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

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Staring up at the ceiling, it felt as if he was watching some YouTube videos at the lowest settings as the dull, almost monochromatic room slowly came into focus. The boy could barely stifle a yawn as reached over to grab his phone on what could be considered the most organized portion of his room aside from his desk - a plain nightstand with no real outstanding properties or design, aside from the lamp, glasses, contacts case, and of course, Marc's cellphone.

Had to go for the first important thing as the teen blinked, momentarily closing his eyes to avoid the blinding shine of the screen. Once he adjusted to the light, he swiped in his code, held the device as close as he could to his face and squinted, and checked up on the topic Ducking posted to see what had become of it.

Scrolling down, he clicked onto the next page after not finding said topic only to look at the locked symbol by the side of the title. [color=f26522]"They really need thicker walls,"[/color] he mumbled to himself nonchalantly before rolling off the side of the bed.

Eh, he would give this one a 4/10, his heart really wasn't into it as he sat up, cracked his neck, and stretched his arms up, yawning once again before grabbing his current set of contacts and popping them in. Making up his bed, the only thing he really cleaned up outside of his desk, he disappeared into his small closet before coming out with duds like a tank-top, a light jacket with a hood, some jeans, etc.

Dumping them onto his bed, he cruised outside, eyeing one of the two doors adjacent to his bedroom as he passed on by. The lone couch and chairs always looked out of place in the living room since it was only really him and his mom living here. Instead, his first, albeit brief stop was by the living room as he snatched up the remote, before taking one step into the kitchen.

Between flipping on the tv and surfing the channels until he got to the news station, he was digging through the cabinet and fridge for particular items, always peaking out to get a good look of what was being showcased before going back to his business.

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Thirty minutes went on by as Marc had devoured natto, an egg, and was just getting through a bowl of miso soup as he leaned over the counter, eyes peeled and ears on high alert to see if there was any reports about that one man he had encountered or if there was any areas here that was a hotbed of activity, only to get the same old reports, much to the boys chagrin. [color=f26522]"Same old shit as usual..."[/color]

With a scowl, he powered down the tv and lightly tossed the remote back onto the couch before cleaning up, only to get out another set of utensils, plates, and so on and made another set of natto and an egg. Leaving those two on the counter, he opened up a drawer and left what looked to be a paper stained with soy sauce, egg yolk, and other types of food with the words "4 u" written neatly on it.

With that said, the rest of the morning was basically a chore, with him doing the usual of showering, brushing his teeth, getting dressed up, and opening the blinds up, giving a decent look at the higher buildings, as well as the streets below.

And that was that. Another dull morning before the arrival of the storm that was known as "the rest of the day." Once dressed, he mentally checked off a list of everything he had - cellphone, wallet, other thing, gray thing, red thing, glasses, something something, eh, he was good to go.

The biggest question remained though - what district would he explore today?
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Honestly, if the sky was a face it would be on the verge on the tears right now, but it was nice to say the least.

A smirk followed as he trudged down one of the sidewalks he was on after arriving about five minutes ago, often keeping an eye on the vicinity. Even in spite the happy-go-lucky smirk and glassy, lax eyes that was distracted at any tumultuous events, he was constantly vigilant. Spying down alleys, identifying people who passed his way, and even charting some of the buildings, he did it all, though he did come to one conclusion.

He had no idea where he was going. No, he wasn't lost, the graffiti around here make it look like a delinquents are exhibit; they all stood out from the rest, there wasn't one like the other.

Well, aside from that lizard being curled around a fish, and that kanji that said pride. It was pride, right?

Anyways, for living in Tenoroshi, he seemed almost like a tourist in a foreign land, opting to swiftly pull out his phone as a means of escape. On some cue, he began incessantly scrolling through the website once more to see if there had been any updates; who knows, there could be some mysterious urban legend he had never heard of about this place!

Though, after five minutes of wandering around in a circle, he found himself unsuccessful in his endeavors; no updates, no new 'real' posts that piqued his interest. Shoving his phone into a side pocket, Marc pushed his glasses up onto the bridge before pocketing his own hands as well, leisurely strolling through another block with the same grin he had on his face as before.