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Civan was in what one could call zombie mode, the American holiday season meant little to him outside of the fact that it was usually one of the busiest times of year for the firefighter. Lots of alcohol and idiocy abound. Lots of shifts to cover for co-workers who wanted to spend the holiday with their families, and that left him to take doubles and forget what a full night of sleep felt like. The sun was bright. The coffee shop was loud. He walked towards the counter for the siren call of caffeine, and blindly ran smack dab into Niko - "Shit." Civan backed up, baby blue eyes blinked in confusion as if he really hadn't seen the other man there until just now. "Sorry about that..." he grumbled, his brows furrowed as he tried to calculate where he knew the other from. Pretty sure that they lived in the same neighborhood.

EVERYTHING GOES ➟ OPEN

Christmas could be a lonely time for Niko. No children or family of his own, well, unless Apollo counted, the big golden retriever. His parents asked him to visit yearly, but those calls were ignored, and the emails were quickly deleted. The pressure got to him, but he turned to parties and strangers' beds to compensate. Pretend like everything was okay. It was exhausting! He was nearing forty and still living like a college student. "Large americano and a chocolate chip muffin, please..." Tis the season for carbs, right?

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who | @tanvi-mishra where | Paradise Point Resort & Spa There was no one else on planet Earth that could talk Civan into this. At first, he was pretty sure she'd been joking but Tanvi must've thought it sounded like a genuinely good idea. Once she turned those excited, pleading eyes on him he was utterly useless. So, there he was, in a spa chair beside her while a woman sat at his feet. Civan wasn't really sure what the point of a pedicure for someone like him was, especially in the winter months, but at least it wasn't wholly unpleasant. "No, don't press your luck." He grunted when the woman beside him started trying to suggest that he let the spa employee paint his nails. "I'm just biding my time through this until we can get to the fancy hot tub."

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There was an awkward beat of time in which Civan just kind of stood there, shirtless, clutching a volleyball and blinked at Marco in dead silence. Like his brain took a whole minute to actually catch up with the reality of who was standing there in front of him. Marco Santos. Trouble. "No." Civan answered dryly. Confusion easily slipping into a look of distaste. "Looks like they let you out... early." There's an uneasy strain in his tone, though admittedly it's hard to truly hold a grudge. He'd been a lot more livid about the whole mess several years ago, but now? Now he had his mother in the back of his head, reminding him, sometimes people make mistakes. As protective of the woman as he was, there were worse things then some foolish young twenty something breaking into some rich widow's home.

Marco was spending as much time as he could at the beach these days. Soaking up the last remaining dregs of warmth that he could. Besides, after being locked in a cell for five years, the freedom a wide open beach offered, was something he had a hard time staying away from. He had spotted the group of people playing volleyball up ahead, but he was still a ways away and didn't pay much attention to who was playing until he was closer. He saw one of the players separate from the group and began heading towards the person who was walking several feet ahead of him. Only as he continued walking, getting closer to the conversation, did he begin to recognize the man who had left the game and hear what he was asking. Civan. Marco winced inwardly at the awkwardness of running into the son of the woman who owned the house Juan had broken into five years ago. He tried to speed up, hoping Civan wouldn't notice him, but as the person Civan was talking to turned down his offer and the younger man's eyes turned towards Marco, he knew there was no avoiding it now. "I'm guessing you don't need another team player that badly?" he offered, glancing over Civan's shoulder at the group of people waiting around the volleyball net.

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[ ⚰️ ] what are your muse’s greatest regrets? what would flash before their eyes when they’re on their deathbed? Really, at the end of the day, I think most of his regrets just have to do with wishing he had more time that he lost with certain people. His father when he was younger and feels like he wasn't as grateful as he should've been before he passed. With his best friend, before his tragic accident. It's not the kind of death bed regrets, really, because he'd be under the impression that he will either see them again or never get that time back anyway.

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[ 🏆 ] is your muse multitalented? what are their hobbies, and why did they pick up these hobbies? if they don’t have hobbies, why don’t they? Honestly, a few of Civan's favored hobbies make him sound like such an old man. He likes puzzles, he likes chess, he likes to read. He is a bit of a beach fanatic though, he enjoys surfing and he plays volleyball with a local adult team. Some of his hobbies come from traveling when he was younger and being an only child, he could read and do puzzles by himself when he didn't really know people or have anyone to do things with.

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Who | open ( capping at 3 ) Where | the beach. In the slowly dying out glimpses of summer heat, a deep chest rattling sigh escaped Civan as he was volunteered by his teammates to find a last minute substitute player. Why he of all people had been entrusted with the task he would never understand - but he begrudgingly obliged the others' urging. Bare feet carried him across the warm beach, stopping at the nearest beach goer who looked to be by themselves and of an age wherein they might actually agree to the favor and enjoy themselves. A hand raised to shield his eyes from the sun so he could look them in the eyes, offering what was a bit of an awkward forced smile. "Hey, uh, any chance you're up for a game of volleyball?" He'd gesture to the ball tucked under his left arm, as if that might be necessary. "Me and those guys..." he'd turn to glance back behind him to an equally shirtless crowd of adults around a volleyball net. "We're trying to get in a few season end plays, just for fun, and we had a no show."

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burak çelik senden daha guzel (ep 1)

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TASK TWO - FRIENDSHIP MOODBOARD

( @tanvi-mishra ) You can put your strength down. I'm sitting here with you, at your kitchen table. You don't need to say anything.

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TASK TWO - CHARACTER MOODBOARD

'Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don't.

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It had been his idea, for his mother to stay a three day weekend at the local resort as a form of a staycation. She found it a bit harder to really travel these days, for health reasons, but Civan knew her well enough to sense when she was getting a bit stir crazy. Otherwise, there would be little reason for him to be darting onto the elevator that day - a bag of fresh takeout in one hand and a tray with smoothies balanced in the other. His gaze skirted awkwardly towards Feli, but it was not her fault that he immediately looked uneasy. Running into a burning building, he was fine, but elevators and escalators? They ignited a fairly irrational unease in the man. "Hello," he managed with a nod. Civan's gaze cast down onto his own hands to help stabilize his uneasy breathing. Listening for the ding of the floor - but instead the elevator jolted to an abrupt stop. An all too familiar alarm sounded through the building. "That's not supposed to..." for this exact reason, usually an elevator was supposed to stop on the next floor but today was apparently their unlucky day. A loud sigh parted his lips, he turned to set down the drink tray in his hands and reached to press the emergency call button on the elevator panel. "What are the odds?" He grumbled, like Feli almost half talking to himself.

Elevator @ Paradise Point Resort & Spa ft. @civanguneri

If there was one thing that Feli disliked the most about her new job, it was her outfit. Uniforms just sucked and she just hoped that no one familiar with her would see her like this. The cart with all the items on it for cleaning the rooms was with her in the elevator to go up another floor, so she could get started there. The doors had already been closing when someone quickly snuck into the elevator. A soft groan escaped the woman when she recognised the person who had gotten into the elevator with her. So far not being able to get away from today without someone seeing her like this.

It had been quite some time since Feli had last seen Civan. Okay, she had not seen him much when their parents had been dating, but it had included some awkward family dinners for sure. She wasn’t sure why seeing Civan again was one that created a rather annoyed feeling inside her. It surely wasn’t his mother splitting up from her dad. Her father had been the one cutting things off before it could get too serious and Feli realised very well that after Juan, she had been doing the same as well. But it also made her realise the very big differences between the Guneri family and her own. And it was probably that why she was feeling so annoyed at the sight of Civan. Because the difference could not be any bigger and Feli was pretty certain that it was very pitiful to feel slightly jealous over it.

A short ‘hi’ as a recognant to the other left Feli and she was rather happy that she was going to leave the elevator the next floor so this awkward moment would stop very soon but her wishes were squashed nearly right away when suddenly the elevator came to a stop between floors and an alarm sounded. A fire alarm. “No, no, no, no, this has to be a mistake,” she muttered as she pushed several buttons on the wall but it was of no use. “This has to be a joke,” she said, more to herself than to the other standing in the small space with her. Panic slowly started to take her over, being stuck in an elevator while there could be a fire out there, was not keeping her calm.

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Who | @tanvi-mishra Where | Briar Ridge Hills The large sectional in his living room was more then big enough for the two to have their own space, but Civan was comfortable to be sunk into the cushions with Tanvi's legs laid across his lap. Exhaustion clung relentlessly to the man, his head leaned back for a long moment, having worked at the fire station during a recent uptick in calls. He was running off of mostly tea. Civan had every intention of cooking for them, but currently moving was sounding less and less appealing. "Maybe robots aren't the worst idea." He posed, a fairly off-color comment for a guy who still got annoyed at the practice of using keyless startup in cars. Not to mention outwardly cringed at the idea of smart homes, even automated light switches gave him pause. "If only to cook." Ordering in was always an option, but there was a very small number of places he could eat from that would deliver to his home - a tragedy itself.