#mobawards

AMÉLIE CASTAIGNÉDE’S AWARDS OUTFIT 2023. 

Extras: she is wearing coco chanel perfume, nails painted deep red, lips coloured deep crimson to match. Hair is pulled back while it falls in soft drop curls down her back and her iphone case has been coloured to match her dress and shoes. 

Outfit: Pre-awards.

Date: 31st of March 2023.

OLIVIER FONTAINE’S MOB AWARDS ATTIRE 2023. 

Outfit: Pre-awards.

Date: 31st of March, 2023

KEREM DOĞULU’S AWARDS AFTER PARTY OUTFIT 2023.

Outfit: After Party

Date: 31st of March 2023.

MELISSA LIN’S MOB AWARDS AFTER PARTY OUTFIT 2023. 

Extras: Melissa’s hair is still down and loose, she’s sprayed her Orchid Alexandra Mqueen Perfume that she saves for special occasions, her hand bag has been swapped with a light pink satin clutch and lips changed to te colour of her dress. 

AMÉLIE CASTAIGNÉDE’S AFTER PARTY OUTFIT 2023. 

Extras: she is wearing coco chanel perfume, nails painted deep red, lips coloured deep crimson to match. Hair has now been let down to fall in curls around her face and her clutch is jet black to match her change of outfit that shows more skin than she’d usually show and shoes have been changed to a pair of high Jimmy Choos to length her already long legs. 

EVENT: MOB AWARDS 2023. 

It was like the world exploded in a flurry around him when her name hit his ears. 

The Thames dunk a distant memory, overshadowed by the revelation that Elaina, his best friend, was, in fact, alive. His world seemed to stop. He’d thought she was dead, spent countless nights when he wasn’t ‘working’ to search for his best friend. The woman who kept him in line, and no matter what happened, with her gone, he’d been a loose cannon. He’d been like a dog without its master. 

But there’d been in a day in those months where he’d made himself accept it, so it’d hurt a little less when the inevitable happened. But he’d been wrong. There was this sickening sense of guilt that bubbled in the pit of his stomach, curdling. 

‘‘She’s alive.’‘ He’d repeated, cheeks flushed a violent red. Maybe it was the mix of alcohol that was coursing through his veins or the rage that had settled finally. There wasn’t a shake in his body, instead he stood tall with shoulders drawn back and jaw taut as his teeth clench with unmoving anger. 

He would never admit to the fact he almost cried with relief when he had heard those words, that he hadn’t barrelled towards the dock where they’d found her, but there wasn’t anything he could do. Not to help Elaina, anyway. 

He could certainly do something about the Russians, and he wasn’t the only person with that idea. As the group congregated and split off, Olivier sought out Delphine. 

It wasn’t until the chaos erupted that he was moving. Orders barked at him to find Aurélié by his boss and the woman he had sworn to protect until his dying breath, but he wouldn’t argue with her. Without hesitation, he was running towards the madness. Elaina and Emilia were on his mind. 

The fighting, the bullets, and the bodies that were falling. Some bullets ricochet. He could hear metal vs metal clanging as they bounced off, either rendered useless or catching someone on its descent. However, for once he had a one track mind. Located Aur. Reaching across into the kitchen, he grabbed a cork screw, placing it between his fingers. 

It wouldn’t do much against a gun, but he needed something. He sucked in three breaths in quick succession, psyching himself up before he was outside and someone lunged at him. He didn’t even luck as he jammed the screwdriver up, eyes focused and feral. 

Every Russian was a win.

Viva-La-Fucking-France. 

As he fought, Olivier's mind flashed back to the countless nights he had spent searching for Elaina, to know that these filthy fucking cretins had their grubby, dirty mother fucking hands on her? He pulled his hand back and jabbed the cork screw in again with a snarl falling from her lips. 

‘’I hope it was fucking worth it.’’ He couldn't believe she was alive, and the thought of finally seeing her again gave him renewed strength.

Despite the surrounding chaos, he remained focused on his mission, pushing the body aside as he kept on walking, looking through the people dispersing, trying to get away from the horror. Another shot from somewhere else had him ducking. He darted and weaved through the melee, his makeshift weapon at the ready. Blood spattered his clothes, and his heart pounded in his chest, but he didn't falter.

Finally, he spotted Aurélié, and he raced towards her, until someone else slammed into his body and pain shot through him. He was wrestling on the ground, fighting for his life. Somewhere in a stampede of others, he was pushed from the other man and managed to clamber up, only to find he couldn’t see her. Head snapping left and then right. 

‘‘Fuck.’‘ He yelled, looking to find the horror that had become the boat.

Within ten minutes of that moment, Olivier would see her. Dead. When his knees gave way,, he realised just how much they’d lost tonight. He hadn’t bothered to check the wounds from his own fighting. It was like each French man had decided to let out their inner beast tonight. 

EVENT: MOBSCENE AWARDS, 2023.

Kerem stood atop the yacht's top deck. He’d allowed those few drinks to give him that glowing buzz when speaking animatedly with his friends, a simple grin slipping crookedly across his lips. A cold breeze tousled his dark hair, while hands were tucked into the pockets of his trousers. The sounds of laughter and merriment from his Turkish gang filled the air, creating a jovial atmosphere that was infectious to anyone within earshot. They were family when you looked close enough. 

But nothing lasted long. 

Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the sound of gunfire echoed throughout the yacht. The French and Russians erupted, which quickly escalated into a violent exchange of bullets. The once peaceful atmosphere transformed into a chaotic scene of panic and fear.

Kerem's instincts kicked in as he darted for cover, seeking refuge behind a nearby stack of crates that must have been to bring empty glasses away from the guzzling patrons of the event. The sound of bullets whizzing by his head made his heart race with adrenaline as he tried to make sense of the situation. Yanking out his phone, he texted Emine, telling her to leave. Get as far away from that place as they fucking could. 

He needed her away from the horror that was unfolding.

This wasn’t even their fucking fight. But they might die for it?

The scene was surreal, as the once jolly members of the Turkish gang scattered in fear for their lives, taking cover wherever they could. The French and Russians were locked in this vicious fucking cycle, their guns blazing in a fierce symphony of destruction.

And they were going to bring the rest down with them. 

Kerem watched the chaos unfold from his hiding spot. He couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the sheer intensity of the situation. He hadn’t even wanted to come to this fucking thing, and now he might not make it out. Despite the danger, there was a certain thrill to being a part of such a moment, like he was in shock when he grabbed the closest empty bottle and shattered it on the floor, nose of it still in hand. 

It was the best he could do; especially as he lunged his way and made his way to get down to the port. However, when someone swung on him, the only thing he could do was slash and hope that it did the job; the other stumbled enough for Kerem to take off.

He didn’t have a gun and nothing good could come out of fighting against one. He needed to check on his people, round them up and get them the fuck out of here. This wasn’t for them to be a part of, and he doubted the Rutherford’s would stay around for long. 

The reality of the situation soon set in, and Kerem knew that he needed to act fast if he wanted to survive. With a deep breath and a steady hand, he sprinted towards the dock of the yacht, feet pounding as he dodged every object and person. He was stuck within a moment as he could sight of the blood and the death that surrounded them and stopped. 

BENJAMIN VOX’S AWARDS AFTER PARTY OUTFIT 2023.

Extras: Benjamin is wearing cufflinks with the letter ‘M’ on for Melissa. She didn’t know he was going to do this but was very pleasantly surprised. 

Outfit: After Party

Date: 31st of March 2023.