Kadir Aydin

crescentcrisis came by the store.

Gupta nodded, “I must’ve been hard. I had a friend, who came from the Greek side, he said he had never gotten to see anything beyond the green line. I always thought it must be hard.” He said, listening to him talk.

“Despite the freedoms…the first few years were hard for me. Americans are very judgmental people.” He remarked, shaking his head in disappointment.

He shook his head again, “lase do not be sorry. She is happier now, and she would not wish me to be sad over her.” He said, “She is the one who taught me all about herbal and homemade medicines.” He explained, smiling and standing up, letting th smile fall. “She did when I was very young, she had cancer. My father passed a few years after.” H explained, with soft words, a few of the words, their pronunciation seemed off.

He walked to the front, welcoming another customer and helping her to where she wanted to look, before returning to him. “And you? If you do not mind my asking, what is your family like?”

He nodded slowly at the remark about the closed-mindedness in the United States. "I learned quickly to avoid speaking Turkish. I'm not sure, but they must mistake it for something else that makes them uneasy."

He touched the bandages as Gupta went on. "She is very good." His expression softening. "All the pain has lifted."

Though, when asked about his own family Kadir's expression tightened somewhat. He paused, choosing his words carefully. "I.. It's small. My family is only me and my mother. We don't talk often." It was a very guarded response, but less so then it would've been had he been talking to anyone else. Something about this man made him feel a bit more at ease.

"I thought maybe if I came here I could find some answers. I don't know why it had to be America, " He paused, thinking. "Maybe because there's a lot of different kinds of people. It turns out it's a lot bigger than I was aware."

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Wynn rolled her eyes, picking up his bags, “I don’t know if you noticed this, but leaving things on the street in New York, is asking for it to get stolen.” She remarked to him, looking around.

“Just Wynn is fine.” She said. Wynnette was what her brother always called her when he was angry with her.”You could ask the shop keeper across the street if they saw anything, or any of the cutomers.” She said, gesturing to a small cafe and outdoor patio across the street.

She held the bags carefully. “Come on then.”

And so they began asking around, shopfront to shopfront. Luckily, this wasn't a particularly high-traffic part of town - a stray goat would probably be safe from getting hit. Though unluckily, it was getting pretty late and they were getting very few leads. Most found it hard to even believe that someone had been walking a goat around in the first place.

"I wonder if I can still keep my job." Kadir murmured though there wasn't actually much worry in his tone. He sat down on the bench, for they'd come full circle and ended up back at a nearby park square.

He mostly felt sorry that he was making such a bad impression on this nice girl, which was weird because what other people thought of him rarely ever crossed his mind.

"I'm sorry I've taken up your day. I can make it up to you." He said, sincere though his tone wasn't very colorful.

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Subway spooks with Braginskibooks

Ivan started snooping about for an envelope of any kind. Looking under benches and in trash cans. He was beginning to wonder if he was on a hidden camera show when he saw a suspicious piece of paper peeking out from behind a poster.

He pulled out a large manila envelope with his thumb and fore finger. “Um…excuse me? Is this what you have been looking for?”

Kadir hit his head under a directory sign with a THUNK when the Russian gave the news. He stood, rubbing his sore noggin as he turned and started toward him.

As soon as he saw it, "Y-yes, that's it. That's the one." he hastened his pace back to the man and reached out for it. He pulled it slowly from the other's grip without waiting. The fact that that might've been impolite was just an afterthought. "Sorry," He opened the seal. "It's important."

He should've waited until he was home. He shouldn't be reading such information in front of total strangers. But he just couldn't risk losing it again. '...apologize in advance, as I know you were expecting a more solid report. The only thing I was able to uncover is information you probably already know. Your biological father is of Turkish origin and has not been in contact with your biological mother in roughly nineteen years. It is unknown if he is alive or deceased. I'm very sorry. If anything else comes up, I will let you kn...'

His eyes stopped moving across the page and he lowered it, staring in thought. There was disappointment buried deep in his eyes, but such feelings were difficult to see with his practiced mask of calm.

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“Not near the police station, but I live in the city, yes.” Because he could answer, the yells came. Grace peeked over as well, and she was seen next to Kadir.

“Well, that’s fine, I suppose. Doesn’t change the fact you’re still on the force. But they shouldn’t treat you too low… I wish they didn’t treat anybody like a scrapgoat.”

Giving him the address, she smiled. “Thanks for helping me, though.”

Kadir offered a slight smile, though he was never very good with words around people, especially women. His eyes trailed off as he noticed the city was still very much alive, and he was aware it was sometimes dangerously so.

"Did you walk here?" He asked simply. "I'll walk you home."

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Arthur stared out of both annoyance and confusion. Clearly, the boy didn’t quite understand the severity of the issue at hand. Most likely, he was another one of the cloud cuckooland recruits that were always being “quirky”, “fun” and “innovating.”

What a useless pursuit.

In spite of that. he found himself raising his shoe in obedience according to the boy’s comment. What was now the corpse of a once crawling pill-bug was, just as he said, oozing with a strange dark blue substance that stuck to his sole and made Arthur narrow his eyes in disgust.

He briefly tried to get the sticky liquid off by rubbing off on his other shoe, but it was futile. So with a fury subdued only by his monotone voice, he turned around. He mumbled something, but due to his thick accent and his liberal use of slang words, no one really understood what he was ranting about.

“Just pay attention to the lecture and don’t interrupt me again.” They were the only words that were clearly audible, and he took great care in pronouncing them slowly and precisely in order to get the point across. He started to walk back to his previous post, uttering a small sigh when he went back to the board. “Now that that’s over with, let’s discuss the possible ramifications of an arrest if a suspect is not read his Miranda rights .Let’s start at the very beginning…”

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And interrupt he didn't. Not because his words were scared out of him - considering he didn't have many to begin with - but because the lecture was so boring and nothing interesting ever crossed Kadir's plane of vision again after that.

There was sometimes some loud carrying-on in the halls that made him glance to the door now and then, sort of breaking him from his daydreaming slouch. He didn't know about other police academies, but this particular one was filled with guys who loved to mess around and make mischief to get them through their otherwise dull routine. This was a place filled with young men no older or brighter than a bunch of frat boys after all.

And it was then that one of them had the bright idea to pull the fire alarm as a joke, thinking he'd be deemed a hero for pulling everyone from their boring lectures inside the classes. The only thing he forgot was this building was previously a lab, and therefore fitted with the deluge system of sprinklers. All at once water showered down in every hall and every classroom. Some recruits laughed and some groaned, all of them piling out of the exists.

Once finally out, a soaked Kadir noticed an equally-soaked Arthur standing next to him. His eyes trailed down to the man's shoes.

"Your shoes are clean now." He said. A genuine optimistic sentiment that did not sound at all that way in Kadir's usual tone of voice.

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crescentcrisis came by the store.

The question was a surprising one, and caught him off guard. He paused, thinking over the question, reflectively. He sat on another couch, humming in though, softly. Did he miss Egypt? It was a hard question to find an answer to, though, he took a few more minutes to sort the words before speaking.

“I do and I do not. I miss the culture and such, but I prefer America. Here I have more freedoms.” He explained, looking down, “The only thing I dislike about America is my mother wasn’t alive long enough to come with me.” He said, sighing softly, before looking at him.

He tilted his head, “And you? Do you miss Cyprus?”

Kadir waited patiently for the response. He was a little surprised to hear about Gupta's mother. After all, this man didn't look much older than twenty-something. That must've been hard.

Kadir looked away when the man's gaze and for once, he became self-aware that he was staring and he probably shouldn't do that. The answer to the Egyptian's question was obvious a minute ago, but after hearing everything he just said he had to think about it more carefully.

"N-north Cyprus..." He corrected gently, a response that had become almost second nature to him as he tried to formulate the rest of his words.

"Freedoms... You might be right." His words were slow and quiet, more like audible thoughts. "I never liked that I never got to go to the place everyone said was the best for summer vacation because the Green Line destroyed it." He almost frowned. "I never liked that I couldn't try the place said to have the best smoothies in town because I didn't have a passport to get that far."

It felt strange to be talking badly about a home he had so much pride in, but he barely even noticed its flaws until now. He blinked as he sort of snapped out of it, realizing he was talking way more than he usually did.

"Sorry about your mother." He looked at Gupta. His expression was blank, but sincerity shone through his amber eyes.

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Grace was ushered to the other side of the car and crouched down beside him.

“It’s amazing how much chaos there can be,” she said calmly.

Then the shoe came flying past him and landed in front of them. She restrained herself from giggling.

“Should be familiar. Big Brother’s usually the one they send to do stuff like that. He ‘represents the sweat and blood’ of the force, at least that’s what he says.”

Kadir nodded. "That sounds like something he would say." There was a sound in the distance that could only be described as the jittery yelp of a stun-gun victim, and then a lot of radio chatter between the men.

"I don't have a strong opinion about him, but if I had to choose I'd say he's not my favorite." He decided to leave it at that. "If you're related then you live nearby? I wasn't sure if you were a tourist."

"Where's Aydin? AYDIN?!" A yell could be heard from the other side of the car. Kadir popped up again seeing that everything was settled and the men were being taken into custody.

"This a witness? Do me a favor and take her statements and turn it in first thing tomorrow. Not much else you can do." He looked at his watch. "You're done for the day." He got in his car and left as the cars cleared out, apparently having more important matters to attend to.

Kadir turned to her and they exchanged silent stares. "I'm not really an officer. Just an academy recruit." He felt he should probably mention that. It would explain why the others were treating him that way.

"Where do you live?"

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Accepting the water with a nod, she took a few sips while listening to his replies.

“Officer Aydin. Pleasure. I’m Grace Kirkland. I’m related to Officer Kirkland, and well… I visit a lot. I’ve learned a few names while I was there.” She smiled cheerfully.

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Kadir listened quietly as she explained. He jumped as there was another gunshot and a loud 'TING!' as it bounced off the hood of the car beside them. The problem had migrated outside as a few officers surrounded the offenders and wrestled them to the ground. There was not much Kadir could do about it. He hadn't been issued a weapon yet.

Casually Kadir led her around to the other side of the car and they knelt down as a little bit of safety insurance. He popped his head up once and unexpectedly, a shoe soared past his head, just missing him. He knelt down again and looked at her. "They'll be fine." He said, sounding almost bored.

"That name sounds familiar," He continued, as if the conversation was over tea. "I think he came to speak once. He's a little strange."

Subway spooks with Braginskibooks

It took a moment to figure out what he was being asked. “Did I see an envelope?” He asked, confused.

“A-are you being a spy of some sort?” A bolt of childish excitement pierced him. Was he being involved in some kind of plot?

Cool!

A spy? Well, maybe that was half true. He was having investigative work done about his family behind his mother's back. It's not like she'd tell him anything, so a detective it was. A detective in this case is kind of like a spy, right?

"Yes." He answered, decidedly sternly to the man. Besides, he didn't want to get into details right now. Without another word about it, he continued his search.

Subway spooks with Braginskibooks

What was happening right now? Ivan didn’t know anymore.

Why do they always find me?

He smiled, none the less, putting serious thought into the question. “Hm, I read in a book that women will continue growing until they are in their mid twenties while men are usually being set in their height by their early twenties.In fact, from then on gravity will start working and you may be shrinking!” He giggled then shrugged. “So…maybe?”

Kadir listened careful with a fixed stare as if trying to engrain the information into memory. It could be useful later. The joke once again went over his head. "Is that how it works..?" He uttered, feeling a little skeptical at the last bit. This man seemed to know an awful lot so he was willing to let it go and accept it at face value.

But there was one thing...

"But," He began, "What if I find out my father was very tall too?" His focus vanished. "Oh, the envelope..." He breathed, looking around and stepping a bit this way and that.

He paused and looked back up at the man. "Have you seen one?"

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Grace had been minding her own business in the convenice store, when people started yelling. Loudly. Obviously just an issue of loose change or line cutting or whatever.

The police came in. A little overreactive. And the person wasn’t her brother, so that didn’t matter.

Suddenly, somebody started waving a gun. They fired a warning shot. Grace ducked down where she stood.

Then, a boy was over her. But it was a policeman as well. He got her out of there. They stood by the police cars after jogging a short distance.

“N-no, I’m fine,” Grace said, breathing heavily. The shot hadn’t helped much with her nerves, and now with all the police, it was even more dramatic.

“I-I’m all right, promise. Thank you, officer…?”

She knew quite a few of the officers, but didn’t know this one, she noticed.

“I’m sorry, are you new?”

"Hold on." Kadir said calmly, sensing her nerves. He opened the car dor and fumbled through things in the front seat, retrieving a fresh water bottle and handing it to her. He didn't really know if that helped anything but if all else some fresh water to drink was a distraction from a troubled mind.

"Aydin." He replied as her statement hung in the air. "My last name is Aydin."

"I.." Kadir blinked at the next question. "..beg..begging your pardon?" New to what exactly? It didn't cross his mind that she'd know anything about the inner workings of the New York City police force.

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Subway spooks with Braginskibooks

Ivan’s face screwed up at that and he laughed, taken off guard. “Ch-chto? Um…6’5, I think?”

He cocked his head. This was weird, right? “Why are you asking?”

It seemed like a valid question to Kadir. The laughter went right over his head as did the question.

He replied with his own. "I'm backwards. 5'6". Do you think I will be that tall eventually?" He vaguely gestured at Ivan with a half-hearted point.

Subway spooks with Braginskibooks

He was tired and had taken the wrong train back home in a minor mental mis-translation. He had a half hour to wait before the correct train would show up and bring him to his stop…so he pulled a paper back novel from his coat and began to walk the concourse while reading. It was empty and eerie.

The book would distract him from this creeping feeling and remembering the many scenes in movies where people were killed for no reason in places like this.

Still, he jumped when he bumped into someone, dropping his book. “Oh,” he blinked. He was smaller than him. “Ah, sorry.”

The man's voice and way of talking wasn't at all what Kadir had been bracing himself for, and so he relaxed a bit. He knelt down and picked up the man's book and handed it to him.

"How tall are you?" He asked, finally. Kadir was never very good at keeping dialogue on track. His head didn't always work that way.