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L A L E S ▽ Ð I Ҟ
"Some women fear the fire, some women simply become it..."
E S S E N Ŧ I A L S
Full Name :: Lale Sadik
First Name Pronunciation :: “lah-leh"
Surname Pronunciation :: “s-AH-d-ih-k"
First Name Origin :: Turkish
First Name Meaning :: “Tulip"
Surname Meaning :: “Loyal"
Gender :: Female
Sexuality :: Heterosexual
Hourglass :: Ten
Date of Birth :: 7 November
Zodiac Sign :: Scorpio
Native Language :: Turkish
Fluent In :: Turkish, English
Ethnicity :: Caucasian
Nationality :: Turkish
Religion :: Islamic
Religious Sect :: Sunni
Speech :: Subtle Turkish Accent
Affiliation :: Troublemakers
Rank :: Subordinate
Status :: Alive
Full Name :: Lale Sadik
First Name Pronunciation :: “lah-leh"
Surname Pronunciation :: “s-AH-d-ih-k"
First Name Origin :: Turkish
First Name Meaning :: “Tulip"
Surname Meaning :: “Loyal"
Gender :: Female
Sexuality :: Heterosexual
Hourglass :: Ten
Date of Birth :: 7 November
Zodiac Sign :: Scorpio
Native Language :: Turkish
Fluent In :: Turkish, English
Ethnicity :: Caucasian
Nationality :: Turkish
Religion :: Islamic
Religious Sect :: Sunni
Speech :: Subtle Turkish Accent
Affiliation :: Troublemakers
Rank :: Subordinate
Status :: Alive
S Ŧ A Ŧ I S Ŧ I C S
(human)
Strength :: 39%
Speed :: 80%
Agility :: 79%
Stamina :: 87%
Reflexes :: 56%
Flexibility :: 97%
Intelligence :: 90%
Charisma :: 90%
Climbing :: 97%
Swimming :: 79%
Running :: 85%
Stealth :: 60%
Combat :: 41%
Grace :: 80%
P ħ Ұ S I C A L I Ŧ Ұ
Speed :: 80%
Agility :: 79%
Stamina :: 87%
Reflexes :: 56%
Flexibility :: 97%
Intelligence :: 90%
Charisma :: 90%
Climbing :: 97%
Swimming :: 79%
Running :: 85%
Stealth :: 60%
Combat :: 41%
Grace :: 80%
P ħ Ұ S I C A L I Ŧ Ұ
Natural Hair Colour :: Brown
Hair Length :: Long
Hairstyle :: Slightly Wavy
Eye Colour :: Brown
Complexion :: Fair
Height :: 4’9” ft.
Weight :: Approx. 95 lb.
Face Shape :: Oval
Body :: Stick Skinny
M E N Ŧ A L I Ŧ Ұ
Personality Type :: Extrovert
Alignment :: Neutral Good
Fears :: Intolerance
Sanity :: Sane
Purity :: 100%
Hair Length :: Long
Hairstyle :: Slightly Wavy
Eye Colour :: Brown
Complexion :: Fair
Height :: 4’9” ft.
Weight :: Approx. 95 lb.
Face Shape :: Oval
Body :: Stick Skinny
M E N Ŧ A L I Ŧ Ұ
Personality Type :: Extrovert
Alignment :: Neutral Good
Fears :: Intolerance
Sanity :: Sane
Purity :: 100%
Postitive Traits :: Intuitive, Thoughtful, Wise, Adventurous, Courageous, Fearless
Neutral Traits :: Amusing, Adorable, Stubborn, Whimsical, Creative
Negative Traits :: Hot-Tempered, Impolite, Brazen, Impatient, Nosey, Tactless
Greatest Strength :: Her Imagination
Greatest Weakness :: Her Lack of Tact
B L O O Ð L I N E
Neutral Traits :: Amusing, Adorable, Stubborn, Whimsical, Creative
Negative Traits :: Hot-Tempered, Impolite, Brazen, Impatient, Nosey, Tactless
Greatest Strength :: Her Imagination
Greatest Weakness :: Her Lack of Tact
B L O O Ð L I N E
* Lale-- and her sisters-- was raised by her grandmother and great-aunts.
paternal
Grandfather :: Osman Sadik (deceased)
Grandmother :: Nihal Sadik (alive)
Great Aunt :: Emine Sadik (alive)
Great Aunt :: Hanife Sadik (alive)
Uncle :: Erol Sadik (alive)
Uncle :: Yasin Sadik (deceased)
Father :: Polat Sadik (deceased)
maternal
Grandfather :: Enes Koldas (deceased)
Grandmother :: Serife Koldas (deceased)
Aunt :: Perri Koldas (alive)
Mother :: Mahlika Sadik (deceased)
siblings
Older Sister :: Sevi Sadik (alive)
Older Sister :: Selma Sadik (deceased)
Older Sister :: Ece Sadik (alive)
Older Sister :: Dilara Sadik (alive)
Grandfather :: Osman Sadik (deceased)
Grandmother :: Nihal Sadik (alive)
Great Aunt :: Emine Sadik (alive)
Great Aunt :: Hanife Sadik (alive)
Uncle :: Erol Sadik (alive)
Uncle :: Yasin Sadik (deceased)
Father :: Polat Sadik (deceased)
maternal
Grandfather :: Enes Koldas (deceased)
Grandmother :: Serife Koldas (deceased)
Aunt :: Perri Koldas (alive)
Mother :: Mahlika Sadik (deceased)
siblings
Older Sister :: Sevi Sadik (alive)
Older Sister :: Selma Sadik (deceased)
Older Sister :: Ece Sadik (alive)
Older Sister :: Dilara Sadik (alive)
₣ A M I L I A R S
Neutral • | Acquaintance •• | Familiar ••• | Family ••••
Mixed Feelings • | Comfortable •• | Trust •••
Unsure • | Forming Bond •• | Friend ••• | Close Friend ••••
Cares For • | Protection •• | Platonic Love •••
Hesitant • | Stands up For •• | Defends •••
Noticed • | Pleased With •• | Gratitude •••
Indifferent • | Respect •• | Follower •••
Interest • | Crush •• | Love ••• | Imprinted ••••
Obedient • | Submission •• | Subdued •••
Distant • | Omit •• | Forgotten •••
Uneasy • | Uncomfortable •• | Awkward •••
Threat • | Intimidated •• | Fear •••
Irritation • | Suspicion •• | Enemy •••
Envy • | Loathsome •• | Revenge •••
Bitter • | Spite •• | Hatred •••
Neutral • | Acquaintance •• | Familiar ••• | Family ••••
Mixed Feelings • | Comfortable •• | Trust •••
Unsure • | Forming Bond •• | Friend ••• | Close Friend ••••
Cares For • | Protection •• | Platonic Love •••
Hesitant • | Stands up For •• | Defends •••
Noticed • | Pleased With •• | Gratitude •••
Indifferent • | Respect •• | Follower •••
Interest • | Crush •• | Love ••• | Imprinted ••••
Obedient • | Submission •• | Subdued •••
Distant • | Omit •• | Forgotten •••
Uneasy • | Uncomfortable •• | Awkward •••
Threat • | Intimidated •• | Fear •••
Irritation • | Suspicion •• | Enemy •••
Envy • | Loathsome •• | Revenge •••
Bitter • | Spite •• | Hatred •••
S E V I S A D I K :: •••• ••• •••• ••• ••• •• :: Lale is very close to all four of her sisters, but her and Sevi share a special bond-- as oldest and as youngest. Lale never had mother; Sevi was close enough growing up. She and Sevi share all their secrets; Lale trusts Sevi enough to lie for her. She's often comforted and protected by Sevi. They have a mutual trust and equal amount of respect for another which bridges the age gap between the two of them. With Sevi, Lale feels like an equal. She feels important.
S H I L O H H A L E :: •••• ••• •••• ••• ••• :: Shiloh was a surprise to all of them-- a good surprise! Lale fell in love with the witty assassin when they first met. She instantly felt that there was a bond forming between the two (future) sisters. She knew immediately that Shiloh was different and her sisters knew too. They welcomed Shiloh into their home and were embraced by the warmth she brought with her. With Shiloh, Lale didn't feel awkward. It was like having another sister to love and mess with.
E C E S A D I K :: •••• ••• •••• ••• ••• :: Lale and Ece share similarities not understood by the others. They both share creativity and imagination. Lale likes to share her ideas with Ece; she confides in Ece when it comes to emotional trials. Together, they're unstoppable. They come up with pranks and practical jokes to play on their other sisters. They gossip and laugh. However, being so similar can cause a rift in their bond. Ece isn't the easiest to get along with, but neither is Lale. They prove that fact whenever they're together.
D I L A R A S A D I K :: •••• ••• •••• ••• ••• •• • :: Because of the propinquity of age, the two sisters indulge each other's foolish minds and entertain each other's childish antics. They plot and joke together, hide from their sisters, and wish to be older... together. Unfortunately, forced to share a room, the two sisters struggle to stay out of arguments. They may insult and push on each other's nerves; but at the end of the day, they're always there for one another.
T H O M A S R E E V E S :: •• • • • :: She's had very few encounters with Thomas and she wasn't taken with him as much as Dilara was, but Lale has a strong good feeling about the young troublemaker subordinate. It does help that they're all around the same age and Dilara can't communicate with her.
B A C Ҟ G R O U N Ð
Chapter One :: Sisters
Lale is and always will be the youngest of the Sadik Sister clan. She never knew her parents, but that didn't matter to her. She rarely ever thought about them. Thanks to her devoted sisters, Lale never felt what it was like to be lonely. Her entire childhood she was flooded, compressed, and guarded by loving sisters who doted on her constantly. The truth of the matter was that Lale didn't care-- she didn't care that she once had parents. She was almost glad that she had no one but her sisters to look after her. She was told, since she was a babe, that her father wasn't the kindest man and their mother was a passive housewife.
Lale had seen the women in her village. She had seen her sisters in comparison. And she decided that she was liberal-- she was free. She decided that it was not her future to have arranged marriages and to wear Shayla's over her hair. She decided she decided; she didn't let other decide for her. That defined her. Lale defined herself.
Lale and her sisters got away with everything. They ran the village together, socialising with both male and female's. Lale was often at the head of this group, leading her sisters in triumph as they parading the streets like 'wild' children. From a young age, Lale knew they were different from the rest of the village. She had seen. She had observed the differences in their behaviours and cultures. She silently watched her sisters and as they grew up so did she. She was wiser than they gave her credit for.
Lale had seen the women in her village. She had seen her sisters in comparison. And she decided that she was liberal-- she was free. She decided that it was not her future to have arranged marriages and to wear Shayla's over her hair. She decided she decided; she didn't let other decide for her. That defined her. Lale defined herself.
Lale and her sisters got away with everything. They ran the village together, socialising with both male and female's. Lale was often at the head of this group, leading her sisters in triumph as they parading the streets like 'wild' children. From a young age, Lale knew they were different from the rest of the village. She had seen. She had observed the differences in their behaviours and cultures. She silently watched her sisters and as they grew up so did she. She was wiser than they gave her credit for.
Chapter Two :: ‘Lets Walk’
Lale refused to be the first to walk out of the classroom. Teacher Dilek's students were taking their turns hugging her goodbye and crying over her shoulder. Lale was the first and the last to give her teacher a farewell. Dilek even entrusted Lale with her new address in Istanbul. She promised they would write to each other everyday and Lale planned to keep that promise. When Dilek left so did Lale. She followed greeted her sisters with a stream of tears and red nose. Her sisters took turns patting her head and affectionately shoving her shoulder as they mocked her pout and giggled sympathetically together. Lale let them tease and push her around, slowly edging her way to the back of the group and far enough so that she couldn't hear their incessant laughter.
"Buraya gel," Sevi waved her hand for Lale to come closer when she noticed her little sister had strayed from the pack. Lale did so obediently, quietly bumping into her sisters embrace with her head hung low as she tried to hide her tear-stained cheeks from her sisters prying eyes.
She followed her sisters to the beach, suddenly gaining a wind of enthusiasm when she saw Sevi trip on the beach. She couldn't help but laugh at her sisters clumsiness. She ran with her sisters to help Sevi up, but Selma had gotten there before anyone else. They continued to run across the rocky sand to the edge of the water, laughing and screaming, with their uniforms still on. They raced each other into the waves, pushing and shoving the whole time. "Lale!" Sevi whined when the littlest Sadik splashed salty water into her oldest sisters eyes.
They were playing a simple game of 'chicken'. They had played it a thousand times before then. Why shouldn't this time be any different? The sisters were pinned against each other. Sevi, Dilara, and Lale on one team and Ece and Dilara on the other. Lale was smaller, going up against Ece, she was pushed off immediately. Upset about their loss, Lale demanded she have another go-- that the game was unfair-- that Ece had cheated. But Ece wasn't willing to sacrifice her win. She hushed her little sister, picked her up and threw her into the water away from the rest of them.
"Bırakın bir daha gitmesine izin verin," Sevi demanded of her stubborn sister, begging for them to allow Lale another go. But Ece refused and the situation was dissolved. There was no more arguing. Lale accepted her defeat with a sour pout and Ece silently whooped over her victory. Afterwards, the sisters and their friends walked back into town, taking a 'short' detour through the old man's apple orchard where the girls had a gun held to their heads until they left the property.
When they got home, they pushed each other through the front door. Sevi tripped inside, causing an eruption of laughter to overwhelm the house. Their grandmother was waiting at the top of the steps, which forced the five sisters to cease their joyous laughter. Sevi was pulled into the room first. Lale and her other three sisters stood outside the room, banging on the door widely, screaming "Sevi!" But when the door opened and Sevi was thrown up she was red and her eyes were glassy with budding tears. The grandmother continued with the next oldest; Lale and her sisters stood in her way, kicking and screaming, pushing and shoving. They refused to give Selma up to their grandmother.
When Baba explained to the girls what they had done wrong, Dilara was outraged. She stormed out of the house and Lale followed. "What are you doing?" But before Dilara could answer, their grandmother was on the porch, claiming that her girls had gone mad. Lale took Dilara's hand and they ran into the streets with their sisters strictly at their backs. And their grandmother followed surely.
Lale turned to her Baba, stood with her fists balled up and pinned to her sides. "Do your shit-coloured clothes make you everyone's moral judge?" She spurted with a hiss on her tongue which earned her a hard slap that sent her to the ground. Sevi quickly stepped in front of her little sister and spat at their grandmother, calling her a hypocrite and then walking away, but not before helping Lale to her feet and leading her to the house, with a protective arm around her shoulders the whole way home.
Chapter Three :: Fetter From Freedom
"It may have been the fresh air, but it felt like returning to the mad house."
The house had become a prison. Within the first few days, bars had been added to all the windows and the wall surrounding the garden was built several meters higher. Instead of attending school, the Sadik's were taught at home the basics of cooking, cleaning, and sex. When Sevi and Selma were paired off, their grandmother had them reading 'perverted books' and watch Turkish soap operas. Their aunts taught them about men and their 'needs'. Lale, somehow, always found herself in the middle of these conversations.
Sevi and Selma were sitting on the counters of the kitchen, sucking on popsicles and reading through their grandmothers 'All About Sex' book when Lale walked in with a pile of dishes in her arms. She walked over to the sink, beginning to rinse of the dishes when her young ears tuned in to her older sisters whisperings.
"Will I have to sleep with Osman right away?" Selma asked, setting the book down next to Lale's dirty dishes.
"What are you so worried about?" Sevi asked. "You're not a virgin." Lale tried to look up discretely from her dishes, but quickly looked away when she thought she saw Selma's head swivel towards her.
"Of coarse I am."
Sevi voice got really low, "Look, Ekin and I make love, but I'm still a virgin." Lale almost dropped the plate she was scrubbing; but she tried her hardest to keep her eyes down.
"How?" Selma asked innocently.
Lale had to look up now to see her oldest sister smirk. "We do it the back way." Lale felt her heart sink. She was sorely disappointed in Sevi's response. What did that mean? When her sisters left, Lale took their book and flipped through the pages until she found the chapter that Sevi was referencing. Lale made an disgusted 'ugh' noise and threw the book across the room. Her spine shuttered and she rushed to take a shower before her sisters hogged the bathroom.
The weeks that followed could only be described as 'hell' and 'boredom'. Lale was trapped in that house with no where to go. She got in Sevi and Selma's way more often than usual; tormenting her sisters was her only form of entertainment. One morning when her uncle's were out, Lale took one of Sevi's bras, stuffed it with socks, and prancing around the house without a short on, purposefully skipping in front of the living room where Sevi was silently watching TV.
Sevi didn't notice until their great-aunt, Emine, started yelling about Lale's immodesty. Sevi's face grew red with fury and she chased Lale all throughout the house until she finally tackled her in the hallways upstairs. She nearly ripped Lale's hair out, trying to knick her stuff back from her little sister. Sevi was not pleased with Lale's new imaginative forms of entertainment.
The truth was, Lale was trying to hide the fact that she was going to miss her sisters when the left. If she made her sisters fight and slap her then maybe she wouldn't miss them as much. When Ece's turn came around, Lale had had enough. She refused to let Ece go along with being married off. "Tell them if they want coffee they can get up and get it themselves!" Lale yelled jut before she threw all of the biscuits on the floor and then spit in the coffee Ece was about to serve.
"Lale," Ece whined, pushing her sister out of the way. But Lale fought to keep her sister. Before she could knock the trey of coffee and floor biscuits over, Ece picked Lale up and threw her out of the kitchen, locking the door behind her. Lale felt weak; her eyes burned with tears. She was losing her sisters. She was losing the women who raised her. And she was scared and no one cared-- no one cared that she was terrified of what would happen. What would she do without her sisters? First Sevi and Selma and now Ece? She couldn't let them go. She wouldn't let them go.
Chapter Four :: Ancient Secrets
When rumours of the riots began to circulate around their conservative little village, Sevi called her sisters together. Although, Lale had to fight for her right to follow her sisters out that night, she did earn her right to a little bit of freedom. It took a rope of old T-shirts and a very supportive pull-y system to get them out of the house, but they made it. And the sisters followed the parade of angry women and men against their extremists president.
Lale stayed close to her sister, but that wouldn't save her from the violence that was erupting all around them. Lale grew anxious, desperately clinging to her sisters side as they traveled forward. The screaming and chanting echoed through their ears; it was almost impossible to hear the gunshots-- at least before it was too late. Lale lost sight of her sisters. She ended up at the back of the crowd, separated from her sisters who were somewhere towards the front.
Lale was found by Ece, who pulled her away from the riots along with Dilara. Ece only later explained what happened. At first, Lale laughed. She thought for sure that Ece was joking, but when Dilara wasn't laughing she knew her sister was telling the truth. Lale and Dilara hid out by the train station with Selma until Ece returned with Sevi, bloody and shaking. Lale still didn't comprehend the truth; she was horrified, confused, and a little loopy.
Chapter Five :: Uncle, Uncle
Lale and her sisters never talked about the riots again after that. Two days before the wedding Sevi mentioned something about exploring their ancestry, but that was as detailed as they ever got. Sevi was the only one to ever experience the transition so the rest of the sisters didn't understand the obsession.
It was tradition for the bride to have dinner at her fiancé's household, with her future family. It was the first night ever that the remaining three Sadik sisters would have dinner without their whole family there. Their uncle had turned out some broadcast that night that voiced all the way 'women embarrass' themselves in public. Ece whispered across the table, grabbing the attention of her two younger sisters. She made inappropriate jokes, whispered and laughed which irritated their uncle. Erol dismissed her and she went calmly up to her room without supper.
Lale finished quickly and asked to be excused. She was going to sneak bread up to Ece before her guardians finished eating. With two rolls of bread under her arm, Lale opened the door between their two room only to find that blood had been sprayed all the way to the door. Lale dropped the bread and screamed. "Ece! Ece, stop it!" She jumped on top of her sister, yanking the razors from her grasp, cutting her palm in the process. She violently smacked her sister until she gave up the fight and the two girls fell to the floor in a uncontrollable fit of tears.
Erol came in moments later, pulling Lale off her sister and shoving them her and Dilara out of the door. Ece was picked up by an ambulance and her sisters were forbidden to see her while she was in the hospital.
That night Dilara slept in Ece's bed. Lale had slept most of the day, but she found that once it turned dark it was impossible to close her eyes. She faced the wall, blankly. Not a thought in her head. She only 'woke up' in reality when she heard footsteps pass over her door. Lale turned around and looked at the lighted hallways, seeing her uncle pass by. She lifted her head and watched as he walked slowly down the stairs, followed by their grandmother cursing at him in a low whisper. Lale crawled out of bed and went to the edge of the stairs.
"How could you..." She heard her grandmother whisper. "What were you thinking...." She heard her again, but the voice was muffled. She didn't hear her uncle speak at all.
Lale looked at Ece's open door, seeing it wide open and exposed to the light in the hallway. Dilara's silhouette was raised in bed with a violent shake. Lale rose to her feet cautiously and crept over to Ece's door. "Dilara?" She questioned softly so not to startle her sister, but it wasn't any help. Dilara fell flat on the bed and ceased to breathe. "Dilara," Lale came to the doorway and looked in. When Dilara saw it was only Lale, she sat up in bed. "Not sleeping?" Lale asked.
"No, I am." Dilara smiled and tucked herself back into the bed. Lale left, not knowing exactly what to do.
Lale refused to be the first to walk out of the classroom. Teacher Dilek's students were taking their turns hugging her goodbye and crying over her shoulder. Lale was the first and the last to give her teacher a farewell. Dilek even entrusted Lale with her new address in Istanbul. She promised they would write to each other everyday and Lale planned to keep that promise. When Dilek left so did Lale. She followed greeted her sisters with a stream of tears and red nose. Her sisters took turns patting her head and affectionately shoving her shoulder as they mocked her pout and giggled sympathetically together. Lale let them tease and push her around, slowly edging her way to the back of the group and far enough so that she couldn't hear their incessant laughter.
"Buraya gel," Sevi waved her hand for Lale to come closer when she noticed her little sister had strayed from the pack. Lale did so obediently, quietly bumping into her sisters embrace with her head hung low as she tried to hide her tear-stained cheeks from her sisters prying eyes.
She followed her sisters to the beach, suddenly gaining a wind of enthusiasm when she saw Sevi trip on the beach. She couldn't help but laugh at her sisters clumsiness. She ran with her sisters to help Sevi up, but Selma had gotten there before anyone else. They continued to run across the rocky sand to the edge of the water, laughing and screaming, with their uniforms still on. They raced each other into the waves, pushing and shoving the whole time. "Lale!" Sevi whined when the littlest Sadik splashed salty water into her oldest sisters eyes.
They were playing a simple game of 'chicken'. They had played it a thousand times before then. Why shouldn't this time be any different? The sisters were pinned against each other. Sevi, Dilara, and Lale on one team and Ece and Dilara on the other. Lale was smaller, going up against Ece, she was pushed off immediately. Upset about their loss, Lale demanded she have another go-- that the game was unfair-- that Ece had cheated. But Ece wasn't willing to sacrifice her win. She hushed her little sister, picked her up and threw her into the water away from the rest of them.
"Bırakın bir daha gitmesine izin verin," Sevi demanded of her stubborn sister, begging for them to allow Lale another go. But Ece refused and the situation was dissolved. There was no more arguing. Lale accepted her defeat with a sour pout and Ece silently whooped over her victory. Afterwards, the sisters and their friends walked back into town, taking a 'short' detour through the old man's apple orchard where the girls had a gun held to their heads until they left the property.
When they got home, they pushed each other through the front door. Sevi tripped inside, causing an eruption of laughter to overwhelm the house. Their grandmother was waiting at the top of the steps, which forced the five sisters to cease their joyous laughter. Sevi was pulled into the room first. Lale and her other three sisters stood outside the room, banging on the door widely, screaming "Sevi!" But when the door opened and Sevi was thrown up she was red and her eyes were glassy with budding tears. The grandmother continued with the next oldest; Lale and her sisters stood in her way, kicking and screaming, pushing and shoving. They refused to give Selma up to their grandmother.
When Baba explained to the girls what they had done wrong, Dilara was outraged. She stormed out of the house and Lale followed. "What are you doing?" But before Dilara could answer, their grandmother was on the porch, claiming that her girls had gone mad. Lale took Dilara's hand and they ran into the streets with their sisters strictly at their backs. And their grandmother followed surely.
Lale turned to her Baba, stood with her fists balled up and pinned to her sides. "Do your shit-coloured clothes make you everyone's moral judge?" She spurted with a hiss on her tongue which earned her a hard slap that sent her to the ground. Sevi quickly stepped in front of her little sister and spat at their grandmother, calling her a hypocrite and then walking away, but not before helping Lale to her feet and leading her to the house, with a protective arm around her shoulders the whole way home.
Chapter Three :: Fetter From Freedom
"It may have been the fresh air, but it felt like returning to the mad house."
The house had become a prison. Within the first few days, bars had been added to all the windows and the wall surrounding the garden was built several meters higher. Instead of attending school, the Sadik's were taught at home the basics of cooking, cleaning, and sex. When Sevi and Selma were paired off, their grandmother had them reading 'perverted books' and watch Turkish soap operas. Their aunts taught them about men and their 'needs'. Lale, somehow, always found herself in the middle of these conversations.
Sevi and Selma were sitting on the counters of the kitchen, sucking on popsicles and reading through their grandmothers 'All About Sex' book when Lale walked in with a pile of dishes in her arms. She walked over to the sink, beginning to rinse of the dishes when her young ears tuned in to her older sisters whisperings.
"Will I have to sleep with Osman right away?" Selma asked, setting the book down next to Lale's dirty dishes.
"What are you so worried about?" Sevi asked. "You're not a virgin." Lale tried to look up discretely from her dishes, but quickly looked away when she thought she saw Selma's head swivel towards her.
"Of coarse I am."
Sevi voice got really low, "Look, Ekin and I make love, but I'm still a virgin." Lale almost dropped the plate she was scrubbing; but she tried her hardest to keep her eyes down.
"How?" Selma asked innocently.
Lale had to look up now to see her oldest sister smirk. "We do it the back way." Lale felt her heart sink. She was sorely disappointed in Sevi's response. What did that mean? When her sisters left, Lale took their book and flipped through the pages until she found the chapter that Sevi was referencing. Lale made an disgusted 'ugh' noise and threw the book across the room. Her spine shuttered and she rushed to take a shower before her sisters hogged the bathroom.
The weeks that followed could only be described as 'hell' and 'boredom'. Lale was trapped in that house with no where to go. She got in Sevi and Selma's way more often than usual; tormenting her sisters was her only form of entertainment. One morning when her uncle's were out, Lale took one of Sevi's bras, stuffed it with socks, and prancing around the house without a short on, purposefully skipping in front of the living room where Sevi was silently watching TV.
Sevi didn't notice until their great-aunt, Emine, started yelling about Lale's immodesty. Sevi's face grew red with fury and she chased Lale all throughout the house until she finally tackled her in the hallways upstairs. She nearly ripped Lale's hair out, trying to knick her stuff back from her little sister. Sevi was not pleased with Lale's new imaginative forms of entertainment.
The truth was, Lale was trying to hide the fact that she was going to miss her sisters when the left. If she made her sisters fight and slap her then maybe she wouldn't miss them as much. When Ece's turn came around, Lale had had enough. She refused to let Ece go along with being married off. "Tell them if they want coffee they can get up and get it themselves!" Lale yelled jut before she threw all of the biscuits on the floor and then spit in the coffee Ece was about to serve.
"Lale," Ece whined, pushing her sister out of the way. But Lale fought to keep her sister. Before she could knock the trey of coffee and floor biscuits over, Ece picked Lale up and threw her out of the kitchen, locking the door behind her. Lale felt weak; her eyes burned with tears. She was losing her sisters. She was losing the women who raised her. And she was scared and no one cared-- no one cared that she was terrified of what would happen. What would she do without her sisters? First Sevi and Selma and now Ece? She couldn't let them go. She wouldn't let them go.
Chapter Four :: Ancient Secrets
When rumours of the riots began to circulate around their conservative little village, Sevi called her sisters together. Although, Lale had to fight for her right to follow her sisters out that night, she did earn her right to a little bit of freedom. It took a rope of old T-shirts and a very supportive pull-y system to get them out of the house, but they made it. And the sisters followed the parade of angry women and men against their extremists president.
Lale stayed close to her sister, but that wouldn't save her from the violence that was erupting all around them. Lale grew anxious, desperately clinging to her sisters side as they traveled forward. The screaming and chanting echoed through their ears; it was almost impossible to hear the gunshots-- at least before it was too late. Lale lost sight of her sisters. She ended up at the back of the crowd, separated from her sisters who were somewhere towards the front.
Lale was found by Ece, who pulled her away from the riots along with Dilara. Ece only later explained what happened. At first, Lale laughed. She thought for sure that Ece was joking, but when Dilara wasn't laughing she knew her sister was telling the truth. Lale and Dilara hid out by the train station with Selma until Ece returned with Sevi, bloody and shaking. Lale still didn't comprehend the truth; she was horrified, confused, and a little loopy.
Chapter Five :: Uncle, Uncle
Lale and her sisters never talked about the riots again after that. Two days before the wedding Sevi mentioned something about exploring their ancestry, but that was as detailed as they ever got. Sevi was the only one to ever experience the transition so the rest of the sisters didn't understand the obsession.
It was tradition for the bride to have dinner at her fiancé's household, with her future family. It was the first night ever that the remaining three Sadik sisters would have dinner without their whole family there. Their uncle had turned out some broadcast that night that voiced all the way 'women embarrass' themselves in public. Ece whispered across the table, grabbing the attention of her two younger sisters. She made inappropriate jokes, whispered and laughed which irritated their uncle. Erol dismissed her and she went calmly up to her room without supper.
Lale finished quickly and asked to be excused. She was going to sneak bread up to Ece before her guardians finished eating. With two rolls of bread under her arm, Lale opened the door between their two room only to find that blood had been sprayed all the way to the door. Lale dropped the bread and screamed. "Ece! Ece, stop it!" She jumped on top of her sister, yanking the razors from her grasp, cutting her palm in the process. She violently smacked her sister until she gave up the fight and the two girls fell to the floor in a uncontrollable fit of tears.
Erol came in moments later, pulling Lale off her sister and shoving them her and Dilara out of the door. Ece was picked up by an ambulance and her sisters were forbidden to see her while she was in the hospital.
That night Dilara slept in Ece's bed. Lale had slept most of the day, but she found that once it turned dark it was impossible to close her eyes. She faced the wall, blankly. Not a thought in her head. She only 'woke up' in reality when she heard footsteps pass over her door. Lale turned around and looked at the lighted hallways, seeing her uncle pass by. She lifted her head and watched as he walked slowly down the stairs, followed by their grandmother cursing at him in a low whisper. Lale crawled out of bed and went to the edge of the stairs.
"How could you..." She heard her grandmother whisper. "What were you thinking...." She heard her again, but the voice was muffled. She didn't hear her uncle speak at all.
Lale looked at Ece's open door, seeing it wide open and exposed to the light in the hallway. Dilara's silhouette was raised in bed with a violent shake. Lale rose to her feet cautiously and crept over to Ece's door. "Dilara?" She questioned softly so not to startle her sister, but it wasn't any help. Dilara fell flat on the bed and ceased to breathe. "Dilara," Lale came to the doorway and looked in. When Dilara saw it was only Lale, she sat up in bed. "Not sleeping?" Lale asked.
"No, I am." Dilara smiled and tucked herself back into the bed. Lale left, not knowing exactly what to do.
Chapter Six :: Drapetomania1
(n.) an overwhelming urge to run away
It was Ece that pushed the Sadik's over the edge. Lale asked Dilara first if she wanted to leave. When she had Dilara's support, Lale proposed the idea to Selma and Sevi. Selma was overwhelmed by the prospect of being with a man who she didn't love, but Sevi was torn between her sisters and her true love. But in the end, she knew that her sisters always came first. The sisters planned their escape on Sevi's wedding night.
When the groom's family came to the door and their grandmother follow them out to the courtyard, Lale and Dilara stayed back to pack up the rest of the supplies and steal Erol's keys while he wasn't looking. Sevi and Selma were the distraction until they came back to get ready for the consummation. They locked the doors and took Erol's car to the bus station. Everyone had their job and Lale had done well. She was proud and terrified. Wherever they were going they would be illegal immigrants and in constant fear; but whatever they faced it couldn't be worse than what they had already been through or would go through if they had stayed.
Ŧ R I V I A
"I know why the caged bird sings..."
Face Claim :: Güneş Şensoy
Character Inspiration :: Lale in Mustang
First Quote Author :: r.h. sin
Voice Reference :: Turkish language in the first 00:20 seconds
Voice Reference :: American accent mark at 01:45 mark
Colour Scheme :: Dusty Rose
Theme Song :: “Lale’s Theme” -- Warren Ellis
* Lale loves her sisters <3
~ Because Lale grew up without a mother or father she looks to Sevi to be her maternal figure, making Sevi very influential and crucial in Lale’s behaviour and upbringing.
~ Lale is very close to Sevi and very protective of Ece.
~ Lale was the one to find Ece after she attempted suicide. She was barely nine.
~ She's seen more than most nine year olds; it made her wise.
~ Lale is very similar in character to Ece.
~ Lale is very close to Sevi and very protective of Ece.
~ Lale was the one to find Ece after she attempted suicide. She was barely nine.
~ She's seen more than most nine year olds; it made her wise.
~ Lale is very similar in character to Ece.
~ She began writing a diary after her and her sisters were caught on the beach.
~ Lale was the one who convinced Sevi that they needed to leave before Ece’s wedding day.
~ Lale loves America; she never wants to return to Turkey.
~ She’s very independent so she tries to get away from her sisters every now and then.
~ She still watches her national football team, Trabzonspor.
~ Although her family frowned upon it, Lale was able to attend one of the ‘women only’ games in the fall before everything turned to shit.
~ Lale was the one who convinced Sevi that they needed to leave before Ece’s wedding day.
~ Lale loves America; she never wants to return to Turkey.
~ She’s very independent so she tries to get away from her sisters every now and then.
~ She still watches her national football team, Trabzonspor.
~ Although her family frowned upon it, Lale was able to attend one of the ‘women only’ games in the fall before everything turned to shit.
"Their spirit would never be broken..."
