emry celal

brother. friend. tattoo artist.

[emcelal]

bradyemmerson‌:

“It is. Absolutely. But, um. Super cool to watch anyway,” she admitted with a quirked smile. Anyone that had a talent, really, she could get engrossed by their show of skill. Not being particularly adept with card handling herself, it was fascinating to watch the cards flutter in and out of his hands with a deftness that belied his practice. “But okay, okay. Not a magician so…why the cards? Just an old hobby or?” she asked, actually rather curious. It was rare to see anyone with a real card deck in their hands while out and about, rather than just an app on their phones to shuffle through games of solitaire. “Er, nothing too exciting on my end, I’m afraid. Just playing through some casual matches on Smash. I needed something to just…zone out? I’m supposed to be relaxing over breakfast, which…is impossible. Do you play?”

“Well, thank you, I’m glad I could entertain someone other than myself,” He quipped back, smiling as he did so. Emry shifted slightly before he answered her question, shuffling the cards as though he couldn’t keep still but in truth, it was just that he hadn’t yet settled down enough to actually focus, running off of a gym workout high still from earlier this morning. “Well, I’m a card dealer at the casino as one of my professions, so it’s just a thing of mine to keep cards on me. And, I have a difficult time not fidgeting so it comes in handy. This time though, I was hoping that playing a bit would help spark my inspiration for a design sheet-- I’m a tattoo artist by trade.” His hands and the deck had only just settled when she finished speaking once more, and he was about to answer when his name was called from the counter, announcing that his coffee was already. “--I’ll be right back,” The male uttered, moving out of his seat to grab the drink and come back. “To answer your question, no, I don’t play. I’ve always been a Call of Duty kind of person.”

[emcelal]

evangelinenolan‌:

Art was something Evangeline found her solace in. She had journals and notebooks filled with her drawings and sketches dating back to her middle school years. She kept them all as little glimpses into who she was then and how she had evolved into who she was now. Smiling in response to him, she put a bookmark into the spine of the novel and shut it. “It’s called Sharp Objects. There’s a limited series on HBO based on it and I wanted to read the book before watching the show.” She explained as she leaned forward a little, giving him her undivided attention. “What is flash day?”

“It’s a uhhmmm...” He pressed the pad of his thumb against the top row of his teeth as he tried to find the correct words to describe what it was to someone that wasn’t a tattoo shop regular. Setting his hand down once more, he cleared his throat, now fiddling with one of the pencils as he spoke. “Every few months at the shop, we do what we call a ‘flash day’. Flash sheets are pre-drawn designs and we offer a select few of them at specifically tiered pricing starting at $60 and peaking at $200. It’s first come first served for the designs, and the designs are ‘as is’. It’s a fun way for people to snag a bit of work from their favourite artists and aren’t nearly as expensive as custom work.”

[emcelal]

esmeosman‌:

“Apart from a black jack dealer or whichever other games that require cards at the casino, I can’t imagine what would entice you pick up a deck of cards at work. — Don’t tell me you’re a librarian and that’s a way to kill time?” She asked teasingly, though she doubted a male such as himself could be a librarian. He seemed to vibrate with energy and staying still — or silent — was a requirement for someone who worked in a room filled with old books and studious students. As her eyes peered at the floor when he leaned down to pick up the card, she hesitated momentarily to pick up her things and join him. However, she felt better to wait for an invitation. When it came, she ensured to form a surprised look upon porcelain features and nod her head. “Only if you show me how to plan a game or two.” With a small grin, she grasped the coat and headed for the vacant chair across from him. “I’m Esme, by the way. Or Esmeray.” One name was served for a more professional environment, while the other was practically spoken by anyone who knew her on a personal level.

“You actually hit the nail on the head with that one,” He grinned, tapping at the deck of cards that he had set down already. “Not the librarian part, of course, but my night job... I’m a card dealer over at Greektown Casino. The card tricks just make the presentation a little more fun sometimes, depending on the crowd. I’m also horrible at ever keeping still.” Exactly how he managed to be the tattoo artist that he was confused the majority. Some said he was too high energy, too impatient but certainly when he had something to focus on, it was a concentration that was difficult to break. It was merely the matter of getting to that point that seemed to be the problem today, procrastinating on his design sheet while his coffee slowly grew cold. “Mmmm... I don’t know too many card games I’m afraid. At least, not for two people that don’t include drinking. Esmeray’s a gorgeous name, by the way.” Pausing from fiddling with the cards, he set them in his left hand, offering his right hand for her to shake. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Emry.”

[emcelal]

liana-darrow‌:

It would be a lie if she didn’t admit every time her phone pinged or started to ring that she secretly hoped it was him. There was something to be said about the rush of a new romance that was something more then the little dalliances everyone had to feel alive. There was something to be said about Emry. Liana enjoyed every moment of whatever it was that they were. She enjoyed him. When he called, Liana had been carrying groceries, restocking her refrigerator with bags carried in from the car. Setting the last of them down in the trunk she leaned against her vehicle and smiled softly against the phone. Bitting down on her lip she listened to him talk.

“You could breathe you know in between words. I hear breathing does wonders for you health-wise.” She teased gently before glancing at the garment bags in her trunk. Fingers reached out to brush against each one of them contemplating her answer before giving it. She did have a cocktail dress in her car with a pair of heels Liana was longing to wear out one of these days. Tonight would be the perfect opportunity to show them off or rather to surprise Emry. “I didn’t have any plans for tonight - nothing too exciting but yes. I’d love to grab a bite no matter what you’re wearing. Now I can throw something on quickly and meet you somewhere?”

Emry was well-aware of how much of a catch Liana was, and as Ozan had reminded him perhaps dozens of times by now, he was the one reaching in the relationship, not her. The idea of a relationship in general was something foreign to him, having never quite been one for commitment. But, if he was going to settle down here in Detroit for the forseeable future, why not give a relationship a chance? There was nothing wrong with Liana-- in fact, he’d probably go so far as to say that everything about her was right, if not completely out of his league. Whatever it was that she saw in him, though, he was thankful for it. It had been weeks now and he had no regrets of his commitment. 

“I--” The male let out a laugh, nodding in thanks to the bartender that served him his drink and handed them some cash as he continued to speak. “You know I think you might be right about that, but you know me. I tend to ramble.” When the woman confirmed that she had no plans for the night, it was then that he finally relaxed, shoulders losing some of the tension there as he let out a breath. “Yeah, that works. That’d be good. What kind of food are you in the mood for tonight? I can call for the last minute reservation and meet you at the Greektown Hotel entrance?”

[emcelal]

location: greektown casino // @liana-darrow

                “---So, I... Fucked up. Well, only a little bit and it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Actually, it’s a very good thing-- It could be a very good thing. Apparently I have tonight off, and I’m already dressed semi-decently, so would you like to go out to dinner somewhere in Greektown tonight? Maybe hit up a few bars? I swear I thought that I’d been scheduled, but... Seems I was wrong.” Emry spoke while he walked, making his way from one of the break rooms towards the bar in the casino as he waited for her response, ordering himself a coke as he sat down. How he managed to have Cinco de Mayo weekend off and forget he had it off was beyond him. But, at least he could try to make it worth it. An impromptu date night would certainly be worth it. “Unless you already have plans, then I can definitely take a rain check on dinner and drinks.”

[emcelal]

bradyemmerson‌:

Engrossed as Brady tended to get in her gaming, she was keeping it rather casual that morning as she drank her coffee and playing a more mindless game for a change. It was the easiest way to keep herself occupied while having her morning coffee and muffin, though there were certainly days the coffee went cold and the muffin uneaten. With the game in front of her not entirely capturing her attention, the noise of the cards being shuffled distracted her, pulling her eyes up from her Switch with a curious gleam in them. Naturally, the one time she actually was paying attention to something outside of her gaming system she managed to get caught and a sheepish smile pulled at her lips. “I - no it’s. It’s totally cool, I haven’t played cards in like. Ages,” she replied, brushing a hand at the back of her neck as she chuckled softly. “But unless you’re actually the best magician of all time, I don’t think so. Safe to say there’s no cards in my coffee this morning.”

“Playing with cards is a very... Old-fashioned way to keeping oneself amused,” Emry admitted with a small smile, nodding as he continued to shuffle and twist the cards while he spoke. By this point, it was practically a habit, and a good way to keep himself from fiddling with things or mindlessly scrolling on Instagram day in and day out. Hopefully, at some point in the hour, though, he’d start on the project he was meant to and save himself from being badgered by his boss and fellow artists about his flash sheet for next weekend. Then again, Emry did have a habit for leaving things until the last minute, so this occasion might end up following the trend of the others. “Definitely not a magician. But, good, or else I’d be very disappointed in myself if I did. What are you playing?”

[emcelal]

evangelinenolan‌:

For a majority of the morning, Evangeline had been in the coffee shop with a book in front of her. Since she no longer had a regular job to go to, she filled her time with outings to this nearby cafe and her latest venture into the literary world. A few sips here and there of her french vanilla flavored coffee, she would occasionally turn a page and find herself lost in the world that was being created before her. But right then, she was distracted when she heard movement from across from her. The face was someone she recognized, knowing him from the place where she had received all of her tattoos. Offering him a friendly smile, she shook her head. “No need to apologize. I haven’t seen any stray cards flying in my direction.” She said with a chuckle, taking another tentative sip of the piping hot liquid. Something about it just warmed her body from head to toe. “Trying to distract yourself from the task at hand?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” The male sheepishly admitted, quickly shuffling the deck of cards into a neat pile before his gaze returned to the blonde, smiling politely as he recognised her as a client of the shop. How had he not noticed before? Then again... His attention was quite shit if his focus was somewhere else. How Emry hadn’t spilled his coffee or elbowed somewhat in passing yet today was beyond him. If he recalled correctly, she was one of Cam’s regulars. Or possibly Lara’s. He’d only been there a few years after all, and with as many names and faces that went through the shop, the male was lucky when he recognised and could name his own returning clients. “I need a new flash sheet for a flash day at the shop, and starting on a design is always the most difficult part. Especially when it isn’t for a client. Whatcha reading?”

[emcelal]

esmeosman‌:

Esme’s thoughts were on the past. Specifically to the last case she’d had with a young woman; one who was now starting a new life with her mother. A small smile formed upon her lips as she lifted her phone from the table in order to send a quick text to the same woman. A simple reminder that even though she’d returned to her true family, Esme still thought of her. Dark hues lifted then, finding her way towards a male who seemed preoccupied with a deck of cards. Frankly, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen someone use cards rather than their device to play a simple game of solitaire. That, too, brought a smile to her lips. Funny how the simplest of sights could remind someone of a simpler time. “Oh, sorry — I didn’t meant to stare. It’s just rare to see someone with an actual set of cards on them.” She noted as a hand rose to push dark tendrils from her face. “No, no. You’re fine. I don’t think you lo—— “ with a duck of her head, she pointed to a spot below his chair. “Oh, there’s a card there.”

With his night job one would think that he would hate to ever shuffle or even see a deck of cards outside of work. But, lo and behold, he kept one on him nearly at all times, prone to boredom and he practically went and bought himself a cheap already used deck from the casino he worked at every other month from how much he wore the paper down, playing with the cards as often as he drew. “A habit I picked up from my job,” Emry shrugged, easily smiling towards the other as he spoke. Pretty. Had he ever seen her before? When she gestured towards the card, he immediately leaned over to reach for it, a swift movement that included practically throwing his body over instead of calmly leaning and reaching for the thing. But, that was just Emry, reactive and full of energy just like his other siblings. “Thanks,” He grunted as he sat back up, adding it to the neat pile of cards before his hands went back to work, mindlessly separating and shuffling and turning the cards while his gaze remained on her. “I have no idea how that ended up on the floor. Wanna sit?”

[emcelal]

aryahartley‌:

“You? Distracted easily?” Arya commented, her tone indicating her disbelief was meant to be sarcastic. “I would have never guessed.” Standing up from her own table, the brunette detective walked over and plopped herself down into the empty chair across from Emry. Placing her coffee cup down, Arya reached across the table and began collecting the cards that were splayed out in front of him. “I would expect you to at least know how to shuffle a deck of cards,” Arya looked up, smirking as she went ahead to do just that, her eyes remaining on the deck before assuring the cards were stacked into the neat pile and placing them down in front of Emry once more. “You know, I was waiting to see if you’d actually say anything to me when you came in, but you had that ‘far gone’ look on your face, so I figured your mind was otherwise occupied.”

“To be fair, I haven’t even started being productive yet,” He protested with a laugh, watching her approach as he somewhat tidied up the mess of writing utensils that he had created on his table. It was practically a miracle he had not yet spilled his coffee. No one ever said an artist was neat (and anyone that had ever visited Emry and Ozan’s apartment somewhat regularly knew it was never the case with the Celal brothers) and this was probably as tidy as this table would look for the next few hours while he was here. “I know how to shuffle cards, I just wanted to see if I could still pop one up and catch it.” The words left the male’s lips while he watched her fiddle with the cards next, nodding as she assumed correctly of him. “Uhh-- Well, there’s Mother’s Day coming up, I need a new flash sheet for work, Ozan’s a fucking nightmare, and-- did I tell you I may or may not have a girlfriend?”

[emcelal]

location: dessert oasis coffee roasters

                He was playing with cards, trying to jumpstart his creativity so he could work on a new flash sheet to add to his design book at the tattoo shop. As it was, the table was full of markers, pencils, and pens alike, littered across it with a sketchbook open to a blank page. With his head canted downwards, and then up again as he managed to pop one of the cards into the air before he caught it, the man smiled to himself, head tilted slightly to the side in amusement as he shuffled the cards once more. Catching someone else’s gaze, however, he paused, shrugging slightly. “I can’t just and nor am I a magician,” Emry explained with a small chuckle. “I just... Get distracted easily.” He hoped that the excuse he offered up wasn’t a poor one, the quiet of the coffee shop during the daytime offering comfortable solace from the busy city outside and the rain. “I didn’t accidentally send a card flying into your coffee, did I? I think I missed it if I had.”