’t always a courtesy extended by suppliers. When Jean got pinched for a second time—this time to serve three years—the authorities had attempted to flip him for information on his new friends. Silence made things harder this time, but he would not cave, and for his loyalty, he was rewarded immensely.

It was the first time he’d felt as though he really had a family. There was no chance in Hell he would turn his back on them now.

Jean was leading a life he could never have dreamt of as a child. He had respect, ambition, and loyalty to something other than himself. He had legitimate goals that went beyond making it to the next day, for fuck’s sake. Even though he and Eliott were still immensely close, his little brother had gone off to take a Commandant’s position in the United States. Launceston was the city the Parisians seemed least interested in serving in, but only because it was so heavily contested that those in roles of leadership didn’t seem to last very long. Knowing how dangerous it was for his brother was something he had to learn to live with, but Jean was so proud of him that he supported any move that made him happy. Even if it meant Launceston.

So for his brother to lose his life in a fucking fist fight in Porto Velho? 

That fucked him up.

For all his years in prison, the Frenchman had never been as angry as he was when he found out Eliott had survived the bloodstained streets of the most hellish city on the face of the fucking planet only to die at the hands of an Italian in the British attempt at New Vegas. As much as he blamed the Auditores, though, the fact that Lara fucking Rutherford chose not to end the fight despite calls to do so made her complicit in his brother’s murder. Although he’d never paid much thought to leaving Paris, when he found out that the French were gearing up to take London from the Rutherford family as punishment for their many other indiscretions in Porto Velho, he couldn’t say no.

The promotion to Commandant was merely a bonus.

Jean might’ve been waiting years already but somebody, eventually, will pay for his brother’s unjust death.

For what it’s worth? He hopes it’s her.

SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Not specified. FAMILY: Eliott Palfroix (younger brother, deceased) CONNECTIONS:

Thierry Vendroux: Best friend. Even though he was always closer with JJ growing up, since getting out of prison, it’s Thierry that has become his go-to person. Whilst he might’ve lost Eliott, he still finds some comfort in the fact he has another brother at his side. Without him, he’s sure that London would seem even more daunting. Jean also finds himself incredibly protective of Thierry; particularly as he, like Eliott, enjoys taking part in Lara’s fights.

Delphine St. Clair: Good friend. During their first proper meeting, he hadn’t realised who she was. Jean had spent the night drunkenly hitting on her, and she’d rewarded his efforts with a broken nose. It wasn’t until later that Thierry explained who she was. The next time they crossed paths he’d expected a frosty reception. To his surprise, however, Delphi had a sense of humour about what’d happened. The two have been good friends ever since, and their harsh banter is legendary amongst the bros.

Lara Rutherford: Enemy. Despite almost three years having passed since his brother’s death, Jean still holds onto all of the bitterness of losing him. Whilst he can’t get his hands on the Italian responsible for dealing the fatal blow, he’s hoping for the next best thing: the bitch who not only organized the fight to begin with, but refused to stop it despite knowing that things were going to end badly. Jean doesn’t care what it costs him, he’ll make sure she pays.

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I apologise for how long this has taken. This will provide you with some basic information regarding the leaders of the gangs as a whole, rather than those who happen to lead in London. It should offer a little more insight into the groups; particularly those who don’t have bios posted for their overseas leaders. Definitely worth reading if you’re a newer member (Porto Velho era or later.) 

There may be another addition to this in the future.