#thread: nevra erdogan

[emine--yalaz]

Where: Hyde Park Who: @erdogan-nevra

It felt weird being in parks that were not in her home, not that she had stepped foot in Haringey since her break up with Kerem. She couldn't bring herself to do it, which was odd for her, considering emotions were different for her.

This was new for her, trying to sort out how she was feeling, trying to understand why she felt like a part of her was missing. Emine pushed it away, her attention turning to Cleo who was happily running around and found a dog to play with. She made her way over, knowing the puppy was still learning her manners, when she realised who's dog it was when she saw them coming over.

"Nevra," a smile pulls at her lips. There was a part of her that wanted to blame her for all of this mess, but she knew it wasn't her fault. And if her brother was happy, who was she to try to ruin it. "Seems Cleo made a friend."

[ayda--demir]

where: after party who: @erdogan-nevra

"Here I thought you'd want to get far away from London too." She was surprised that Nevra wanted to go to Scotland. "You look beautiful."

[emine--yalaz]

It felt odd having this conversation with Nevra, realising it was the wine that lowered her inhibition, along with another factor that she wasn't going to acknowledge. Emine knew there were some characteristics of Nevra she admired, yet would never admit it. Tomorrow, if they both wished, they could pretend this moment never happened.

"I don't think I would have thought about it if it wasn't for the break up." She was being honest. Playing the cello took her to another world where she let her body feel the music, it calmed the storm that always seemed to be brewing inside of her. "I want to do what you do." A small shrug, she was good at it but wanted to be better, and now she had someone who could train her and wasn't never easy on her.

As Emine spoke, it dawned on Nevra that she didn't really know the girl. Not that things that made a person who they were at least. They'd met at a time where neither had an interest in being friends, quite the opposite actually. This wasn't to say that she wanted to be friends now and she had a feeling Emine felt the same, however gaining a few kernels of knowledge about the girl wouldn't hurt. The ones she was collecting now came as a surprise.

"The orchestra? Really? I'll be honest, I didn't know you had it in you Emine." Her face was one of sheepish amusement. Nevra wasn't the only one allowed to grow out of the box people had put her in. Knowing Emine was finally doing the same tugged at her. She traced her fingers over the lace table cloth covering their table. "What sort of training, if you don't mind me asking?" Emine's last question was casually ignored for the moment.

[msmelissalin]

For: @erdogan-nevra​

When: Mid December, 2022. 

Where: Limo, on route to Haringey. 

The limo rolled along the London streets, falling to a halt of a stop as they hit the traffic lights on their way to Haringey. The achromatic sky was a tell tale sign of the mood that hung heavily between Melissa and her protégé. They knew what needed to be done, the sacrifices worth it once their goal had been completed. But at what cost? There were certain innocence that should remain untouched and even Melissa felt that sickness bubbling in the pit of her stomach like a boiling cauldron.

Benjamin rolled his neck, tension sitting at the nape. For most what was coming would have brought a sheen of sweat, but he was bone dry. His mind was clear, the mission sitting at the forefront, silence sitting on his lips while the burning sensation of Melissa’s eyes could be felt. He knew this was her call, yet there seemed to be something amiss in her this day. 

‘’You sure about this?’’ He asked, voice low. 

She did not utter words in response, instead giving a curt nod. He knew that was all he was going to get out of her, flickering his gaze to Nevra. How much did she know? It was a prowling thought; he knew how Melissa liked to keep things under wraps until people needed to know. Sometimes walking in darkness was better than knowing too much. Because the truth was sometimes a lot worse than the reality humans preferred to live with. 

Benjamin was a cold hearted monster, much like the woman he adored so much. So he pressed back into his seat, chin held high, letting his eyes wander to the passing streets. His mind drifting to a different time, where his mothers laugh had lit up his day. Now there was only a dull silence of what was. 

Melissa looked to Nevra, face avoid of emotion, stoic in nature. ‘’Thank you for joining us, and sorry I’ve been so quite on the specifics.’’ She wasn’t sorry, she’d watched as the woman had thrown herself into the ring for Berat. Felt that disgust rise up her throat like bile. ‘’As you’ve probably guessed we’re on our way to Haringey.’’

[kerem-dogulu]

White Hot Fury || Self - Para

Setting: In Tandem with Nevra and Melissa’s thread HERE Mentions: @msmelissalin @erdogan-nevra @emine--yalaz  Triggers: THE DOG DIES 

The text from Melissa Lin that she was coming was one that Kerem had feared for so long. 

Something that he had been expecting for so long. He was still convinced that she was going to murder him - that she wanted to make it public so that everyone could see. Maybe he’d be lucky and it’d be quick. Maybe it’d make people want to fight them. But it hadn’t stopped him from doing what he figured would be his lasts. 

His last call to his mom - who insisted she was bringing over food for him and Emine that night because she knew that they weren’t feeding themselves properly. 

His last time messing with all of his sisters. 

His last time having coffee with his Dad - and while Kerem could tell that his father knew that something was going on (the older man had been in the game far too long to not know something was up even if he was retired) the two of them ignored it. To have a last moment of piece. 

His last time kissing Emine. 

His last time taking Spectre for a walk. He’d been at the park across from his flat when he saw the limo come up, and he figured that he would take the dog inside if he could. There was only one person who would come to Haringey in a limo and the least he could do was make sure that the dog didn’t have to witness whatever was about to go down. He figured he could get Emine to bring Spectre in - and he truly hoped that whatever was going to happen 

He had made up his mind a long time ago that he would die for Haringey. 

When Benjamin came up to him, it was everything that Kerem could do not to roll his eyes. He knew the type - the too violent, too psychotic, and yet still managed to be a lapdog type. He barely paid the man attention, his eyes fixed on the limo - on the woman............women inside of it. 

He had expected Melissa, but he hadn’t expected Nevra. His eyes narrowed at the sight of his ex-fiancée. 

It wasn’t that long ago that she was trying to talk him out of fight club, trying to say that she wanted him to stay safe. He had suspected at the time that she was just trying to play with his emotions, to bring him back to when they were together, to when she had him believing that she cared more about him, about their life in Haringey, than she did about money. But this only confirmed the suspicions that he had then - she had been trying to play him. And now here she was, sitting right next to Melissa Lin. Looking like she belonged there. 

Like she was the traitor that she continually proved herself to be. 

If Nevra wanted him to see her, he wasn’t going to give 

He saw the gun move, he prepared himself for the punishment that he knew was coming - but when the shot rang in his ears, it was the scream from Spectre that caught him by surprise. Death for himself? That he had expected to be a given. Death to his dog? That was an special type of evil that he truly didn’t think that the woman would have come up with. 

Clearly he had underestimated her. 

‘‘This is a message from Melissa.’‘ Benjamin’s words barely comprehended as Kerem was on his knees, nursing his dog as she slowly  ‘‘This was a warning. Double cross the Rutherford’s again, and it’ll cause for more meetings like this.’‘ 

He knew it was a warning, and Kerem was well aware that she meant it - he had seen it in her glare. But where Melissa probably thought it would subdue him - make him once again want to worship the slavery that she had “so graciously” allowed them - it did the opposite. His anger was going to be a part of him. 

It wasn’t just the Rutherfords who were going to pay now. It was Melissa. He was going to find a way to make her hurt the same way. 

Or die trying. 

[mobscene-updates]

UPDATES.

ADRIANA AMARO: 

THREAD | featuring Aviv Kasyanenko - Potentially, the beginning of the end for their ‘relationship.’ This thread is a dive into Adriana’s early feelings regarding what happened to her sister, as well as showing her internal thoughts about having to knowingly deceive the people she cares about. 

THREAD | featuring Spencer Berkeley - Giving some weight to their established connection, the thread provides further insight into not only their comfortable relationship, but the lengths Adriana will go to when it comes to protecting her sister. Even if it means lying to one of her best friends. Adriana visits him for some much needed support. The only shoulder she will cry on. 

THREAD | featuring Lyudmila Korshunova - Coming back to London after her time away, despite the fact she wasn’t supposed to, to visit a friend in trouble. 

Summary: Overall, Adriana has been jumping around from Tel Aviv and New York, but has finally returned to London, despite the fact she wasn’t supposed to. But in spite of it all, as she’s home, she’s back to taking care of the businesses that Lara left in her care, apart from when she briefly left London to attend some fashion shows. 

LEYLA YILMAZ: 

SELF PARA | Sorry Baby, The Villain Needs You - Svetlana Vorshevsky takes Leyla to make sure that her twins are delivered safely. 

THREAD, THREAD, THREAD | featuring various - Leyla struggles to navigate returning to every day life, knowing she’s unable to tell anybody close to her the real reasons behind her disappearance. Good display of internal monologue.

THREAD | featuring Laurent St. Pierre (and family) - Though she attempts to visit Laurent to break the news that she’s pregnant, she instead finds herself meeting his family, in the process. This thread will be where he eventually finds out.

Summary: Leyla is currently eighteen weeks pregnant, aka almost four months, which means she now knows the gender of the baby! The focus now will be on fixing her relationship with friends and seeing how Laurent and Leyla will work through everything now that he technically knows. Also - very hungry pregnant woman is here.

ANATOLY VESELOV:

THREAD | featuring Yana Kurylenko - Causing problems for the Hathaway. Yana and Tolya have taking to getting a hold of Vixens, and then either selling them off in parts to the black market, or selling them as prostitutes to places outside of the UK.

THREAD | featuring Viktoriya Kurylenko - Where he is about to find out Emilia’s place in what happened to Viktoriya, and the starting point for them to hatch a plan together on how to deal with her. 

Summary: He’s working hard against the French, but not as hard. At this point, there are very few Russians that Tolya is okay with, and he is drifting simply around because he likes what he does. Focus to be possibly on the Russian mob, trying to see what is the best situation that he could place himself in.

ÉTIENNE CANET: 

SELF PARA | Bienvenue à Londres - The taking of Mikhail Vorshevsky. This is an important one, so please, if you haven’t read it, do so. 

THREAD | featuring Delphine St. Clair - Étienne discusses his return to Commandant status after being promoted by Aurélie when she was back in London. 

Summary: He is holding Mikhail hostage in a secret location that few know the details of. Ideally, he would want to get information out of the boy, but even if he is unable to do so, keeping him is doing wonders after everything that’s happened. The focus is still on Mikhail, but he will soon move forward with some extra plans to make Russians lose more power.

FRANCISCO VIDAL: 

THREAD | featuring Kathleen Zhao - A couple of besties. A big progression in their friendship comes as Vidal finally meets her son. A fairly big deal, when he knows she doesn’t share that part of her life with most. 

THREAD | featuring Nevra Erdogan - Though she has had her attention on Adrian for the most part, Vidal is planning to take her under his own wing. Potentially the start of her becoming his right-hand. 

Summary: Vidal has had to shift focus, and the wheels are in motion for him to soon meet with Delphine to discuss the possibility of a tentative alliance. Only time will tell what it will come of this. In the meantime, he is keeping Nevra close in hopes of mould her into something more than an assassin for the organisation.

ELAINA HALÉVY: 

SELF PARA | Heartbreak - Learning that her sister, the other half of her heart, is amongst the French dead. 

THREAD | featuring Lyudmila Korshunova - A taste of revenge, perhaps. Fucking up the wife of Konstantin Vorshevsky just because she can. Elaina left her alive for the sake of future opportunities, and as a clear message to the Russians that she can take their people just as easily as they take hers. 

Summary: Elaina is a fucking mess who probably needs to be put on watch. This time is different than how it was with Tahir because it feels so targeted and her death is all around her. As well, without Noa, she can’t even look at her own face in the mirror without seeing her sister, she can’t sleep, she can’t eat. She is so not okay, but she won’t say it and is drinking, killing, and just trying to fuck shit up.

MIKHAIL VORSHEVSKY:

SELF PARA | Étienne’s Chamber of Secrets - The poor man is in captivity, trying to make the best of a bad situation. There’s not a whole lot he can do right now.

Summary: Not a very fun time for him, as he understands the situation he is in. But he is biding his time, he is staying still until he knows what it is he wants to do. It hurts, it ain't great, but he isn’t stupid, he’s always got something up his sleeve, so just...watch this space.

BANG ARA: 

SELF PARA | Say Cheese - Murder on the dancefloor. Ara successfully takes out Elaina’s right hand man. Creepy, ginger Sébastien (same person, as it turns out) and not Sébastien Pécresse. Nobody panic. 

Summary: Generally, she is now working under the command of Arkady. She is carrying out specific hits in order to get closer to information regarding Mikhail and thus, at the same time, trying to get closer to those who might know something. As always, she is ruthless when it comes to kills, but it’s worth it for information on the golden boy. 

[jordana-velasquez]

It was clear to Jordana to see that Nevra was having a good time and could appreciate that they felt comfortable around her to let their guard down and enjoy the moment . "I don't think you can." Jordana laughs. There were many times she may have over indulged and the thoughts that suddenly burst out of her mouth. "I don't think that is a bad way to go. Not one I would, but there are worse ways." Her head nods to the chair beside her. "Join me. We can share a bottle of wine and we can get you some water."

"Not at all but don't worry, I've eaten more than my fair share of food. Have you seen how much pizza there is?" She put one hand on her heart and the other on Jordana's shoulder. "Girl, I think I've eaten three whole pizzas today alone. Can you die from too much pizza?" Tomatoes were part of the nightshade family, she'd learned that in high school, but how dangerous was it in large quantities? Or the cheese? Surely all of the dairy wasn't good for her. Nevra shrugged. "Oh well. If this is how I die then so be it. At least I'm happy." On the outside at least.

[emine--yalaz]

Where: The border of Haringey Who: @erdogan-nevra When: Nov 20, 2023

Emine had a few errands to run. One of them was wedding related, invitation cards. She had found a little shop that did them for a reasonable price. There were about six different samples for her to show Kerem and see which one he wanted.

Stuffing them back into her back, she glanced up for her eyes to lock on a person she would rather not see, for so completely different reasons, one of them her fucking her brother. Her arms bridge over her chest, eyes narrowing at her.

"Nevra."

[ayda--demir]

@leylayilmazx​ @erdogan-nevra​ Time: After Party

“I have managed to find some time for dancing, and I won’t allow either of you to tell me no. Let’s go have some fun.” She reached for Leyla and Nevra’s hands. 

[emine--yalaz]

where: location dropped

who: @erdogan-nevra

Emine was surprised Nevra agreed to meet with her. Over the last several months she had come to start to piece together the reasons why the other longed for something better, knowing that she herself, would be heading down a similar path.

Arriving ten minutes early, Emine stepped inside the coffee shop, glancing around for Nevra, and when she didn't spot the other, she found them a table in the back.

It wasn't much longer until she watched the other come through the door, their eyes locking. She waited until she sat down to talk.

"Thanks for meeting." Emine meant it. "I have a couple questions about what made you leave." A sincerity in her tone. The waitress coming by. "I'll have a coffee, black, please."

[david-pavoncello]

His religion was a huge part of who he was. It was how he was raised and held all the values he believed in growing up. Amber hues flicker from the brunette then over to the church.

"You have to have something to put your faith in."

The second she asked if she knew him, the memory came flashing back and he laughed. "Did you whole five followers enjoy your live that night? The tour of the yacht."

She glanced at the imposing building behind the suited man. Nevra wasn't a religious person. The only time she'd stepped inside of a holy place was to make sure someone else didn't come out. Not very pious of her now that she thought about it.

"Just passing by. I've never seen the appeal. To each their own though." She nodded in his direction, wondering what sins he felt the need to repent for.

A memory of a man on a yacht made Nevra pause longer than she had intended. "Do I know you?"

[jordana-velasquez]

Jordana had been keeping tabs on the assassin, keeping space, but making sure Nevra was in a clear head space. She was important to Ayaz, which made her important to her.

Catching sight of the woman walking into the bar, having the rest of the night off, following behind her. A moment passed before taking a seat beside her a minute passed, her head twisting to glance at her, confused slightly at her wording.

"What happened to your hand, Nevra?" Concern laced in her tone, but a sternness in her gaze.

The assassin hadn't let her hands heal after her fight with Johnathan almost a month ago. The wounds seemed fitting and the constant dull ache on her knuckles was almost comforting at this point.

Tonight another wound marred her hands. A slash from a target's knife that she'd allowed to get far too close. She'd still come off better though, considering the man was now at the bottom of the Thames.

Nevra didn't try to hide the bandages as she cradled her glass of gin. The bar wasn't packed but there were enough people that no one really noticed her at the end of the bar. That is, no one had noticed until now. She side-eyed the person staring at her, flashing them a sardonic smile.

"You'll have to buy my next drink if you want to keep staring."

[emine--yalaz]

erdogan-nevra​:

“I have to save this moment for posterity. I’ll never be on a boat like this again. This is truly how the other half lives.” 

Three shots of vodka were gone before the brunette realized what she was doing. She had never before livestreamed in her life but now? Now felt like the perfect time. 

“Please move, you’re in my shot and my 2 followers need to get a good look at this.”

@mobscene-starters​

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“Hayir.” Emine smiled ever so sweetly at the woman in front of her. Allah, how she wanted to punch her right in the face for all the shit she was causing for her family. When she walked away from them, she should have stayed away.

“Drunk are we?” The petite Turk was watching how much she drank. She didn’t trust everyone on this yacht and wouldn’t let her defenses down. “I didn’t take you as the type that would get drunk that easily. What was it, tequila, vodka, whiskey?” She could have been much worse, but she kept it toned down for Berat. 

[ayda--demir]

Continuing with the conversation, Ayda started to stretch the dough out with her hands, hanging it down and shuffling to make it circular. "I want to make a difference in the community and I don't want to use other means for it." She didn't want to rely on her brother, which is essentially her pa, nor did she want to go through Kerem, though it seemed like he was trying to find his footing. This was something she wanted to do on her own and the proper way. "The borough is supporting me and some have given donations to help with my campaign." This was all her and she was proud of her hard work. "Some days I don't know how I get through everything I have on my plate, but it does keep me busy." And that kept her distracted that she couldn't think of anything else, still a lot to process. "Who would have thought this would be my path." She lays the dough on the counter. "There you go." She glances down at it. "You can add your sauce and toppings."

While she might have found comfort in visiting Ayda's shop, the location made it difficult. She wasn't welcome in Haringey to this day, no matter how hard she tried to forget that fact. Still, it was a kind gesture and maybe it would be possible one day.

A seat in the assemly though? It was unexpected, unheard of from people with their background and yet it didn't really surprise Nevra. If anyone from their old group was going to succeed it was going to be Ayda and here she was proving them all right. "When did this happen?" God she had missed so much and it was one hundred percent her fault. "You're realy making your own way, Ayda." I'm proud of you was what she should have said but it felt weird. "Tell me how you're doing it."

[emine--yalaz]

Relief washed over Emine the second they stepped out of the pizza making area. It was worse than listening to her mum trying to teach her basic Turkish dishes that she could one day cook for her husband; she almost thought about Kerem, but he still had to prove himself to her.

Emine didn't waste time to pour them a glass each and then grabbing a slice of pizza.

"Things have been different." She had matured some over the last few months being on her own. "Kerem and I broke up." Though she still missed him. "I was staying with Olivier, sometimes I'm still there. I have my own place." She didn't want to say it was Berat's flat, a subject she did not want to touch. "I've been training too. I want to move away from drug dealing." She still helped manage what was going on in Harigney, but wasn't selling as much. "I had a solo try-out at the Barbican Centre Orchestra, but they said I need some more practice and I have a teacher. He thinks I should be ready for the next audition." There was a lot going on in her life.

"How are things going for you?"

The way her eyes narrowed was from the amount of focus she was trying to project instead of her normal reason when staring at Emine.

Taking a breath and a leap, Nevra dropped the wet dough in her hands onto the table and nudged Emine toward a booth down the canal. The service was fast and within a few minutes, the girls had secured a table, a pizza, and a bottle of wine. She ripped off a slice before looking, really looking, at her companion again.

"You seem different." Her following silence was an invitation.

[ayda--demir]

Ayda missed Nevra.

The last year had not been easy on either of them. She could understand what her friend was going through with losing Berat. It was still hard for her to grasp that she lost the man that for half of her life she expected to build that life with him. It was her business' and a need to make her home a safer place that was her driving force to keep moving forward, and others she found herself looking after. There was no turning off for her.

"You should come by the bakery." It would be nice to spend time with Nevra, they didn't have to talk, just simply sit there in the quiet watching Turkish dramas like they used to.

She continued to knead the dough for them. "I am slowly finding a balance with everything." A small pause. "The bar is doing well and the bakery. I'm also running for the assembly seat for Hairgney." Warm chocolate hues turn to Nev. "How are you doing?"

The sight of Ayda was enough to sober her up, if not all the way then a little bit.

Nevra hadn't seen her, seen any of them actually, since before Berat had died. She'd kept herself quietly cocooned in her house or on jobs. 4 months of self-isolating and doing exactly as she was told. It was her own lifeboat, own way to stay afloat when the ground had been ripped from under her feet leaving a gaping hole beneath. Not that she was admitting that to anyone.

"See, this is why you own the bakery and not me. I mean, there are other reasons of course but you get the gist." Her voice wasn't as natural as it had once been when talking to Ayda. Why she felt suddenly shy around a woman she'd known most of her life was a difficult emotion to swallow. So instead she swallowed her wine, resisting the urge to grab another.

"So uhm, how are things with you?" Nevra blamed her tripping words on the alcohol.