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[arslankavas]

@dallasstart

LOCATION: town square

ARSLAN IS NO STRANGER to wandering -- doing so whenever he finds himself feeling aimless, simply needing to waste time, or finding himself unable to simply return home. in the two years he and eda have been amongst the people of the dallas qz, he's found himself memorizing practically every inch of the place -- both in routine and appearance. however, there are times where he wonders if all of the interesting things have been lost. he would take boredom over running for the hills any day of the week, but something to entice his interest wouldn't hurt.

this soon comes as he enters the square, eyes falling on a pair in a deep argument. within a matter of seconds hands are thrown -- and while arslan moves to step in, he is too late. as the fight is broken up, he turns to the closest person to him, brows furrowed in confusion. " what the fuck do you think that was about? " he asks, arms crossed over his chest. " hate to be that guy... but i also don't. i'm curious. "

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ARSLAN KNEW PROXIMITY TO his sister could certainly leave someone wondering what was out there, if there was ever a possibility to live normally on their own. what eda didn't seem to understand about their life here was the accessibility they had in the quarantine zone. got forbid you actually have a chance to eat a warm meal and have some kind of protection. call him brainwashed, he didn't care. " the fact that you're questioning it, emira.. " he sighs, taking a sip of his drink. it tells him all he needs to know. while arslan wasn't always one to find solace in blissful ignorance, in this case, he could make an exception. " we all survived out there for a while, yeah? i had eda, she got me through it. but i can't help but wonder what else is out there.. our enemies evolve. there's so much we don't know. "

Emira looked up from her drink, meeting Arslan's gaze with a knowing glint in her eyes. The dim lights of the bar cast shadows on the worn lines of her face, evidence of the shared burdens they carried within the quarantine zone. "I don't think so..maybe.. I don't know.'" she sighed taking a sip from her glass. "There was a quiet camaraderie in her words, a recognition that they were all navigating the precarious balance between survival and setbacks. Emira's presence, tolerated by Arslan's sister, held a shared understanding that went beyond the confines of the bar. "I don't think I'd survive out there.. not alone.. not completely anyway."

[arslankavas]

@edasfm

You’re never gonna be left behind, okay? No matter what. You promise? I promise.

[arslankavas]

ARSLAN ALWAYS WORKED BETTER in the cold, but not when it felt so bitter that it began to restrict his movement, his very state of being. and yet, winter regarded him as more of a mortal enemy than an old friend in the past few years. and yet, he continued onward. at least he had a roof over his head, somewhere to call home. he most certainly knew that others were not so lucky -- and he wasn't going to take this safety for granted, no matter how temporary his sister insisted it was. he could never imagine going back out there. not again. while his mind maintained a rather permanent restlessness, the confident mask that he wore on his face told the world otherwise. he would pretend as long as it took, to avoid the rest of the compound witnessing the broken man inside.

the cover of night signified that his work day had come to a close, but his usual routine to head in the direction of the bar didn't appear to be as appealing as it usually was. this instinct is confirmed as he lays eyes on the familiar face, knowing it most certainly wouldn't be as enjoyable if she wasn't there. " marina. " he says with a laugh, a twinge of exhaustion tainting the response. " and i thought you enjoyed my company. be still, my beating heart. "

for: @dallasstart location: town square

The sun had ended its rounds on their part of hell for what felt like hours now. Mariana had been able to call it an early night from the bar thanks to her boss deciding to just run the rest of the night shift, and she didn't hesitate to seize the moment of freedom. The night air is a little crispier than usual for her liking, of course she didn't have any jacket of sorts on, and the fire illuminating some of the trash cans in town was like a blanket of comfort calling to her. She walks over to one that wasn't crowded, holding her hand over the flames in an attempt to warm herself up a little; momentarily losing herself in the dancing flames. For a second, her mind took her back to a land of memories she had chosen to leave locked away, but she couldn't deny, she felt a smoothness in her core she hadn't felt in a long time.

Her mind is lost in thought that she doesn't even notice the person who had joined her, until she saw a second pair of hands extend out towards the flames. "Of all the shitty burning trash cans, in this shitty burning hell, you chose this one?" she asks, slightly teasing, though her gaze doesn't move from the flames.

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@edasfm

LOCATION: outside the bar

ARSLAN KNOWS THAT HE is living on borrowed time. not because he sees himself going anywhere, not because he feels like the world around him will stop spinning ( even if in a way, it already has ) -- but because he knows eda can only handle so much longer in this space. he has dedicated so much of his life to her, her saftey, she somehow found reasons to keep running. and despite his exhaustion, the way his heart ached for somewhere to call home.. he had always followed her.

and while he once did so willingly, it was no longer a matter of if he wanted to or not. if he could, he would follow his sister to the ends of the earth. it had be come a matter of if he could, or if his heart -- that sat in his chest like a dumbell in the arms of a frail, broken man, would weigh them down.

the bar seems like the one place where people, even eda, truly left the burdens they bore at the door. or at least, they pretended to for the sake of everyone else. it was where arslan often found himself at the end of a long day, no matter if he was celebrating or mourning what could have been. his work was all about risk, the very meat supply of dallas resting on his shoulders. even if he wasn't facing it alone, he knew the responsibility.

" pardon my french, sis -- " he begins, leaning against the outer walls of the single social establishment in this place. to see her out here, socializing was not suprising, merely odd. " but... ya look like shit. " he doesn't end his words at that, for he has intention. " ...you good? "

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ARSLAN IS NO STRANGER to letting off some steam at the bar after a day's hunt -- either out of celebration, melancholy or temporarily erasing his failure. the woods surrounding the quarantine zone appeared to be more barren than usual, striking some amount of fear in him considering his position. he was meant to bring the qz meat, sustenance. something to allow them to get by. if he couldn't do that, what was he good for?

he's familiar with the woman seated nearby -- considering that she appears to be one of the few people his sister can somewhat stand. considering her disposition, that certainly means something. " do you intend to leave? " he asks, pausing before turning to face her. " there's not much to be desired out there. "

@dallasstart

Amidst the dimly lit ambiance of the quarantine zone bar, Emira found herself perched on a worn-out stool, nursing a drink that blurred the edges of reality just enough. The chatter and clinking of glasses provided a comforting backdrop, momentarily drowning out the echoes of the outside world. Slightly tipsy, the brunette traced lazy patterns on the condensation forming on the side of her glass, a momentary escape from the harsh realities lurking beyond the walls. "Do you think I'd survive outside these walls on my own?"

[arslankavas]

⸻⸻ ✦ BURAK ÇELIK, CISMALE, HE/HIM ✦ ARSLAN KAVAS the THIRTY-THREE year old has been in the QZ for TWO YEARS. The HUNTER is/are said to be PATIENT and CLOSED-OFF but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. ( mel / 23 / est / they/them )

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: death, murder, parental death + sibling death, injury, weapons

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

Name: Arslan Bilal Kavas Nicknames/Alias: None

Faceclaim: Burak Çelik

Age: Thirty-three Gender: Cismale Sexuality: Bisexual Date/Place of Birth: August 2nd / Chicago, IL Currently: Dallas QZ

Positive Traits: Patient, determined, methodical Negative Traits: Closed-off, self-destructive, impulsive Astrological Sign: Leo Archetype: The vindictive

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

Arslan Kavas was the eldest of the Kavas line -- remembering very little of his early years except for being reminded constantly of his place in the world. With a name that loosely translated to lion, it was no secret that he had big shoes to fill. He grew up in a very loving home, but has very little coherent memories of it all. However, his life truly began when he was thirteen years old. The end of the world was certainly far from a quiet one, he still hears the echos of the messangers, words just as impactful as the bombs that wiped out his hometown.

After their evacuation, they spent the next eight years in a quarantine zone. While out in the world without a safe place to land -- Arslan had always found himself doing everything he could to protect his sister. Even within the safety of the walls that kept them contained, he found himself always trying to keep an eye on her. It soon became clear that while he and his sister cared for each other deeply, they had two distinctly opposite views of the world.

While Eda believed the world had already festered through completely, Arslan believed that there was a chance for even the slightest amount of normalcy.

The world seemed gleefully mundane for a while -- allowing the world to keep turning without the slightest hint of fear. However, all was soon lost. News of a Firefly attack caused Arslan to run as fast as his legs could possibly carry him, gripping tightly to Eda's hand as they dashed for safety. And while there was some hope that the entirety of the Kavas family would make it out -- find themselves on the run once more. He had been preparing himself for this very moment... and then, he failed.

His mother, father, and youngest sibling were taken out by the rampant gun fire -- and neither he or Eda were able to process. Instead, accompanied by a pack of stolen gear, Arslan and his sister soon disappeared in the night, all hope diminished. It was a cruel world, the way you can have even a sliver of everything and within a matter of seconds, nothing at all.

Before he can blink, he has been on the run with his sister for ten years. And while the hopeful voice he had once listened to as a child bellowed in the back of his mind, he knew better than to listen. Instead, he pushed them back -- tuned them out. All in favor of making sure he and his sister could beat the odds that the world had set out for them and do the only thing they could: survive.

He considers discovering the quarentine zone to be the greatest blessing in disguise, specifically appearing amidst one of the scariest moments of his life. After tripping over a root and descending down a nearby hill towards a creek, he and Eda soon came to the conclusion that his ankle had snapped completely. Before an army of clickers could descend upon them, a group of Dallas residents overheard his muffled screams and were able to fend them off. They were soon taken to the QZ where he received care. And while he initially believed maybe moving forward was the best course of action.. he was assigned a job. After that, he began to make friends.

Suddenly, running and looking over his shoulder didn't seem like the reality he wanted anymore... even if his sister thinks otherwise.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Aslan has been blessed with remarkable throwing accuracy, a skill that he has carried with him. His weapons of choice are a collection of throwing knives that he carries with them -- both as a hunter or in combat. He also works well with a bow and arrow and axes.

Definitely has a sarcastic personality, and he's most certainly a charmer, both sides of himself that he has kept hidden away. Being in a quarantine zone has allowed him to slowly learn how to open himself up and even if he has a long way to go, he finds himself truly becoming day by day.

Yes, can often be found at the bar. Not only is it one of the few social spots in the QZ, but the ability to have some amount of fun and let himself go certainly draws him to the place.

Stands at 6'3, and certainly carries himself in a manner that fits the hight. Maybe it's an unspoken need to be respected, admired.

MORE TO COME.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Best Friends - Since arriving in Dallas, he has been inseparable from these two people. They've definitely been part of the reason that he's so hesitant about leaving the QZ. ( 0/2 ): OPEN

Friends - Arslan is a charming guy who tends to get himself in trouble and gets a certain amount of joy out of making other people laugh. Thus, he usually does well in social situations and has a good amount of people he considers friends. ( 0/any ): OPEN

Hookup - Despite Arslan's general belief system, he has the commitment skills of a wet rag. Thus, he's definitely experienced no shortage of hookups since arriving in Dallas. ( 0/any - former or current ): OPEN

Love Interest - Arslan never expected to fall in love, especially considering that Dallas was initially supposed to be a temporary place. However, this person seemed to change his entire plan. ( 0/1 ): OPEN

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You better hope you’re as smooth as you think you are, Verona. 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU (1999) dir. Gil Junger

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burak çelik senden daha guzel (ep 1)

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burak çelik senden daha guzel (ep 1)