Azra Aksoy.

Risa hadn’t planned to get stuck in an elevator that day, but she should have guessed she was due for a mishap after the suspiciously tranquil morning she had had. “Do you think they actually meant they’d get us within half an hour, or was that just to shut us up?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow at her fellow inmate. “At least that terrible music stopped playing when the power went off.” Small mercies. Or something.

open / any location.

“Definitely the latter. I don’t think they’ll be here for at least the next hour, might as well settle in and make ourselves comfortable, that man sounded so uncertain.” she chuckles, looking over at the other person she was trapped in the four walls of the elevator with. “Are you saying you did not shazam that tune to add it to your playlists? I thought it was a musical genius.” she teases with a grin. “I’m joking,” Azra adds quickly, after all, they were a stranger and she suddenly did not want them to think that she had horrible taste in music. First impressions were important. “I’m also relieved that it’s finally gone. I feel like I can finally hear my thoughts again. Being stuck here is punishment for not doing my laundry this morning.”

Welcome to London, [AZRA AKSOY].  You’ve lived here [10 YEARS] and are originally from [ISTANBUL, TURKEY]. We see here that you’re pursuing a career as a [JEWELLERY DESIGNER] and currently reside in [KENSINGTON & CHELSEA].  You’re the spitting image of [MELISA PAMUK], use [SHE/HER] pronouns, you’re [30 YEARS OLD], and your anthem is [DON’T WATCH ME CRY - JORJA SMITH].   (bee; 24; she/her; gmt; triggers incl. n/a.)