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location: a night's rest at the lucky coyote casino
status: closed for kadir yazici / @hcllstvr
đđ đđđ đđđ đđđ đđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđđđ đ đđ đđđ đđđđđđ, she was almost certain the dimples in her cheeks would permanently sink into place, forever present even when she frowned. The conversation had gone on well past the point of polite, bypassed longwinded entirely, and shot straight into 'impending migraine' territory.
After the night she'd already had so far she needed a break. Another drink. Some godforsaken air. Anything that wasn't enduring what'd turned out to be an utterly unhelpful conversation about the merits of vacationing on the Amalfi Coast or Ibiza, notââOkay!â
Sharper than she'd intended, the word burst past her lips before she could stop it. An awkward chuckle soon took its place. âSorry, I'm, uhâI'm feeling a little flushed. Why don't you give me a call and we'll schedule time to finish this over lunch next week, yeah?â She was already gone and making a beeline for the nearest exterior door before they had a chance to point out they didn't have her number.
Fifty feet. Thirty feet. Twenty feetâWHAM.
She'd been almost to the finish line, almost to the door, until she wasn't. Until approximately six feet and a few odd inches shifted just enough to angle directly into her determined path.
A few thousand dollars worth of chips went flying out of the velvet bag she'd been clutching like a lifeline for the past hour of wasted time. Whatever remained of the champagne in her flute sloshed over its rim and all over her hand. And Safiye? Safiye just... stopped.
Three years should've been plenty of time to forget someone. At the very least, plenty of time to dull their memory until its edges went hazy and soft. Instead, the full force of recognition hit her swift and without a single ounce of mercy. Those shoulders were a little broader. The dark scruff edging his jaw a little thicker than before. But it was him.
Just like that, her thoughts slipped right out of the casino and into a part of her life she'd worked very, very hard at convincing herself didn't exist.
Sunday mornings spent lingering in quaint little coffee shops. Half finished conversations on balconies overlooking a city she hadn't come within two hundred miles of since. The weight of his ring on her finger and the promise of his last name, neither of which she'd earned or could ever hope to deserve.
Then, the moment she realized she couldn't do it anymore. The moment she left. Engaged one minute, a ghost the next, not even a note left behindâonly that ring on his nightstand.
Three years ago, she ran away from Kadir Yazici to spare him. The last thing she ever expected was to literally run right back into him now.
TWO YEARS SINCE HE'D BEEN IN TOWN â and yet had only stepped into the lucky coyote maybe a small handful of times. he wasn't much the gambling man, truth be told the act felt tedious after you play a number of games. they were all relatively the same just in different fonts; whether that was poker, slots, or landing on black, the end result was you either lose your money or walk away richer. the latter of which he certainly didn't need to place bets on in order to be. no, his particular corruption was found in code and digging up useful information on the people who surround him. though that hadn't stopped kadir from attending tonight, partaking in the celebrations of peace between the gangs. while he wasn't part of nameless for as long as most, he still heard plenty of whispers about just how fragile things were to begin, suppose it only takes an event of promised over indulgence to bring everyone together. even then, and with rules in place, who could say how the evening would turn out.
no matter the case, he polished off his latest glass, amber liquid easily tossed back, as well as excusing himself from present company. pulling out his phone, he'd managed to clone that of the person he'd been speaking withs own â after all they said no blood be spilled or there'd be a fine, which meant nothing wrong with having a little fun his own way. looking through various messages he'd only been half paying attention to the direction he was walking, and in a crowded place such as this it was only a matter of time before weaving in and out of people landed in a collision.
a scenario that played out exactly, walking right into another, smaller frame, managing to keep his balance, though the device slipped out of his grip bouncing onto the floor. â shit, â expletive falling, not necessarily in a harsh manner, if anything the annoyance was more at himself. â my bad, wasn't paying attention.. â continuing, he leaned down to grab the phone, surround by various casino chips. â you alâ â you alright? that's question he almost finished asking, until his dark eyes finally landed on said person he'd run into. frozen, like a deer caught in headlights, because standing in front of him ... was a phantom. how many drinks did he have, or what was in them?? had someone from a rival gang poisoned him for some reason that he was now hallucinating. clearly those could be the only explanations as to why he was seeing her stood in front of him now.
â sevda? â the name escaping him barely above a whisper among the background noise. one that hadn't been uttered from his tongue in so long, lost within the depths of his mind, much like the memories from years ago, though never truly forgotten. â ne ... ne yapÄąyorsun burada? ( what are you doing here? ) â
Somewhere to her left, shots of top shelf liquor clinked in a toast to fifty years of relative peace. At the tables far to her right came the rhythmic flutter of dealers shuffling through decks of cards.
Bursts of victorious laughter and their accompanying growls of defeat cleaved through the air louder than any crack of gunfire and yet, even so thoroughly entrenched within the chaotic din of the evening, Safiye didn't need to see behind her or hear their steps to know someone was lingering.
Either they were there to slip a blade between her ribs over a rivalry she hadn't been around nearly long enough to fully comprehend yet or, more likely than not, they had eyes on the nearest seat.
Betting on the secondâthough she was one more call away from welcoming the firstâshe murmured, âGo on. Itâs yours if you want it.âÂ
Still, her gaze didn't shift. Dark eyes remained locked on her phone, the thing face down and vibrating atop a cocktail napkin, while she held a glass of 2016 Chateau Margaux in a white knuckle grip.
It wasn't until voicemail inevitably took over ( and took the choice of accepting or declining out of her hands ) that Saf sighed. Or that she finally deigned to spare a glance. âThe spot beside me, I mean.â A corner of her mouth twitched. âI waited about thirty minutes before I managed to snag mine so, if you're looking to stake a claim, this might be your only chance.â
The Lucky Coyote was one of the few places in the city where people could pretend the gangs weren't constantly one bad decision away from tearing each other apart. The illusion was almost impressive. Cards shuffled. Glasses clinked. Slot machines chimed endlessly in the background. People laughed. Money changed hands. And beneath it all sat an unspoken understanding that everybody in the building was armed, dangerous, and behaving only because the consequences of not behaving were significantly worse. Mia liked it. Or maybe liked wasn't the right word. Respected it, perhaps.
The mechanic sat at the far end of the bar, nursing a whiskey she'd barely touched. One elbow rested against the polished countertop while her attention drifted across the casino floor. Old habit. People-watching. Keeping track of exits. Noticing who arrived together and who pretended they hadn't. The place was full tonight. Representatives from every corner of the city. Enough tension packed into one room to start a war if somebody sneezed wrong. Mia found herself smirking. The whiskey burned pleasantly as she finally took a sip. The seat beside her scraped softly against the floor. She didn't look up. Not immediately. "You're either brave," she said finally, swirling the amber liquid in her glass, "or you've never been told it's rude to stare."
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hey, wait a secondâ i could swear that was KADIR YAZICI that just walked past. donât tell me you havenât heard of the HACKER of NAMLESS? theyâve been a member for 2 YEARS and apparently theyâre actually LOYAL, so make sure not to forget this time. iâve heard theyâre known as THE POLYMATH, and i can tell you for sure that theyâre CHARISMATIC and ADEPT on a good day, but i donât think youâd like to see them when theyâre MACHIAVELLIAN and IMPULSIVE. rumour has it that they ARE PLOTTING TO OUST HIS FATHER FROM THEIR FAMILY COMPANY, but i donât know if anyone has ever lived long enough to confirm it. either way, most people would use MY MIND IS A MOUNTAIN by DEFTONES to describe them, as well a lone wolf howling at the dissipating moon, icarus flying dangerously close to the sun, the shift of the temperature as a storm approaches. god only knows how they ended up here, but love them or hate them, theyâre not going anywhere.
STATS.
full name: kadir ekin yazici. / nickname(s): n/a. / d.o.b. & age: august 4th & 32. / zodiac: leo, pisces, virgo. / gender & pronouns: cis man & he + him. / sexuality: bisexual. / relationship status: single. / ethnicity: turkish. / scent: valentino â uomo born in roma. / height: 6'2". / birthplace: short hills, nj. / occupation: hacker / software developer. / parents: volkan & melike yazici. / siblings: twin sister, one younger. / pet(s): veli ( belgian malinois ) / languages known: english, turkish. / residence: glassline towers penthouse
INFO.
⸝ born and raised in a small though wealthy suburb of new jersey, second generation turkish-american right behind his twin sister who's a couple minutes older and never lets him forget about it. the yazici name that carries a weight bestowed upon him even before he took his first breaths. a powerhouse back in their home country and international, who have their hands in everything from industrial to real estate. and kadir stood as the heir to this empire, whether or not he wanted it.
⸝ you'd think being brought up in such a cushy world meant having a picturesque life, and in many ways it was of course. being handed just about everything you could possibly want is a dream for most people. and to the public, their family was the epitome of perfect. but the saying not everything that glitters is gold exists for a reason. behind closed doors everyone had to ENDURE that which is volkan yazici. a power hungry man that praised nothing less than success and image, who could also be known for having a bit of a temper. he was never outright cruel, but if everything wasn't up to his standards then the walls of their home would boom.
⸝ growing up kadir and his siblings were given the best private school education expected to keep their grades high, and given options for a plethora of extracurriculars. for him that took the form of sports, namely basketball and hockey. though outside of that he'd always had a deep interest with computers, a bit of a nerd as he was a jock. in fact, the first time he hacked into anything was in middle school, when he changed one of his grades, as well as that of a friend. from there it was only an interest that continued to develop.
⸝ his father had already carved out a path that started with business school and ended with him taking over the company. however he had his own plans in mind, that deviated, instead pursuing a degree in computer science and going to college across the country at stanford. you can imagine this caused them to but heads, but ultimately he won out, a big thanks to his mother for intervening and convincing the man to simply let it happen. he spent some time in LA after graduating and where he also moonlit as a hacker for profit, and sometimes for his own entertainment/gain.
⸝ a couple years ago though, he found himself moving to coyote's rest after getting a job at a software firm sitting just outside the city, a place of unbridled debauchery, perfect for him to continue his own little escapades. until he landed on the radar of nameless, unintentionally exposing a vulnerability in their own cyber security. though they had brilliant people who'd been able to track him. initially there were heavy suspicions as to his motive, in spite of the fact that there truly was none, apart from curiosity. and instead of truly ending up on their bad side, or worse, he ended up taking an offer to join them, not given much of an ultimatum.
⸝ it's interesting, to say the least, being part of something so covert and quite literally nameless, considering how much of his life had been spent in a limelight of sorts. having a literal gang at his disposal, so to speak, might also just be perfect for his own plans, involving getting his father out of running their family company. as of lately he'd been making terrible calls, bad press, and attempting a hostile takeover that didn't exactly benefit them. something he'd already shared with his siblings, all of them in agreement on.
WANTED.
friends.
enemies / rivals. ( again other gangs or anyone nameless )
fwb / one night stands.
clients. ( perhaps someone looking for his hacking skills )
neighbors. ( those living in glassline towers as well )
good influence.
bad influence.
anyone who may know of his family.
hey, wait a secondâ i could swear that was RAQUEL AGUILAR that just walked past. donât tell me you havenât heard of the ASSASSIN of THE SPIDER LILIES? theyâve been a member for 10 YEARS and apparently theyâre actually LOYAL, so make sure not to forget this time. iâve heard theyâre known as THE ENIGMA, and i can tell you for sure that theyâre SOLICITOUS and CLEVER on a good day, but i donât think youâd like to see them when theyâre PEDANTIC and TEMPERAMENTAL. rumour has it that they HAVE BEEN TRAINED IN MILITARY STYLE COMBAT SINCE SHE WAS YOUNGER, but i donât know if anyone has ever lived long enough to confirm it. either way, most people would use FXCK UP THE WORLD by LISA to describe them, as well sunglasses hiding that cunning glint in your eyes, the way light hits cascading velvet, a sharp tongue and even sharper mind. god only knows how they ended up here, but love them or hate them, theyâre not going anywhere.
STATS.
full name: raquel valentina aguilar. / nickname(s): rocky, sombra. / d.o.b. & age: may 25th & 34. / zodiac: gemini, cancer, aries. / gender & pronouns: cis woman & she + her. / sexuality: lesbian. / relationship status: single. / ethnicity: mexican. / scent: noyz â unmute. / height: 5'5". / birthplace: fort hood, tx. / occupation: assassin. / parents: caesar & lucia aguilar. / siblings: one older brother. / pet(s): opal ( maine coon cat ) / languages known: english, spanish, korean, italian, arabic, french. / residence: a suite at the nightshade
INFO.
⸝ born in fort hood, texas, though she's called various places home throughout her years growing up. because of her father's position in the army, her family moved around quite a bit, both in and out of country. she hadn't necessarily minded it, not as if she had much of a choice of course, sure it was difficult to form solid friendships after a time, but on the flipside it was nice getting to see different parts of the world and experience new things.
⸝ her father being in the military made him a man of discipline and focus, things he instilled onto his children by way of training as they grew older. to him this was a way of self-defense and being better prepared for the world with more than just book or street smarts. little did they know just how much this would come in handy in future.
⸝ rocky was a natural â maybe not at first, after all the man wasn't all too lenient, even on his children, but practice makes perfect, and she picked up fairly quick. excelling in muay thai, a bit of krav magra and brazilian jiu jitsu, even competing in tournaments for the latter.
⸝ this was all also to her mother's chagrin, the woman had wanted a girly girl, and when she was much younger, there was some success in trying. but ultimately she is her father's daughter. that's not to say she doesn't have her moments though. sometimes she just wants to be babygirl â¨
⸝ eventually her family's escapades around the world came to an end, with them settling in las vegas, her father retired from the military and opted to start up his own security company. by this time rocky was already an adult and ready to go out on her own, though she didn't exactly have a solid plan for the future. instead she lived by making the city and especially the strip, as her playground. after all it was a breeding ground for all the best vices.
⸝ she spent plenty of time in casinos using her talents in the art of deception, whether that was playing dumb as though she didn't understand how the game worked, or with the confidence of a true professional and each time it worked in her favor. although one night, she caught the attention of two brutes who weren't exactly keen to the fact that she bested them. unfortunate that they underestimated the 5'5" girl with a pretty face, and got their asses handed to them.
⸝ unknown to her was the fact that there had been a set of eyes on her for most of the night, watching her every move with intrigue, coming to her with an offer that lead to her eventual recruitment into the spider lilies. she hadn't started off as an assassin of course, but she proved herself an invaluable asset, her ability to take on a chameleon persona, beyond capable with nearly any weapon or her hands, it was easy to climb the ranks.
⸝ it was a life far from the question 'what do you wanna be when you grow up' but she certainly wasn't complaining, the thrill of her work was right up her alley and has thoroughly come to the think of the spider lilies as a new family ( not that there was anything wrong with hers of course ) but nevertheless she certainly has no plans of leaving.
WANTED.
best friend / confidant.
friends.
enemies / rivals. ( could be from another gang or something friendly in the spider lilies )
good influence.
bad influence.
exes.
fwb / one night stands.
neighbors. ( anyone else staying in the nightshade )
workout partners.
anyone she could've met in her younger years while traveling around.
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