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CEYLA OZTURK​:

Ceyla shakes her head as she places her hands on the surface of the bar. “I absolutely do not want them involved in any of this.” She scoffs softly, turning her head to look over at her sister. “Charlie happened so long ago and Mitchell…” Despite the fact he hurt her she couldn’t bring herself to make things worse for him after everything he had gone through the last month or so. She knew how complicated his relationship was with his mother and she didn’t plan on being scornful. “Life is too short to hold so much anger in towards men who made shitty decisions and I think leaving Mitch at the alter… I think that’s enough embarrassment to last him a lifetime so our brothers bustin’ knee caps isn’t necessary.” She turns her head to look over at her sister, laughing at her words. “You’re right. You’re probably more terrifying than our brothers.” She nudges her a little as she rests her elbow down on the surface of the bar and places her her chin on the palm of her hand. “Maybe I need to change the way I move on and do the whole getting under someone to get over them.”

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It was strange to think that there was a time when it would have all been completely different. A time where the six siblings were inseparably close and would have gone to bat for one another without a moments hesitation. But now, while her brothers were still there and always would be, their relationship had been irrevocably strained through the divorce of their parents and loss of their brother, the glue of the Ozturk family. “Charlie is a snake and Mitchell will get what’s coming to him, one way or another. Kind of looks like he might already have..” The younger Ozturk mused, the latter part of her sentence barely audible as mahogany hues narrowed somewhat in the direction of the raven haired male lurking near the entrance. “Well, perhaps you have a point. You know you deserve so much better than that snake, right?” 

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CHASE WILLIAMS​:

“You’re lying,” the man breathed as his eyes drift down her once again before finding their way back up towards the features of her face. “I do not believe for a second that I’m the first person to come over and tell you how amazing you look.” He shook his head as he pulled one of his hands out of his pockets, reaching out to push the lonely strand of her brunette hair out of her face. He rolled the piece of hair around his index finger for a second before releasing it to the side of her face to make sure it remained out of her face. His eyes drop down towards her hand as she reached out to fix the collar of his shirt. “Glad I can somehow surprise you,” he muttered as he raised his gaze back up to her. “Dapper, huh?” He chuckled. “You know that’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He smirked as he followed her actions, finding himself sitting down on the stool next to hers. “I didn’t.” When she mentioned his sister, his gaze moved around the room to see if he could spot in her the crowd. “If she had better offers you’d be the first person she would tell… Plus we both know I’m better company than she is.”

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“Oh please, when have you ever known me to lie?“ The youngest Ozturk was quick to counter, raising a challenging brow in his direction before she considered her words. “Unless, you count that one time I told your mother she made the best lasagna I’ve ever tasted -- it was her birthday, and I will plead the fifth if I must.” There had been a time where Zehra had almost felt like a part of the furniture within the Williams household and to some extent she still did, it wasn’t often she wasn’t attached to the hip of her best friend and vice versa. “But still, who are you and what have you done with Chase Willia--” the taunt falls flat on her tongue, dark irises lifting to peer up at him through a thick set of lashes, as he tentatively and ever so gracefully shifted a stray lock of her hair. 

Without even realizing it she had instinctively held her breath, gaze searching his features all the while failing to note such actions marked that of a second surprise. Dapper huh? The words were enough to illicit a roll of her own eyes as she this time raised a hand to swat playfully at his chest. “Don’t let it go to your head or else it might just be the first and last nice thing I say to you.” It had always been like this, a constant back and forth between the pair --- a playful banter that was given as well as it was received. Following his gaze, Zehra too searched the sea of bodies beyond for that bright smile that belonged to the youngest Williams sibling, only to once again come up short. Leaning against the bartop, she settled her chin upon her fist, patiently waiting the return of the bartender to top up her now empty vessel. “Better company, he says?” The brunette echoed, amusement dancing across her features as she stole a glance in his direction. “I don’t have enough proof to be able to confirm nor deny such a statement.”

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CHASE WILLIAMS​:

Chase laughs as he rolls his eyes playfully at her words. “You can’t come to a club dressed like that and not get complimented.” Maybe it was the drinks, the coming to terms with how shitty each year seemed to get or avoiding all of the what ifs that seemed be screaming in his face from every side of the club but there was one person in this forsaken town that always seemed to brighten his day and it was the brunette in front of him. His hands remain in his pockets as he tilts his head down to look at the suit he’s wearing. Usually, he wasn’t the type to dress up for any sort of occasion so being shocked that he owned a suit wasn’t exactly a surprise to him. “I know I know it’s a shock… You might as well take in the view because God knows when and if I’ll ever wear this again.” 

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“Well you’re the very first to do so, so I suppose I’ll take it--” Zehra returned, suppressing the urge to feign a punch to his shoulder in response to his eyeroll. Instead she swallowed the very next jest that settled upon the tip of her tongue, as it usually did in either Williams presence and settled for a different response entirely. “--thank-you.“ She breathed, cherry stained lips curving upward, perhaps the only evidence of the alcohol coursing through her veins. “Not a shock so much as a pleasant surprise.” The brunette corrected, reaching out to fix the slight dishevelment of his collar as she spoke; the intoxicating scent of his cologne also catching her off guard. “You look good Ace, dapper even.” She adds, before stepping back some to settle upon one of several vacant bar stools. “Did you come with anyone tonight? I was waiting for your sister but it’s looking like she might’ve stood me up. That or she just received a better offer, of which I’d understand still it wouldn’t hurt her to text..“

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CHASE WILLIAMS​:

THE VENUE w/ @zehra-ozturk​

Chase notices her quicker than he probably should have especially for someone who was his little sister’s best friend. His little sister who was in this club somewhere and could easily spot the two of them… Nothing had ever happened between him and Zehra but he couldn’t lie to himself and say he never thought about it. He brushes his tongue along his lower lip as he glances down towards his shoes before lifting his head back up to see her standing at the bar alone. He knew her sister was also around and this was probably the only chance he had. He walks over towards her and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Who knew you could clean up like this?” He teases, giving her a cheeky little smirk.

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With her sister disappearing in the direction of a group of her friends, Zehra hung back at the bar, idly toying with the quaint little umbrella in her drink. It was beyond her as to why bartenders even bothered with such garnishes when they were only discarded in the process. Objects that lacked any level of purpose. Pawns in a mixologists game. A familiar voice however, had her attention drawn away from the empty vessel and back toward an all too familiar face. Chase Williams; the brother of her best friend and by default, one of her own friend’s. He was one of a select few that never failed to evoke a genuine mirth filled smile from the brunette. “Careful Ace, that sounded an awful lot like a compliment, if I didn’t know any better that is.” Zehra returned in jest, coffee colored hues drinking his attire in before her brows rose in surprise. “Since when did you own a suit?” Let alone a rather dapper one at that. 

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CEYLA OZTURK​:

THE VENUE w/ @zehra-ozturk​

Ceyla exhales as she leans against the bar next to her sister. For some reason, the last thing she really thought about was her exes being in the same club. In the years since the break up with Charlie she had been able to avoid him expertly and the last few months she had done the same with Mitchell despite how much she ached to reach out and check on him when news broke out about his mother. She reaches out and places her fingertips around the rim of her glass, pulling it across the counter towards her. “Do me a favor, Z.” She turns her head to look over towards her sister as she lifts her hand to adjust her hair and mess with her dress. “Make sure under any circumstances that I don’t go approach Mitchell or Charlie while I’m drunk, okay? I do not want to go into the New Year actin’ like a drunk fool.”

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Despite the way the Ozturk family had imploded all those years ago, there was one bond that remained unbreakable and unphased in the wake of so much change; a bond between sisters. Her older sister had been her rock for as long as she could remember, even throughout highschool and well into her college years, while her parents had torn one another apart they had remained steadfast in the face of their parents divorce, leaning on one another in the absence of their brothers. “You know that’s why we have big brother’s right? So they can go all ‘bust knee caps’ on your ex’s.“ Zehra mused in jest as her shoulder dipped to playfully nudge that of Ceyla’s. Truthfully, neither woman had relied on their brothers over the better part of the last decade. “Although really, we both know they should be more afraid of me.” Tone playful as she motions to the bartender for another round. “Don’t stress CC, I’ve got your back.”

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ZEHRA OZTURK —  New Years Eve Aesthetic

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ZEHRA OZTURK the 26 year old has been trapped here since 2000. We heard the NURSE made themselves at home in LAKE POINT. While others around town have gossiped that they are SELFLESS and STUBBORN but maybe that’s what helps them survive here.

♛ BIOGRAPHY ♛

ALIAS: Zehra Ozturk

AGE: 26

BIRTHDATE:  April 18th

OCCUPATION: Nurse

NEIGHBORHOOD: Lake Point

FACECLAIM: Aslihan Malbora

♛ HISTORY ♛

The youngest of six, Zehra was born into a very warm and welcoming household that prided themselves on helping their community in any and every way they could. Often to the point where they gave more of themselves away to their projects than they did themselves. Each siblings was ambitious in their own way and would go on to pursue careers that would lead them to the top of their respective fields. 

The brunette’s warm, inquisitive nature in hand with her quick witted remarks, something she picked up off her brothers, meant she slipped right in amongst her peers. Effortlessly maintaining high grades and diving into as many extra-curricular activities, it was evident from a young age that Zehra held a bright future ahead of her. She knew what she wanted from a young age and that was to simply help people, just as her older brother did in becoming a doctor. 

He was her very first role model and she made it very clear that when she was old enough, she wanted to be just like him. It started from when she was just a young girl, plucking a bird with it’s broken wing from the side of the road, holding it the entirety of the walk home from school, desperately willing it to live. To her surprise after a little food, water and rest, the bird flew away unharmed. From that moment on, the decision had been made. 

However, at the age of fifteen her entire world would fall off of it’s axis when one of her brothers was killed in a car accident and by a drunk driver no less. How was it that one stupid decision of another’s could lead to the sudden death of someone so treasured, loved and with so much good to spread in the world? It was unjust, unfair and left the youngest's Ozturk suddenly considering what it was that truly mattered in her life. It had been her brothers to heal people and that had been taken from him, as he had been taken from their family. 

The aftermath that followed would see the separation of their parents and greater family, as Zehra, and her sister Ceyla remained with their father while their brothers moved accross town to live with their mother. One death had left a family torn apart and there would be no fixing it. 

Her father very quickly changed, morphing into a cynical control freak of a man that wanted for nothing other than his daughters success. And while her sister took the brunt of his attention, Zehra put her head down and did all she could to ensure her own freedom. Attending university was but an opportunity to leave the family nest and step out of her comfort zone. College gave her purpose and was but another step on the pathway to becoming a nurse. All the while she kept in touch with her siblings, heading home for dinner every Sunday when her study schedule allowed it. Her studies offered an escape, and she very quickly immersed herself in the college lifestyle. Before she knew it she was three years deep into her study and preparing to graduate. Graduating and getting the first role she had applied for at the local hospital were two moments she didn’t ever think she could possibly beat.  It could really only be explained as a feeling like coming home. 

Moving into her own small cottage had been a leap of faith, but one that ended up paying off nevertheless --- she had her freedom out from under her father’s thumb and could finally start living the life she had been so desperate to lead, not only for herself, but for her brother that had the opportunity taken from him. 

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ASLIHAN MALBORA as LEYLA in UÇ KURUS episode 6

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aslihan malbora leyla’s outfits in uç kurus 

episode 8

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Woke up feelin' like I just might run for President Even if there ain't no precedent, switchin' up the messaging I'm about to add a little estrogen Buy my whip by myself Pay my rent by myself

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Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it.

Michelle K., Some. (via michellekpoems)