#yasmingursel

[mobscene-london]

BASIC INFORMATION:

NAME: Yasmin Gürsel.   AGE: 26. PLACE OF BIRTH: London, United Kingdom. AFFILIATION: The Rutherford Family. The Turkish gangs based in Haringey. OCCUPATION: Drug dealer. FACE CLAIM: Bahar Şahin. AVAILABILITY: OPEN.

BIOGRAPHY:

(Warning: Brief mentions of domestic violence.)

“I’m so sick and tired of your shit, do you know that?”

Oh, he knew.

The guilt written all over his face said loud and clear that once again, he fully understood it was his own fucking fault they’d stumbled into a screaming match for the ages.

It was a good job that people around their neighbourhood were smart enough to mind their own business, because they’d have had the Met knocking down their door every night on account of another domestic disturbance, otherwise. The house she shared with her partner, Kemal, was rarely quiet. These days, rarely happy, either…

They’d loved each other so much in the beginning, it seemed impossible that things could end up as badly as they had done. First they’d been friends—the same area of Haringey their stomping ground as kids—and then, during their similarly troubled time at school, they’d become more. Kemal had utterly adored her, and all of their friends could see that they brought out the best in each other; an arguably difficult feat, given that both of them prided themselves on being pretty reprehensible people. No secret as to why they gravitated toward each other, then.

Just like it was no secret why both of them thrived in gang life.

Neither of them came from families involved with the criminal goings on in Haringey, but just like everybody else, they knew damn well that no matter how much the city tried to pretend the gangs weren’t a problem—swept under the carpet, just like the rest of the borough—they existed. And working their way in wasn’t difficult when Yasmin, in particular, was about as outgoing as they came. It was rare she could make her way down the streets without getting caught up in conversation with somebody who recognised her. The community was tight knit, but when you were as charismatic and chatty as she was, you ended up knowing absolutely fucking everybody.

Yasmin had been seventeen years old when she started pushing drugs for the Turks.

Was it glamorous? No. Was the money fucking fantastic? Absolutely.

Whilst the first few years spent with the gang were great, things started to unravel soon after. Not that she was the fucking problem, mind you. Kemal getting close to some of the bigger players in the gang—particularly Kerem and Berat, who’d taken him under their wings—had gone right to his giant fucking head. Nothing quite like a man and his ego, huh? First, it was just the condescension. Talking down to her like he was her superior. As though they hadn’t joined the gang at the exact same time, and spent their time doing the exact same shit. As though she didn’t pull way higher fucking earnings than his ass. Yasmin was hardly the type to allow somebody to put her down, though, and the fights became more and more intense as time went on.

There was nothing wrong with enjoying their money. Yasmin didn’t exactly live humbly, and had a penchant for shiny designer things as a means to show off her hard work. Kemal took it to a whole other level, though, and he garnered attention in all the wrong ways. He consistently picked fights with the Indian members of the gang working for the Rutherfords, and he took stupid risks on the regular as if he was fucking untouchable. By the time they hit their early twenties, Yasmin had lost count of how many times the idiot had ended up in police custody. He threw his money around like he was in a gangster movie, and perpetually ended up in debt because of it, begging her for her own cash to help get him out of the holes he dug for himself. He spent nights at the strip clubs instead of coming home. Talked to other girls in front of her as though he ran the whole damn thing in an attempt to build up his reputation even more.

Honestly, she was surprised the Rutherfords hadn’t had him clipped for being such a gaping liability in one of their most profitable areas of the city.  

Not that they’d need to worry about it now.

For all the bullshit he served on the regular—even the fights that more often than not got physical, near the end—she always stayed. Until the day she caught him in their bed with some piece of trash he picked up on a corner in Westminster. Always keeping it fucking classy.

Yasmin wonders if the bitch knows how lucky she was to get out of the house at all.

“It didn’t mean nothing to me, Yas. Nothing.”

Well that was just too fucking bad, then, because it sure meant something to her.

“We were going to get married, you absolute shit show of a human being.”

“We still can!”

No. No they couldn’t.

To say it had been an impulsive decision fuelled by her utter rage was not wrong, but that didn’t mean she regretted it, either. Grabbing one of his dumbbells—especially poetic, given how he’d turned into a certified fucking gym bro in an attempt to somehow love himself even more—she eventually lost count of how many times she hit him. Even when she was sure he was fucking dead, the swings kept coming. If she’d tried one for every time he’d wronged her, Kemal was bloodied pulp long before she got there.

And breathe.

Yasmin dropped her weapon of choice. Lit up a cigarette.

Sat and had a nice cup of tea on her bloodstained sofa.

Eventually, she casually pulled out her phone and called Berat. Whilst he might’ve been one who’d helped Kemal get his start, she knew damn well that even they were sick of his antics putting everybody at risk. Asking him to help come and clean up the mess might’ve been a risky move, but it would be a good indicator as to whether this was going to come back and bite her in the ass later.

“Stop off at Tesco. I don’t have nearly enough bleach.”

 They’d spent the night scrubbing in relative silence. Mostly, it seemed as though he couldn’t believe this tiny, unassuming woman had snapped so massively that she’d just turned the man she’d spent her whole life with into a human smoothie. Not once did he condemn her, though. When they were finally done, Yasmin turned to him with a content smile on her face. It was as if she’d been freed of a massive fucking burden, and God did it feel good.

“I want his patch. I can handle both, and do a better fucking job at it, too.”

“Look, I’ll talk to Kerem, but I can’t make promises…”

That was fair enough. Yasmin had just murdered one of their members in cold blood. Either they were going to be relieved the liability was gone, just the same as her, or they’d lose their shit and she was going to end up in a prison cell. Only time would tell.

And sure enough, it did.

Who’s Haringey’s biggest earner, these days?

Yasmin.

Best make sure she doesn’t end up sick of your shit, too.

SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. FAMILY: None playable. CONNECTIONS:

Berat Yalaz: Good friend. Though she'd always had a bit of soft spot for him anyway, they certainly bonded over...well, you know. Yasmin is glad to know that her trust in him was not misplaced. Where he'd once had Kemal under his wing, she's now taken up that spot in his life. Yasmin knows that if she's ever in trouble, she can turn to him, and given how turbulent his life has been in the past, it's important to her for him to know she will always be there for him, too.

Kerem Doğulu: Friend. Yasmin didn't really get to know him until her friendship with Berat blossomed, but she's glad she did. Whilst she'd mostly seen him as the nepo baby who'd had everything handed to him until that point, she realises now that he's a decent, hard-working guy who absolutely deserves his spot at the head of the gang. Kerem is the kind of leader it's easy to be loyal to, and she's glad.

Nazli Ersan: Friend/mentor. Because crazy respects crazy. There are plenty of strong women in the gang to admire, but Nazli is certainly her favourite. Though Yasmin prefers to keep her head down and work hard until somebody pushes her to a point where she has to throw hands, occasionally, she can be tempted by Nazli to go and cause a little trouble when...

[emine--yalaz]

@theemineyalaz: look @yasmingursels, we still baddies! My bish! ❤️❤️ 💋💋 #rideordie #bitches4life #cantbreakusup #weruntheworld

[emine--yalaz]

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Her fingers wrap around the ring on the necklace she wore, sitting inside her brother's gym. This was something she was slowly tending with, helping ma read over the legal work, which in reality had her going to Ayda for help. It was important that the gym kept in his name. She would have something that he left behind be a staple in their community.

Her head looks up when the door opens, a smile turning on the corners of her mouth at the sight of her friend. "Here I thought you got lost." Emine teases, closing the folder she was looking through.

"Did you happen to find that last dealer that we haven't accounted for?" It was the last one, to make sure they had all the product and then decide what to do with it.