#c:azra

[yavuz-azra]

The aftermath

Location: The waiting room of a large hospital

Date: The days following the bombing

Tagged: @mobscene-starters​

The cold of the room did little to soothe Azra’s aching body, but no word of complaint slips from her lips. As much as the throbbing ache of her shoulder and the blood that trickled down her forehead pained her, she had been one of the lucky ones. After all, she had made it to the hospital...

She holds a blood soaked piece of cloth tightly against her shoulder, as her gaze trails over the room. Her eyes widen with surprise, as she spots an unfamiliar face. The words come unbidden to her lips, as emotion laces through her tone..

“...What are you doing here?”

[linden-reed]

He internally begged his magic to reign itself in, to keep away from the woman's mind, but felt her critiquing herself and felt a little bad at bringing up whatever had caused her to think it. "I grew up around witches and have lived here for most of my life - talking to ghosts isn't that strange." He comforted with a smile. "I'm a telepath. I used to answer questions before anyone had even said a word, I feel the pain." He kept his tone light, not giving any indication that he still struggled with his magic, that even talking about it was a bit of a sore point for him. "I have too many embarrassing stories to tell if I'm being honest - it's had to think of just one."

Azra flushed. "No. I'm--well, sort of. I'm not a doctor." She knew he'd meant it as a joke, but seeing as she had such a hard time keeping a job, and felt that she was a human mess, she felt the need to qualify this last bit anyway. "Animals are the more normal thing I talk to, if you can believe it. At least other people can see them." Granted, talking to dogs in the park who could only bark in return didn't exactly make her look any more sane than when she was talking to thin air in the form of a ghost. "This is the part where you tell me something weird and embarrassing about you so I feel better about myself. Like that you talk to turnips or you have nine toes or you're an alien visiting from the moon. Stuff like that. Please start talking at any moment so I'll stop talking. Like now. Or now. Or right now."

[hcrrifying]

( @azranadir )

"Saw you all up and personal with the fucking - vet, at Yeehawfest." Viktor leans their elbows across the table, propping their chin up with their hands. "Are you fucking - whipped, now? Am I by my lonesome? Abandoned - thrown out in the cold, pants-less and shivering? That's fucked up, Az." Their tone's nothing more than teasing, mimicking a falling tear with their finger, "He's sexy - I'll give you that. Love a good fucking... doctor, and adjacent."

[mcrtyrdomsarchived]

( @azranadir​ )

Fuck, this was awkward - standing outside of Azra’s hospital room with a vase of flowers, looking out of place in clothes they’d probably slept in - but they didn’t know what else to do, if not this. It wasn’t as if Gabe could pretend it hadn’t happened - it very much had, them still unable to look at their hands for longer than a few moments without remembering that night - but this wasn’t about them. They hadn’t been the one to almost die. Shaking their head like it’d get rid of all their thoughts, Gabe cleared their throat and knocked on the door before propping it open with their foot and standing halfway through the frame, “Uh - Azra? You awake? I got you flowers but if you hate them I’ll just - go fuck myself and toss them out the window, I guess. Just say the word.”

[mvrrow]

( @azranadir ) dilara kaplan's house party

Eden's taken to playing bartender in the kitchen - lining up a row of shot glasses and pouring the first bottle of liquor she spots across them, mostly filling all of them, "I'm glad that Dee's having this party - she deserves a fun, carefree night -" She confides, words less steady than her hands, and her smile even looser. " - I think I honestly, truly want to gouge Cam's stupid eyes out." It's surprisingly violent coming from Eden, who's more peacemaker than fighter. She shakes her head - handing a shot off to Azra. "I can't believe the nerve of him to come back."

[yavuz-azra]

Unlike the exhausted Emine, Azra only seemed to grow more excited as the two delved deeper into each little detail of the wedding. The hours the two had spent discussing and planning the wedding's minutia were hours that let her put aside the ever present looming dread that had made up so much of her last few weeks. Besides, it was fun to imagine Kerem's face when he saw the dress Emine had picked out.. "Modern. Definitely modern darling. It's your wedding, it should reflect you." She smiles, tapping her finger against the spread of bridal magazines upon the table. "And a planner? Perish the thought. You are doing a wonderful job.

Where: Flower Shop in Haringey Who: @yavuz-azra

Flowers.

Who thought they could be stressful. She teetered on the traditional stance for flowers or if she wanted to do something a little more modern. It was a hard decision because she wanted to support her family, but felt like it might be too much for who she was; who they were as a couple.

"Azra, why is planning a wedding fun and exhausting?" She turns to her friend. "I wish I could afford a planner to do this." A small sigh escapes. "Traditional or modern?" Emine would let Azra pick.

[jeanpalfroix]

@azra-yavuz​

Talking to Azra Yavuz was something Jean meant to get to much sooner. Unfortunately, life and business had a way of taking over his time. Not that he minded. The busier he kept, the less time or energy he had to wallow. But, finally his schedule cleared up enough to get this piece of business (hopefully) settled once and for all.

Finding the Turks’ favorite bar in Haringey didn’t take much time, and as Jean stood outside looking in, he pulled his gun from his holster and handed it to the soldier standing next to him. Félix opened his mouth to protest, but Jean silenced him with a look. “If I go in there carrying that, they might assume I have something less than pleasant planned. So I need you to stay close in case things go south, am I understood?” He didn’t wait for the nod of understanding before he has buttoning his suit and walking in through the doors.

Eyes followed him, but he kept his focus entirely on his own target as he walked through the room. “Mademoiselle Yavuz, just the person I was looking for. I have a business proposition that I believe will be beneficial to the both of us.”

[belva-athanas]

It’s still early in the morning, although the sun is well over the horizon, and Belva’s grateful that it looks as if it will be a nice day. The park is empty, and as she unrolls her light pink yoga mat and pops in her air pods, she’s grateful for the peacefulness. Lately, peace seemed to be hard to find, whether that be inner peace like yoga was so focused on or the town falling apart (or rather bursting into flames) around her. Listening to a pre-recorded yoga instructor’s guidance, she allows herself to get lost in the exercise for a good forty minutes before finishing in child’s pose and slowly sitting up. Although the park is no longer empty, it’s still quiet, and as she gathers her mat and heads for the exit that will lead her back to the house, she’s too distracted to see the figure in front of her on the path.

It isn’t until she’s quite nearly bumped into the figure in front of her that she looks up from her phone and realizes who she has walked so close to. An ugly feeling rises in her chest, and it takes a fair amount of effort for the blonde not to just glare and march right past Azra Arslan. Then, a flicker of fear, images of Neek’s destroyed home rising to the surface. Taking a step back, she breaks the silence. “Azra,” she greets the other woman stiffly, tightening her grip on her mat as she wonders how long one has to engage in conversation with her father’s (second) mistress and resident criminal before it’s not seen as impolite to walk away. 

@azra--arslan​

[yavuz-azra]

Location: The London Awards After Party Date: 31st of March, 2023 Tagged: @mobscene-starters

A sly smile plays across Azra's face as she makes her way through the party. It was important on an event like tonight to project confidence and strength, to be a socialite even when her world seemed to be crumbling apart. Predatory eyes were going to be on them tonight, watching and waiting for them to show weakness. So, she sauntered her way through the crowd, making sure those she cared for were enjoying the expensive drinks....and that they were behaving themselves...

[yvonne-rutherford]

azra-yavuz​:

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“I do enjoy twirling around it, but don’t tell anyone. Especially Kerem. I’d never hear the end of it. Thank fuck he’s not here,” Azra had introduced Yvonne to reluctant Kerem not long ago. The hesitation had been understandable. “I am, actually. I usually watch all of this from home, definitely didn’t imagine I’d be posing on the red carpet one day.”

Azra looked at Yvonne, taking in her huge bump as if seeing it for the first time. Honestly, despite being a few years older than the Rutherford, she couldn’t even imagine being a mom herself. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll be back to your old form in no time,” Azra swatted away her hand. “I’ll force you to work out with me, once the baby is born.”

-

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. But you do know that admitting it means that I’m going to need you to twirl for me when nobody’s looking, right?” Yvonne had attempted to twirl in her own gown at the house before leaving for the awards, but all she’d managed to do was almost trip over the train. But living vicariously through Azra’s twirl worked too. “Oh, I’m sure that you were a natural at it.”

Yvonne rolled her eyes, but a smile spread across her lips. “That sounds fun. Between you and me, I’m not a fan of working out alone. Or running. I don’t run.”

[yavuz-azra]

Location: A dark alleyway, upon a dangerous street... Date: January 31st, 2024

Open to All, but preferably people who might want to talk to Azra but cannot approach openly due to gang tensions. She is intending to meet through backroom channels

@mobscene-starters

Thunder crackles in the sky above, casting a momentary illumination upon the shady streets below. Dark clouds hang heavy in the sky, a herald of the storm to come. But there was still time before it arrived, and more than enough business to attend too...

It had been a while since she had found herself in this position. Gone were the trappings of wealth, the fine clothing that signaled her hard won place in this world. Now she wore only a pair of rough jeans, and a grey hoody. After all, she was far from home....and this was no place to stand out. A sudden sound. She tenses as she looks back towards it, her long silky hair falling over her right shoulder. Though she recognized who it was that approached, it was far from relaxing to see them. Now, the hard part began.. "A pleasure to see you again darling. I'm grateful to you for coming. I know its not the ideal place to meet, but it seems..." Her gaze rises to look upon the building storm. "...Appropriate."

[yavuz-azra]

Who: @berat-yalaz

Where: A late night at his abode

When: 10/05/2023

The tense silence within the abode is suddenly shattered by the irritating ring of the buzzer. An unexpected visitor, at this hour? The ring repeats itself, this time accompanied by a familiar voice.

"Berat? Are you there? I wanted to see how you are doing. Do let me in please, it is rather chilly out here and the Gozleme is getting cold"

[yavuz-azra]

An involuntary shiver runs through Azra’s spine in response to the familiar woman’s voice. She instinctively straightens her posture, as her professional smile returns to her face. It was diplomatic, and charming as ever. An errant thought came unbidden to mind. If diplomacy was akin to captaining a vessel, she had just encountered a truly terrifying wave. But it would not do to show fear before the storm…

“Miss Lin, a pleasure as always. I’m afraid I find myself at a loss as to how to answer. To which of his plans might you be referring?” Her words carry a casual and friendly tone, as if they were simply conversing over matters of little import. Her hand's clench tightly within the thick pockets of her overcoat, as her gaze trails from Melissa to Benjamin. Never once does she betray any sign of the rising tension running through her.

@yavuz-azra​ Location: Haringey, on the way to Kerem’s house.​

Melissa was watching her. A Turk. Though the anger than ran through Melissa was not piping hot, but icy cold, like frost had formed. Bitter and bone stiffening. Since Kerem’s deceit she’d found a new kind of mission, one that would be left out of the Rutherford’s and she’d leave to herself and Benjamin to sort. A message had to be sent. But first there was something she wanted to do. She climbed out, her form fitted coat hugged close to her body, while a scarf lay wrapped around her neck. She was dressed for the weather.

‘‘Azra.’‘ Melissa stated, limo waiting behind her as heels clicked against the pavement. The winter was coming in, Autumn in full swing as the wind had turned deathly from the summer they’d all experienced, crisp leaves crushed and wet upon the ground. A few feet behind Benjamin lingered, dressed well with hands delved into pockets and a cigarette perched between lips, removed every now and then by a leather glove. His eyes never left Azra’s face. 

She did not intend to be there long. ‘‘I must ask.’’ She began, lips pursed. ‘’Were you involved in Kerem’s plan or was it all his own doing. I have no doubt his little rat is involved.’’ 

[yavuz-azra]

Who: @keremdogulu

Where: A small Turkish cafe

When: 9/30/2023

Silence hangs heavy over the table, an odd occurrence for the two old friends. The hanging tension in the air sends the waitress skittering away, leaving behind only their meals. It isolates them from the other patrons, although none of them would dare to sit near. It was clear this was not a conversation for outsiders....

Her eyes linger upon the face of the man across from her, studying the many lines of worry beginning to spread across his useful face. How many late nights up worrying had he suffered? Finally, she breaks the silence, having decided to start with a joke. "...Shall I tell the chief his soup fails to satisfy? Or should we give it a try first?"

[yavuz-azra]

Text to Beret

Azra: Beret, we need to meet. Now. I need to know how far this goes.

Azra: I’m not angry. But we need to fix this. Emine isn’t answering my texts. I know she’s talking to you. She fucked up, bad.  Azra: I can’t help if you all keep me in the dark.

[yavuz-azra]

Text to Emine

Azra: WHAT DID YOU DO! 

Azra: No, don’t tell me. We need to meet. NOW.

Azra: I am hearing alot of rumors, and none of them are good. We have to fix this. NOW.