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KEMAL AVCI – ABOUT

Name/Nickname: Kemal ‘Kem’ Avci Age: 35 Occupation: Public Defender / Silent Investor Location: 35 years, Northside

JACOB

@kemalxavci at: kings and queens casino

There were many interesting names in Lockwood Springs, some powerful ones right along with them. The Avci name was just one of them and subsequently meant were on Jacob’s list to befriend. It had gone quite well with Kemal, the staged run-in with a coffee cup turning into a friendly and business oriented conversation but Jacob still had a way to go to discover if he had any ties with the things that put Lockwood on the map. “You won’t be offended if I sit this one out?” he asked his new friend at the blackjack table after their game finished. He wasn’t a sore loser but he had to convince the new world he inhabited that he was a smart man with his money. Tell that to the apartment he was renting now being full of plants. “I’ve counted my losses and think I’m definitely allergic to lucky streaks. Give me a spreadsheet with sales figures and I’m your man.”

kemal is selective with his friends but the chance meeting with jacob has surprised his usual anti-social traits. the man seems to speak a similar language and is a breath of fresh air to kemal’s stale social life. “not at all.” kemal nods, approving quietly at the sensibility. gambling, like anything, is recreational and money is more important. “i think i’ve had my share tonight too. drink?” he offers, pointing to the bar. he laughs as he moves to his feet, preparing his wallet to fetch the first round. “well, it’s only the idiotic that keep going when clearly they’ve had enough.” kemal states, leaning on the bar to wait to be served. “at least you know your limits. smart men think it’s good to push them, smarter men know when to wait.” he grins, giving jacob a slap on the shoulder. “speaking of waiting, how’s the real estate agent i told you about? he’s usually good with me, never had any issues so far.”

#jacobryu01

AVCI PARENT’S HOME + HAKAN

what does kemal avci know, hm? if you asked aiyla avci, nothing apparently. even as he’s sitting opposite hakan at a family dinner that he predicted would happen. which aiyla isn’t at, without the excuse she had been offered to have. but, what does he know? he’s had to sit and listen to hakan for most of the evening, his parents wooed by him just as they were before. kemal remains stoic and unmoved, attempting to get any sly criticism in that he can without raising suspisions. with dinner finally over, it’s time for the tradition of departing into the study and kemal’s father excuses himself. only then does kemal’s fake smile drop to a straight line and he peers through hakan’s facade. “well done, now you only have to convince aiyla that you love her next.” he raises his brows as he looks into his whiskey glass before taking a sip. “oh and yourself. that would help.” @hakan-nacar

#hakannacar01

ISRA:

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Isra knows Kemal means well – that his words are meant to encourage and entice rather than insult but she still frowns at them. “Well, thanks, Kemal…I just prefer to know what I’m doing before jumping into something.” She cants her head to the side as he continues listing off reasons she’d be good at the job she knows nothing about and sighs. “Okay, look – I’m not trying to say no to you. I hate saying no to you but this is our family company…I feel like there’s someone out there – the best – who can do a better job than me. Whose heart is in it,” either for the job or the paycheck. “Wouldn’t you prefer that?” If he actually believes she’s sensible because she’s a nurse, then maybe he’ll see the sense in what she’s saying. “If you want help hiring someone, though –– I can give my input.” She nods with a smile, trying to throw him a bone, “but I actually like my job, believe it or not. Wounds and all.” Because helping people made it more worthwhile to Isra. It’s why she’d gone abroad for years, using her skills to help how she could. “I’d be happy to help you look, interview them with you, etcetera. You know…since I’m so sensible I’ll probably recognize when someone else is too.” It’s only partial bs but she is happy to help him if she can. Isra loves her brother even if she knows that this is something he probably won’t let go of.

“i can send you the email they sent me. it’s really not hard work at all.” kemal suggests with an unenthusiastic shrug because he knows isra won’t bite. he hopes she at least knows that he does this because their dear parents deserve to know their children are living the life they all deserve. it’s always been isra and aiyla who seem to miss that mark but now aiyla has grown up a little, a very little, it’s just isra that everyone is waiting on. kemal sighs and leans back in his chair, nodding to isra despite it being obvious that he isn’t retaining her words. he’s used to all of his attempts never working but somehow doesn’t get less annoyed by it. “fine, you can help hire somebody if that’s all you’re willing to work with me on. but will you even have the time to do that?” he asks, tilting his head and waving his hand at her. “between stitching up people’s headwounds or sewing their toes back on or fishing out things from cavities where they don’t belong.” he adds with a judgmental flair. “i can see the appeal of that rather than sending a few emails, truly.”

#israavci01 #he is so horrible

AIYLA:

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“So now Ecrin tells the whole truth and nothing but the truth, all of the time?” Aiyla shook her head so her ponytail swished behind her head as she sighed, reaching for Kemal’s coffee cup as soon as he put it down. She wasn’t going to sit through this discussion without coffee, so she slid the cup towards her and made sure to drink from the other side that he did. Aiyla wasn’t surprised to hear Hakan’s name and her eyes rolled immediately, and Kemal’s offer was not as pleasant as he thought it was. “Wow and how do you suppose I fit in this magical work for you? Hm? Between the spa and my social life, I am fully booked, Kemal. It would be nice if you could just be a brother and cover for me without there being something in it for you.” she lectured him, sipping his coffee again until there was hardly much left and she placed the cup back down. “I was a designer, Kemal. For all the big names, New York, Paris, Milan, everywhere. I was everywhere but because it’s creative and fun, it’s not good enough so now apparently wearing a suit and being miserable means I’m the good daughter.”

“that was a good lawyer pun, well done.” kemal comments, not reacting to anything else aiyla says. her dramatics aren’t for the faint of heart but kemal has known her since her very first exaggerations as a child so they’re no longer a shock to him. “the world doesn’t work that way, aiyla. you don’t get things for free, you get them by hard work.” he says, like a true nepo baby but at least he has earned his own future in many ways. “do you want to avoid an awful dinner party where mother and father constantly mention how adorable you and hakan are or not?” kemal proposes knowing that should be enough to make aiyla’s skin crawl and accept his offer. “besides, it’s not even hard work. it’s simply a few emails.” the eldest avci watches as aiyla takes his coffee, drinking it to it’s entirety before sliding it back to him. “you don’t seem miserable if you have enough time for social things. does it ever occur to you that ecrin and i would like a social life too but we know what is more important?”

#aiylaavci01

TIANA

“Hmm? What wedding? Is there a wedding?” Tiana was playing stupid, her tone lightly sardonic but she turned to greet Kemal with a smile regardless. She had a feeling most of Ecrin’s family was not a fan of hers. He’d told her Aiyla was mean to everyone, Isra was up in the air, but Kemal was a special case. She never did know if he expressed the same sly comments to Ecrin that he did to her. “We’ve bumped into each other, yes. I’m glad to hear he’s doing so well despite all the pressure you put on him.” Another thing she was only partially sure of. Both Tiana and Ecrin were famous for putting too much stress on themselves and not taking the time to enjoy the brighter things in life. “It seems you and I will be seeing a lot of each other. Think you’re going to be able to handle going against me? If not you should file a conflict of interest now.” The words had double meanings though subtle. She didn’t want him to ruin any chance she had to rekindle things with his brother, if there even was a chance.

“i did hear faint wedding bells, but they seem to have disappeared.” kemal replies, flat and serious as he grins slightly. everybody wondered if tiana was “the one” for ecrin, it was the only serious relationship kemal remembers his brother having but the avci’s had their suspicions that tiana was the dig the claws in type of woman, wanting to keep ecrin away in the hippie land of california and away from any sensibility. “pressure? oh, i didn’t realize you thought he couldn’t handle it?” kemal returns, keeping a smile there. he knows professionally they need to keep everything above water but he looks forward to seeing if he can get under tiana’s skin. hopefully with the effect of making her stay away from ecrin. “i’m sure it’ll be just fine, after all, it’s not a conflict of interest considering you’re not together anymore. i look forward to seeing what you can do.” he sounds genuine but his eyebrow arches, and he wonders if tiana has the same sort of contacts he does. if not, then this will be a fun show to watch. “why lockwood, tiana? seems like a big move for a position that exists everywhere.”

#tianalewis01

ISRA:

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Isra loves her family but she knows when a social call isn’t just a social call and can’t help the slight apprehension that nettles at her when Kemal drops in unannounced. She laughs as he speaks, though, amusement crossing dark features while she arches a brow at him. “You think I’m suited for that? I mean…I’m flattered Kem. Really but…what do I know about PR? I’m a nurse,” Isra gestures at herself, clad in scrubs for her shift later that day. “I don’t have a fancy degree in PR from a fancy school or anything either. I’d be terrible at it.” It’s not self-deprecation so much as a statement of fact. She would be terrible at it and every day she’d wonder how she let her brother convince her to step into a role she wasn’t suited for. Leaning forward too, Isra props her elbows on her knees, “Those stupid guys will probably help make you more money. Or even Aiyla would be better…she’s all about image, why not ask her?” Their younger sister would be a natural, if she cared to work or had a bit of self-control when it came to stating her opinion. So…maybe not but still…she seems a more natural fit than Isra.

kemal wonders if he gives himself more work than he needs to when it comes to his siblings, always thinking of ideas that will steer them in the right direction. ecrin is doing the best in his and their parent’s opinion. even aiyla is...getting there. “you don’t need to know anything, the fact you’re my sister is enough.” kemal tries to entice her, remaining as charming and convincing as he can be. “being a nurse means you’re sensible and that’s precisely what they need, it’s easy work. i mean it, all you have to do is make sure everything looks good before it goes out to the public. write a few things. it’ll be double...triple what you make having to touch people’s wounds.” he makes a face, thinking the paycheck will surely win her but he has tried this so many times he knows isra cares about more than money, as if she was born in an entirely different family. “aiyla is too impulsive, and ecrin is too busy. it seemed perfect for you but i can see i’m probably wasting my time.”

#israavci01

ECRIN

“You’re…” Ecrin shuts off his engine and exits the car, as it’s far better to have the childish dispute without calling from the driver’s seat. “You’re always…everywhere.” he scoffs, waving a hand towards Kemal with an expression of distaste. His older brother is what Ecrin can only describe as a lingering smell. “They have cameras for that, so I don’t believe you.” he pushes his way towards the door, retrieving the keys from his pocket and beginning to filter through to find the right one. He turns with offence briefly, rolling his eyes at Kemal. Once the door is opened, Ecrin is gone and it’s like a silent race between two brothers to be the best one for their parents. He even gives a little wave to the cameras. “They’re probably watching.” he mumbles as he hears Kemal enter.

“it’s not my fault you can’t keep up.” kemal laughs to his brother, giving ecrin a competitive slap to the shoulder but he returns to his best behavior once they enter their parent’s home. the avci’s are either neurotic or know how valuable their belongings are, kemal liked to think the latter but he knows his brother and sisters would all agree it is the former. “i’ll show the text, look.” he boasts, getting his phone from his pocket and tapping on the messages their mother sent. “direct too, not in the group chat.” he grins, waving up to the camera. “well, now that this is a two man job you take down here i’ll go upstairs.”

#ecrinavci01

AIYLA:

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Kemal must have thought he was so smart, but Aiyla learned a long time ago that his lunch time catch ups simply meant a lecture because he enjoyed hearing his own voice so much. She was working with Ecrin at the spa, and it still wasn’t enough. That was the problem with Avcis, there was always more demanded and nothing was ever good enough. “Sorry that not all of us can be ladies of leisure, Kemal. I had a meeting.” Aiyla lied effortlessly, sitting down opposite him and staring at the blank side of her table. “No matter, you’ve just made it easier for me to fit into a new Chanel dress.” she quipped, taking her purse strap off and sighing. “Right, let’s make this quick. You have fifteen minutes and that’s me being very generous.”

sometimes kemal is unsure which of his younger sisters is more irritating, isra who marches to the beat of her own drum or aiyla who only keeps in time occasionally but ensures it is louder than everybody elses. he lets out a drab sigh, sipping his coffee. “online shopping isn’t a meeting. you do know ecrin and i talk, yes?” he laughs but places the coffee cup down so they can get to business. he even sets the timer on his watch for fifteen minutes to see if aiyla means her warning or if it’s just for show as usual. “well then, since we don’t have much time i suppose i will do the condensed version.” he begins, looking back up to his sister. “hakan. i’m yet to run into the man but i already know that mother and father know he’s back, and probably will be hosting a dinner for him. i don’t say this very often but if you wanted a chance to avoid it, i could cover for you but it would mean you do some work for me. which, in turn will make our parents a little closer to forgetting your attempt at making hats and scarves or whatever it was you did.”

#aiylaavci01

CITY HALL + TIANA LEWIS

when he first met tiana, he immediately had the suspicion that she wanted to hold tight onto ecrin and it would in turn, hold his brother back. these suspicions grow even further now that she’s here, when he finally escaped california. alongside everything else that kemal has to think about, he quietly wonders how he can keep tiana from latching her claws in again. “surprised to see you here and not trying to pick out flowers for the wedding.” he says sarcastically as he sees her, stopping and making it look as if they’re having a friendly chat. “i take it you’ve already stopped by to reconnect with ecrin. i hope you know that he’s doing well these days. better, i should say.” @tianalewis

#tianalewis01

ISRA’S HOME + ISRA AVCI

kemal knows his sister is a lost cause, finding some kind of fulfillment from her role as a nurse. but it’s his duty to try and get isra into a path she deserves. these days, kemal tries everything to get her into the corporate world, bringing every idea to her to try and sway her choice. “i’m just saying, i think it would be the perfect opportunity.” he explains with vigor, leaning up in his seat. “this company turns over a quarter of a billion a year, i’ve not had to lift a finger. they need a bigger public relations department. you’d be perfect. it’s not even hard work, but it’s a title to be proud of.” he wonders why isra has an aversion to power or notable titles in business. “think on it but you have to let me know by the end of the week otherwise i will look stupid to these guys.” @israxavci

#israavci01

AMBROSIA COFFEE + AIYLA AVCI

hearing about hakan’s return has left a sour mood over the eldest avci and he sends several demanding texts to his youngest sister to meet him at the coffee shop. he doesn’t expect aiyla to be on time, or to arrive at all. he knows her too well, avoiding anything that can be considered responsibility. he sits and waits, attending to emails when he finally feels the atmosphere shift as aiyla approaches. “this is a funny looking 12:30.” he huffs, glancing to his watch with a flick of his wrist. he looks at his sister’s face, knowing that an interrogation is the only way to get any answers out of her. “i would have got you something but i didn’t want to waste my time if you weren’t going to show up.” he explains the empty side of the table with a smile. @aiylaxavci

#aiylaavci01

ECRIN:

closed starter, avci parent’s home @kemalxavci

While it isn’t obvious from Ecrin’s perma-frown when speaking to Isra and Aiyla, he much prefers the company of his sisters. Living in Kemal’s shadow has been a constant from the moment he was born, driving a wedge between the Avci sons which is plain to see. After receiving the notice that their parents are spending a long vacation in Italy, Ecrin takes it upon himself to attempt being a doting son and keep their house in check while they’re gone. Kemal, of course, is already in the drive way as he pulls in to park. “Kem. Why are you here?” he lowers his window, glaring to his older brother. “They asked me to check on the plants.” he lies for leverage, his right to be there and earn the brownie points Kemal is trying to get hold of. “You should remove your nose once in a while and give it a little clean.”

there’s no rest for the wicked, kemal thinks to himself as he arrives at his parent’s home on his lunch break and completes several business calls on his way too. he slides his phone into his pocket as he hears another car pull into the driveway and he slows his walk to turn and see ecrin. “what have i done?” he asks back, confused at the sudden animosity spitting from his brother. they never used to be this way, and kemal has made it clear several times that ecrin has done the best in comparison to their sisters. at least ecrin studied law and pursued a worthy career. “that’s funny because i have mother’s text right here about making sure the maid hasn’t stolen anything.” he lifts his phone back from his pocket and points his other finger at it stiffly. “you’re not sleeping with the maid are you?” kemal laughs.

#ecrinavci01

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