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And so, It begins.

Posted by wingdndangerous on 2006.02.15 at 18:14


life_crew at 2006-02-16 17:10 (UTC) (Link)
Mark was starting to freeze on the stoop. He'd only managed to grab his scarf as he headed out the door. He'd paused downstairs to wake up Mimi, but she was already gone.

"Hey." Roger said, coming out of the open door behind him. "You look cold." He was already for band practice, jacket zipped up and his guitar slung over his shoulder.

Mark glared at him. "I am cold."

"Well then, it's a good thing that I brought your jacket down." Roger said, pulling the jacket out from under his own with a cheeky grin. "Oh, and your camera--the contract's in there." he said, producing the second object from behind his camera, where it was tucked in its worn bag.

He handed it to Mark and ruffled Mark's hair. "Have fun. Don't come back a yuppie scum!" He laughed loudly and with that he was gone, down the street to catch the subway to band practice.
mutant_race at 2006-02-16 20:13 (UTC) (Link)
Mark was just putting his jacket on when a sleek blue car pulled up, and Mark was greeted by a large 'Mazda' on the front grate. The car had pulled up rather quickly, and skidded to a surprisingly accurate halt, exactly parallel an inch from the curb. He expected some spoiled teenage rich brat to step out, with rap music blaring and massive gaudy jewlerry around his neck, and was pleasantly shocked when an incredibly tall, lean man stepped out in fitted, dark blue jeans and a carefully pressed white oxford.

"Mark?" The tall man asked, surveying the building behind Mark for an address from behind red sunglasses. He was leaning casually against the door of his car, brown hair falling in front of one covered eye, with an air of control and precision that didn't seem to suit his rather... toned body.

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