[right][b][h3][color=f26522][i]Marc Kurosawa[/i][/color][/h3][/b][/right][hr][quote][u][b]Location			[/b][/u]
Central District

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Following that, he nodded in response to the man, crossing his arms with a self-assured smirk on his face as the officer reproached his efforts, though it came more offhand than anything else. He thought little of it as the man prattled on, staying silent as he went between trying to get a look on the situation on the van without looking too suspicious.

If anything, he kept it up, lightly nodding with that same expression on his face as the officer applauded him for his own work before stating not to do that again. [color=f26522]"Yeah, yeah, alright, I'll try not to get too involved next time,"[/color] he smiled in the mans general direction as he departed and disappeared into the truck.

And in a few moments, the weight of the city crashed down onto him once again. Despite the overbearing weight, he stood there, along amidst the trash in the dank alleyway, waiting a couple of seconds before he was certain the van carrying the man was consumed by the cacophony of this place.

And then, he took a whiff of himself.

Bleugh!

Ugh, yeah, that scent was still lingering as much as his face was starting to become a prune. On reflex, he began wiping down his jacket with his hands, despite understanding full well that the odor was going to continue staining his shirt. He couldn't tell if he wanted to go home at this point, or just...

Nah, he [i]still[/i] had to check out those Whispers in the Wall... somewhere in the Red Light District, or was it the Western District?

Marc wasn't exactly sure as he leaned against one of the grime saturated walls, tapping the code to open up his phone, only to discover that it was working perfectly fine now. He had access to the internet, hell, could call his Mom or Rin if anything as he glanced at his three contacts.

That is, before looking up at where the van once was, giving that area a thousand-yard stare before attaching himself to the world once more. Popping off the side of the wall, he walked at a leisure pace, recomposing himself as the maverick of the streets as he went against the flow once again.

[color=f26522][i]"Child, people, bell, birth, sorry, fix, joy."[/i][/color]

Those words replayed constantly in his head as he calculated how long it would take him to get on a train and ride his way to the Redlight District as he began shuffling fervently through the crowds. Another set of words began beating through his head before he shut off his phone.

[color=f26522][i]"Look for the place where the light glows brighter as the cats fortune wanes."[/i][/color]

The Whispers in the Wall.

Supposedly based on what he read, that Ducking had multiple accounts and rumors she recounted about people reporting about this area, from these whispers giving you the answer to anything you want, to it whispering a persons future with it being different for each person, to it just being a glory-hole.

Of course, this could be one of the buildings that had cheap walls you could hear through with people going on a drunken rambling, so it could just be that. Couldn't hurt to give it a shot, among other things as he strode swiftly through the crowds, hoping to at least make it in time for the next train ride to the Southwestern District.