seesonlysmoke: (Painting)
Altaaf was slowly but surely growing more confident and not just in the bedroom -- and all the other places he and Ryan had ended up having sex. He was more at ease with his faith than he had been, although that was still sometimes a personal struggle as he dealt with seeing through the brainwashing he had endured as well as living a modern Western life with a very all-American girlfriend and the contradictions that sometimes had with Islam. One thing that had helped was finding an online group of fellow Muslims, many who had grown up in strict, very devout Muslim families but were now settling into the freer, funner, and sometimes confusing world of secularism. Although not exactly his situation -- anyone with his background would be hard to find, inshallah -- Altaaf could relate enough that, along with Ryan's help and support, adjusting to his new life was becoming easier.

There was also not so much hesitancy in going into town, even on his own. He'd become something of a regular at certain places, such as the office supply store and, his weakness, Mickey D's. At least once a week he would take a trip into town. At first, such trips had been with Ryan, but more and more frequently, he was going by himself as his confidence and sense of security that he would not be abused for looking like one of those 'fucking ragheads', although he did take precautions and always dressed in Western clothes, and to those he spoke to, he told them he was Indian and a Hindu. It amazed him at how...ignorant...many were, but found that almost as many were happy to learn and asked a great deal of questions.

It was his day in town, and as usual, he went to McDonalds first for the chicken sandwich, fries, and Coke that he always got. After that, he did something that very few people in California did, and that was take a walk down the main street. He saw little point in driving from one point to the next when it really wasn't that far. This way, he noticed things that he otherwise might not have, such as today. Altaaf had almost reached the office supply store, where he regularly browsed and sometimes bought art supplies, when he saw a new store was opening. Except that it wasn't a store, but an art gallery.

Curious, he went in. Someone was inside setting up, hanging some paintings on the walls, and he just stood inside the doorway, looking on with a small smile.

"Oh, hello! Sorry, but we're not open yet." The man, fit in a a lean way with salt and pepper hair, had just finished hanging the painting and looked over to him.

Altaaf shuffled a little awkwardly. "No, I am sorry. I just couldn't resist a look. Your art is really very good."

"Thanks, but only this one is mine. The others are local artists as well, though." He extended his hand as he came over. "Paul Wardell. Nice to have an appreciative visitor. Let me guess, you'd be from India? The...Punjab?"

Nodding, the Kashmiri shook his hand, surprised at Paul's close guess. "Yes, the Punjab. Although now I live here, not far outside the city. I'm Altaaf. I've always loved art and paint a little myself and do some photography."

"Really? Come in, Altaaf, let me show you around, a little preview before I have my "grand opening"." Paul laughed. "I lived in Gujurat for about a year, long time ago. Beautiful country, India, and a land of great contrasts, some good and some bad." Altaaf had to agree with that, and for the next several minutes the two men chatted about India as they moved from painting to painting. "So, what kind of painting do you do?"

"Oh, a lot of it is of where I grew up. Pictures of home that I have in my head, but I'm also trying to paint the desert here."

As they finished up and walked back to the door, Paul shook his hand again. "Tell you what, Altaaf, next time your in town bring in your portfolio, and I'll have a look through it. Give you some advice, if you want."

"You would do that?" Altaaf was amazed at the offer. He liked to paint and Ryan told him he was good, but to hear some real advice from another artist would really help him to get better. "Thank you...thank you."


It was in the week that followed that Altaaf had his birthday, that Ryan gifted him with his own Harley, and that he...they voiced their love for each other. He hadn't even realized that he had told her at first, the words had just come out, but they were no less genuine for that fact. He did love her, and Ryan was the most important, not to mention beautiful, person in his life. It wasn't that she had saved his life, but that she had opened up a whole new world for him, understood him, cared for him, and he did for her.

Still, that didn't stop him from taking his routine trip into town the next week, by himself on his new Hog. He didn't tell Ryan about the gallery or Paul. If Paul didn't like his paintings and drawings, then he didn't want to feel a complete idiot.

An hour after walking into the gallery, Altaaf emerged with a stunned look on his face. Happy, but completely and utterly stunned. Not only had Paul liked most of his work, but he agreed to hang two in his art gallery, debuting as he put it, the area's newest talent. There had also been some wonderful constructive criticism that Altaaf had taken to heart. In return, Paul had been surprised that his new Indian friend had never had any formal training, and while some of his work was a bit on the raw side, that had an appeal of its own. The two that would be on display, and for sale, were a painting of the shore of Dal Lake back in Kashmir (although Altaaf hadn't mentioned that), near where he had lived as a boy and a drawing of a Joshua Tree that he had seen one day while he and Ryan had been out exploring the area together.

Hardly able to contain his excitement, and disbelief, he managed to ride the bike back to Ryan's. Back at the house, he found her relaxing by the pool, and after taking off his leather jacket, he crouched by her sun lounger. To stop himself from grinning like a loon, he had to bite the inside of his lip, so that hopefully, he would not spoil the surprise too soon. In fact, he tried to act as casually as he could. "Ryan, do you like art galleries? There's a new one in town, and I was given a couple of tickets for their opening tomorrow night." His lips pursed together to try and not smile, but his eyes were shining.
seesonlysmoke: (Painting)
I hope you have a wonderful day! I will make us dinner and look after you today. The word is 'pamper' isn't it?

Also, I didn't know what to get you , so I made you a drawing. *gives her a picture frame wrapped in paper* It's a pencil sketch I did of you and Rocker, when you were resting against him the other day.

(OOC: And mun apologizes for being a day late!)
seesonlysmoke: (Default)
Once, when he was a small child, Altaaf celebrated his real birthday. Then one day the masked police burst into his parent’s home. The terrorists killed, but before his young eyes so were his mother, father and sister, shot down in a cloud of smoke, bullets, and blood. That day in Dalgate, June 23rd, became his new birthday.

It remained so for far too many years as he learned to hone his hate and revenge.

Now that was the past. Now he had his new life, with Ryan, and his birthday was once again the anniversary of his real birth.
seesonlysmoke: (Happy in arms)
The bear is very sweet and cute but I think you would be much nicer to snuggle. And even if the penguin is anonymous, I know it was from again, shukran.

No Answers

Oct. 31st, 2010 03:25 pm
seesonlysmoke: (Serious bzns)
He liked living at the rock house. More to the point, he liked living in the same house as Ryan and doing things with her. Over the past few weeks since he'd healed they had grown steadily closer, and while he might not be very experienced, he wasn't totally innocent or an idiot. They had talked of friendship, and they had, held each other. He couldn't deny, to himself at least, that he had feelings for her, but he wasn't sure what to do about them. His conservative and religious background made him uncertain how to progress without looking foolish, or even if he should. When he managed to dream, as opposed to the regular nightmares, Ryan was now in them instead of Sufi, but that had gone so wrong with her, he was afraid to have the same thing happen with Ryan. There was Ryan herself. Altaaf could sense she was also dealing with something in her past. Had she been let down by someone and was she still waiting for them to return? Did her 'uncle' Alex have something to do with it? If so, was he prepared to get in the way of that?

Read more... )


Oct. 26th, 2010 12:58 pm
seesonlysmoke: (RyAl -- eyes)
Where are we going?
seesonlysmoke: (Ammi's death)
For the past hour Altaaf had been trying to pray. He knelt on his prayer mat in his room at Ryan's rock house, but nothing would come.

This time it wasn't just his own doubts and conflicts with the path he had taken and the lies he had been told in God's name, but a broader picture. While much media had focused on the flooding in Pakistan, he had also seen that heavy rains had also caused similar flooding in Kashmir. And at a time when protests and unrest against the Indian government had sparked violent demonstrations -- protests that Altaaf couldn't but feel a little responsible for having been manipulated by Hilal's lies.

Why was Allah doing this to his people? Was He punishing them for his own mistakes, for the deaths he had caused?

With a heavy sigh and tears in his eyes -- although whether they were for himself or his fellow Kashmiris, not even he was sure-- he stood and rolled up the mat, abandoning his evening prayers for the first time he could remember.

Did Allah not even care?
seesonlysmoke: (questioning)
OOC: This is Altaaf's long, overdue response to this post from Ryan. Apologies that it took so long. x-posted to IJ and [ profile] writers_muses

Just don’t give up I’m workin it out
Please don’t give in, I won’t let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
Whataya want from me

The first few days after Ryan rescued and brought Altaaf safely to the States, he had slept for a great deal as he was kept sedated while his body continued to fight the infection from his wounds. At the times, when he did wake, he was fairly lucid and noticed that Ryan was by his side nearly every time, and if she wasn’t, within just a few minutes she was back next to him, ready with a cool cloth, some food, water or just some comfort.

As his strength returned, he became more active. With his gunshot wounds healing, there was some physical therapy, and he also would join Bane in the gym to build up his own muscles again. Physically, he was recovering quickly, with his youth and being in good condition already and also thanks to the doctor and care Ryan had provided. But he was quiet and withdrawn. He knew that here on Jacks’ property he was safe, liked, and he trusted Ryan as much as she trusted him. Who would have flown all the way to Kashmir on just a phone call, not to mention risk her life to get him out and provide proper medical care? No one else that he knew.

All that he could really remember of his life had been a series of one trauma after another )


Altaaf Khan
Fandom: Mission Kashmir (AU)
Word Count: 2,024
seesonlysmoke: (window)
What Would You Do if...
» I committed suicide:
» I said I liked you:
» I kissed you:
» I lived next door to you:
» I started smoking:
» I started drinking:
» I stole something:
» I was hospitalized:
» I ran away from home:
» I got into a fight and you weren't there:

» Personality:
» Eyes:
» Face:
» Movie preferences:
» Hair:
» Clothes:
» Mannerisms:
» Musical preferences:

[1] Who are you?
[2] Are we friends?
[3] When and how did we meet?
[4] Have I affected you? How?
[5] What do you think of me?
[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me?
[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
[8] Do you love me?
[9] Have I ever hurt you?
[10] Would you hug me?
[11] Would you kiss me?
[12] Are we close?
[13] Emotionally, what stands out?
[14] Do you wish I was cooler?
[15] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I?
[16] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
[17] Am I lovable?
[18] How long have you known me?
[19] Describe me in one word.
[20] What was your first impression?
[21] Do you still think that way about me now?
[22] What do you think my weakness is?
[23] Do you think I'll get married?
[24] What about me makes you happy?
[25] What about me makes you sad?
[26] What reminds you of me?
[27] What's something you would change about me?
[29] How well do you know me?
[29] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
[30] Do you think I would ever kill someone?
[31] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?
seesonlysmoke: (bloody)
Brining Altaaf up-to-date )

"Ryan? Please, it's Altaaf. I need help." She was the only one he could think of to call any more. In his voice, it was clear he was frightened and hurt. Everyone else was dead or thought of him as dead or a terrorist. It was two days after the fight on the lake. He had managed to swim to safety despite his wounds. The bullet in his side had passed clean through, but he had also been hit in the shoulder, and it needed seeing to, but he couldn't risk going to a doctor. The little bit of news that he had heard, reported that not only had the jihadists been killed, but so had IG Inayat Khan. And Altaaf mourned twice, for his father who he had finally managed to forgive, and for the fact only Khan had known Altaaf was innocent of this plot, and who the news were broadcasting as being behind the plot. Even Sufi was reporting that.

He had found one medic, a nurse, who was willing to at least tend his wounds as best as possible outside of a hospital, and somehow just knew they wouldn't report him even though he would quickly wear out his welcome.

There was only Ryan left to turn to.

23rd June

Jun. 23rd, 2009 08:27 am
seesonlysmoke: (masked)
In Dalgate.

The day I was truly born.
seesonlysmoke: (Default)
Mun Prompt: Mun Prompt: Season Finales are traumatising muses all over LJ. How do you decide when to stray from canon with your muse and when to toe the line and "stay the course"? At what point do you decide that a muse is no longer canon and they've become an AU muse? Have you ever reached the point with a muse where the changes that were made to them in canon were too much for you and made you think about giving up a muse?

As a general rule, I don't write characters from current or evolving canon, mostly for the reason that I don't like waiting to see week after week what happens to him, or if what I write in prompts or RP will get 'Joss'd' in the next episode or season. I do prefer finished canons because I already have all the canon information right there without having to wonder if it's going to change. That's not to say that I don't mind taking a character AU.

In Altaaf's case, I am so far writing him in accordance with his canon. While he has befriended someone ([ profile] theprivate_ryan) outside of his canon, I've kept his motives, beliefs, and objectives the same that he has in the movie as well as keeping to the actual events in prompts. However, I am planning to diverge from canon at the end of the movie and take Altaaf AU. It is a Bollywood film, and so it has a nice, happy ending with the evil Hilal destroyed and Altaaf reconciled with his adoptive father and childhood sweetheart. And that's good, I liked it, but it is a bit simplistic of an ending, and more to the point it would limit what I can write after, seeing as I do prefer less neat endings.

Do I mind taking him AU? No, in doing so, it will open up more possibilities for Altaaf and still give him a danger to be avoided and maybe eventually confronted, plus he will also have more opportunity to interact with others and continue his friendship with Ryan. Once their current thread is done, and Altaaf has things to think about as well as dealing with some issues presented in canon, I'll be ready to let him take that different route.
seesonlysmoke: (regret)
For this Wednesday, either find or create an image that gives you a sense of peace.

My homeland, a shikara on Dal Lake, this is how peaceful Kashmir should be.
seesonlysmoke: (questioning)
Who or what is your muse angry about? Altaaf is angry at two things, what he sees as the illegal occupation of Kashmir by India and also his adoptive father, Inayat Khan.

Why? His opposition to Indian rule has been developed from the fact that police killed his parents and sister while hunting a terrorist fighting for Kashmir's independence, but it was nurtured when Altaaf fled to Pakistan and attended a madrassa and later a training camp. Connected to this, and the main driving force for his anger and hate, is his grief and betrayal by the Kashmiri police chief, Inayat Khan who led the raid on Altaaf's family home, murdering his family, and then adopted Altaaf. It was after Altaaf discovered the truth that he fled,

What is the most outrageous thing they have ever done? He has recently flown to America with a pretty Texan girl.

How does your muse foresee their end? He fully expects, and welcomes the fact, that he will die, martyring himself, in pursuit of jihad This is why his mentor, Hilal Kohastani, sets him up to be the key part of Mission: Kashmir; Altaaf doesn't worry about death, as long as he gets a chance to kill Khan before that happens.

If they are mortal or Immortal, describe this in detail. Altaaf is mortal.

Does your muse believe in magic? He enjoys simple magic tricks, but as far as greater magic is concerned, no. Anything mysterious or unexplainable can be attributed to Allah.

Is your muse religious? What religion, if any, do they practice? Yes, he is Muslim, and through his education in Pakistan, an extremist. However, although Altaaf will adamantly swear that he is devoted to Islam and is fighting for his belief, it really is his thirst for revenge that is the greater driver. This has been manipulated by Hilal, and Altaaf is fully indoctrinated and brainwashed in the way his revenge and faith have been inextricably entwined in his mind.

Is it formal or casual? Even though he's been indoctrinated into fundamentalist Islam, and through that believes that terrorism is a way of carrying out Allah's wishes, his practices are a blend of formal and casual. He and Hilal pray together, and he obeys the tenets as they've been taught to him as well as observing things such as haram foods. He can't worship formally in a mosque as it would be too public for him, as a wanted terrorist. Altaaf is tolerant of other religions. His adoptive mother is Hindu, and she used to take him to the temple as a child, as well as the mosque, not that he lets that be known amongst his brotheers.
seesonlysmoke: (insomnia)
Write a scene or story that features your character painting (pictures, houses, whatever you choose).

I have always loved to draw and colour, ever since I was a child. My parents were poor, but for Eid they would always get me paper and crayons, and I would race off to the lake's edge and draw what I saw. And in Kashmir, there is so much that is beautiful it inspires an artist, even one as young as I was then. The mountains, the lake, all of it a paradise.

The picture I drew before my family was killed )
The picture I drew when I moved in with the Khans )
Happy times that were too brief )

I still like to draw and paint, although I haven't in so long. There is no time and no inspiration. If I did, it would all be bombs and bullets, the smoke and flame that fills my head at night. Why should paint those things?

(OOC: Pictures used are those Altaaf drew in Mission Kashmir. My skills suck, so this was definitely the better way. :))
seesonlysmoke: (in Sufi's arms)
4. Make a list of people you've dated.

-- Sufiya Parvez

6. Make a list of songs that remind you of someone.

-- Bhumbro. This reminds me of Sufi, and happier times.
-- Chupke Se Sun. My one and only date with Sufi.
-- Sochon Ke Jheelon. A dream I had that is beyond reach now.
seesonlysmoke: (Default)
[old] What are you wearing today? [new] What are in your pockets?

Like most everyday, I wear a kurta Which is the traditional clothing in Kashmir and Pakistan. It is comfortable, cool and modest. I'm wearing a beige one today.

My kurta )
And these are more the other clothes and things I usually have, even if I'm not carrying them all the time.

The earrings were the ones Sufi gave back to me. I don't wear them. *grin*
seesonlysmoke: (masked)
Ficlet: A very close friend has crossed the line, and be it whether through a business or personal matter you feel betrayed or worse. Describe the situation, how you deal with it, the emotional cycle you go through, and how this affects your friendship.

Ten Years Previously. Srinagar, Kashmir

It had taken a long time for Altaaf to become part of the Khan family. Thanks to Nilu, the nightmares of that night in Dalgate had faded. The crayoned drawings that he had so frantically scribbled in those first few days after his adoption of the masked man with the terrible eyes who had led the attack that had killed his parents and sister. Over time, he had come to call Nilu, ammi. It had taken longer for him to call Inayat Khan abba, but one day during a game of cricket, he had implored him so to bowl that the diminutive for father had just spilled out naturally. Later, he had drawn a picture of that wonderful day with he and Inayat playing cricket on a snowfield near a red house high in the mountains. For the first time since his family's murders he had been truly happy and loved his new family.

That night, for the first time, Inayat and Nilu had gone out leaving him home to do his homework. His pencil had broken, and he went on a search for another or a sharpener. He was looking through abba's desk and pulled open a drawer. In it was a gun, a revolver, but Inayat Khan was the SSP of the Kashmir Police and so it was a surprise, but that was not what really caught his attention. With it was a black wool mask. He took it out with dread. It looked like the same mask of his nightmares. Horror and panic rising in him, he ran to get his crayons and found a photo of Khan. He took a black crayon and coloured around Khan's face, blocking out all but his eyes as if he was wearing that mask.

Altaaf would never forget the man who haunted his dreams, and now he stared down at the photo of his adopted father and saw the same murderer who had made him an orphan. Hate filled his heart as he realized the truth. Hate and fear and revulsion, feelings that he could barely comprehend, but that told him what he must do. He pulled the murderer's mask over his head, letting his eyes look through the same hole those terrifying ones had. He took the gun and hid.

Inayat and Nilu came home after a nice evening out, looking forward to telling their son all about it. As Nilu went to change, Inayat went to the desk in the bedroom to set down his watch. It was then he noticed the drawer was still open and the gun and mask missing. Watching from the louvred closet door, Altaaf could see him look around and call for him. Holding the gun tightly, he stepped out, pointing the heavy weapon at his abba. The gun wavered from the weight and his outstretched arms as he pulled the trigger. It went wild, missing Inayat by a lot. In defence, he threw a stool at his adopted son, sending the gun flying and taking Altaaf down. There was no remorse in the young eyes that looked back with hate and the need for vengeance. The eyes of a boy betrayed totally by the one he had come to trust absolutely. It seemed Khan was just as frozen, just standing there as Nilu came running in, making no move to call for his police outside.

That's when Altaaf scrambled up and jumped out of the window, fleeing from a life destroyed by betrayal to be alone with his nightmares of that masked man, his father.
seesonlysmoke: (regret)
What abilities and skills does your character have?
Altaaf has been fully indoctrinated in jihad and fundamentalist Islam, and it can be argued brainwashed. He was trained in camps in Afghanistan (his canon is set pre-9/11) with the intent that he would be part of a jihadist cell in India-controlled Kashmir with the intent of liberating his country. Within the cell, he is the expert in missile launchers and RPGs and has some leadership capabilities, being the nominal strategist amongst them, even if he is just as manipulated as his brothers. What helps his abilities is that, as his master Hilal knows, he has no other reason for living except the mission and his own revenge, and as such is expendable. Altaaf is also something of an artist, or at least he may well have been had he gone down a different path. He loved drawing as a child, before his life got turned upside down, and in his daydreams, he sees himself painting. Also, he's not bad at singing and dancing.

How do you get these skills/abilities across when roleplaying or writing for said character?
Well, he has mentioned his love of drawing and dancing a couple of times to people in RP. Otherwise, he's not demonstrated his jihadist training in RP, although in his conversations with [ profile] theprivate_ryan he has told her about what he is, what his life is like, and how he has totally bought all that Hilal has told him about being 'his missile'.

How well do you think you do at this portrayal? How might you improve?
At the moment, he is still a developing character, and he has little to do to really show this as of yet. As his story continues, his training will become an important part of what happens to him, and his skills will be shown.
seesonlysmoke: (insomnia)
List it all. Tattoos, piercings, scars, jewelry, and any other weird thing you've done to yourself. What adorns your flesh that sets you apart from all the other kids?

I have scars. The two most noticeable are the one on my left hand and the one just above my left eye. I sustained these both in battles, and I will gladly take more in this war to be successful.

I also have two thumbs on my right hand. The extra one curves inwards from my main thumb. It doesn't bother me, and it doesn't hinder me in any way.

But I didn't chose those for myself. The scars were given by enemies, and my extra thumb by Allah.
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