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WHO: anyone (in a gang please) @bloodnglorystart LOCATION: the gala

Kerem wold be a fool if he thought the Hollow wouldn't try to do something tonight. At the past events he hadn't controlled the guest list and so he wasn't sure who had managed to sneak in. But one fact remained, the Hollow had been present at each public gathering of all gangs - be it in the shadows or in full view of everyone. Tonight he was sure the Hollow would try to make an appearance. Of course when people entered the line wearing masks, Kerem had been alerted by security. But their names were on the lists, security had checked under the masks and their names and faces had matched their IDs which had been scanned by security. They weren't fakes at least. With no other choice, Kerem chalked up the masks to following the theme and gave the word to let them in. But he couldn't shake his suspicion and so his eyes trailed over those who entered with masks on, it was about eight or so now that he was trying to keep his eye on. He had given word to his security to keep an eye on them too, and on anyone who wasn't a known gang member or associate and to keep a closer eye on his own people. And of course a certain blonde his second in command was partial to. Though, Kerem mused that if she stayed by Aslan's side she was perhaps in one of the safest spots of the night. Still, he couldn't be sure if any of these people were actually associated with the Hollow, but given the guest list tonight he couldn't rule anything out. As he turned towards the displayed masterpieces, he caught the eye of someone he knew belonged to one of the gangs. "Enjoying yourself tonight?" He was host after all. He knew the real prizes were being set up in the back rooms for the auction later, and anyone invited to that would have received word of what would be for sale. "Any pieces catch your eye for the auction later? I do not think I would be doing my job right if everyone did not walk out with at least one piece tonight."

#Kerem writes #bloodnglory.event.003 #bloodnglory.starter

WHO: any Kurtlar member @bloodnglorystart LOCATION: Kerem's office

Kerem opened the door, immediately reaching to unbutton his cufflinks. Tossing them on a small tray on his desk he strode over to the sideboard to pour himself a drink. He had just gathered everyone in Kurtlar. Addressed Arden’s murder and the direct hit this was on them by the Family. He had addressed that they knew this would come eventually, things had been a powder keg broken between them since the day they arrived three years and carved out and took over territory from Family controlled areas. They never could have coexisted. He relayed the orders from the two leaders in Turkey - now was the time to act. They had to strike and to continue their original mission in dismantling the Family completely. And so he gave the order that all relationships with Family, Network and Echo members was at an end. From now on, the only interactions would be business ones which he or Aslan would know about. As the whiskey filled the glass, he heard the door open. “Would you like one?” He asked without turning around and lifting an empty glass.

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WHO: Mikail Avci @dadivosos LOCATION: Kerem's office

"Do you ever notice how easier American bones are to break?" Kerem asked as Mikail entered his office. Blood covered his hands and was splattered across his new shirt - a shame really to see such a lovely new item ruined. Especially when it could have been avoided if the person merely talked. "Do you think it's the diets? They sound different too. Here - listen." Kerem moved towards the person lying on the rug breathing hard and whimpering. He lifted one arm and snapped the pointer finger letting the snap fill the space before the person screamed. Looking up at Mikail his brows creased in fascination. "There has to be a reason. It confounds me." Patting the person on the cheek, Kerem stood up once more and regarded Mikail. "So, what is it?"

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WHO: dealer's choice @softstcps LOCATION: Engagement party

He was planning on grabbing Blair and leaving in an hour or so. He had showed up, drank the Family's alcohol and eaten their food. He had been civil and well behaved. Kerem couldn't find Nico and it just wasn't as fun without the other man to bother. He could tell from talking to the bride to be earlier that she was not the mastermind in this deal and simply a pawn for the sake of the alliance. How boring indeed. Sighing, he pulled the lever on the slots machine one more time and watched as the first two symbols matched before the third one turned out to be something different. "How rigged would you say these machines are?" Kerem asked the person next to him. "They say the house always wins after all."

#Kerem writes #bloodnglory.event.004

WHO: Lorelai Tseng @lorelaixtseng LOCATION: Engagement party

Kerem had wanted to show up dressed as married and buried. But Blair had been a party pooper and wouldn't let them show up in that particular costume and cause any drama. Though how could she not? The Family was celebrating its victory, they had managed to turn one of the neutral gangs to become official allies. Only the Outlaws and Nightshade remained on the table now and he'd be damned if he let this go any further. Standing at the craps table, Kerem's focus was only half on the game. Swirling the whiskey in his glass he slid some more chips on the table, but kept his gaze on the Family members. "Didn't feel like dressing up for the happy occasion?" He asked the woman who just made her own bet beside him.

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WHO: Kaan Aydem @staincdvermillion LOCATION: Engagement party

He saw the other through the crowd, and of course his lips curled up at the thought of slinking up and having some fun with him. They were friends after all. Even if Kaan liked to deny it. Seeing that Blair was busy talking to Zeina, he decided it was a good enough time to excuse himself from the conversation. Cutting through the crowd he slinked up behind Kaan and leaned in close to his ear. "I hear my people are thinking of stealing the ring. You up for a little fun?" He asked before pulling back and standing in front of Kaan. "Don't tell me you are actually here to give any well wishes to the forced couple. I didn't take you as the kind to send Nico a gift basket for his accomplishments." He asked with a grin.

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WHO: Cami Barone @camillabarone LOCATION: Aslan's place

Pushing open the familiar door, Kerem strode into the home as if it was his second home. Which given their shared past, and his penchant for breaking into homes of those he considered friends it almost was in his mind. A fact Aslan was probably very well aware of, but not very happy with. Though, the unfamiliar sight was the head of blonde hair in the kitchen as he turned the corner fully expecting to find his second in command behind the noise. "Şu anda burada mı yaşıyorsun?" He asked, surprised to see the Barone sister here when Aslan was absent. Despite the rising tensions between the two factions, and his feelings towards her brother, the youngest Barone did make Aslan happy. A situation Kerem wanted to continue. Moving to Aslan's fridge, he opened it and searched for some food. "Is Aslan here or are you waiting for him as well?" He asked, switching to english. "Are you hungry? If we must both wait for our dear Aslan, we can get to know each other better. I do not know if you know this, but I am a very good cook."

#Kerem writes #Cami Barone

WHO: Nico Barone @nicobarone LOCATION: The Crescent Club

This meeting was long overdue, and the mess that the auction had turned into was only further proof of that. Tensions had been running higher between the two now, especially when one took in that no one from the Family or the Network had been poisoned. It was far too unlikely that the poisonings had been random, and near impossible that those two had simply been innocent survivors. A fact he knew his younger brother had grown suspicious of too. "Ah, Nico! Hoş geldin. How good of you to come, kardeş" He greeted as if they were friends as he rose from his table on the private patio overlooking the spacious greens. Kerem opened his arms, ready to take a hold of Nico's shoulders for a familiar greeting, but he supposed he'd settle for a handshake if the other truly insisted on it.