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

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So outside of this all, there wasn't anything really interesting to note of as he kept his stance, letting their words seep through the door. Marc spent most of his time frowning as the duo spoke about trifling topics, until they got to the end. His eyes widened as he devilishly smirked at the prospect, leaning in ever so closer before hearing a click.

As the voices did, the blonde's smirk vanished in an instant the moment he heard a door close. Once more, he was alone in the open, contemplating as curious eyes flitted around like the flies in this alleyway, not before noticing a red flicker out of the corner of his eye.

Moving his hands in further, he gripped the door and threw it completely open in an over-the-top, almost comical fashion as his arm soared past him before tumbling back and bumping into the building. Said arm jittered for a second, trying to regain some sense of balance as the door began to creak shut.

As soon as that sound reached his ears, he slipped in without hesitation and began navigating the drab brick and mortar hallway, taking careful consideration as to the numerous amount of stage equipment that occupied the hallway, as well as some boxes that were splayed about.

Despite the congestion, he navigated the area with a sense of ease and familiarity as he looked at each and every door he passed by. There was a certain morbid curiosity as he felt his own heart beat, pumping twice as fast as before as the sound pounded into his ears.

Of course, that could also just be the stagehands, but he remained keenly aware through the taps of their footsteps and the frantic talking that echoed through the area, even keeping an eye on the doors to duck into in case anyone decided to walk back here to grab some equipment for whatever show they were meaning to set up.

Speaking of doors, which one did Daehyun go through?

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The door stationed itself in the middle of the alleyway, with the bugs floating in the middle of the air as the mute buzzing sound died away. And that red light? It was as bright as ever, emanating from the inside of the Korean celebs vehicle as Marc composed himself, stretching as he moseyed on over to the car, and leaned over to inspect it a bit, namely to see where that red blip was coming from.

At the very least, he could identify no cars coming down the street, ruling out that it had to be a reflection he saw. The boy rubbed his chin for a couple of seconds as he leaned in, keenly observing the insides the same way a connoisseur of fine art would inspect a painting, or at least that's what he thought he looked like.

At the very least, there was a sigh of relief as he pivoted around and leaned on the vehicle. He saw the device on the rear-view mirror; nothing more than a dash cam, so that was a relief to say the least. Sliding down until he hit the pavement, he tapped at his knee while puckering his lips, staring at the entrance to whatever this place was.

With a huff, the boy quickly launched himself upward and landed on his feet, lightly jogging around to the front of this building before stopping around the corner. Peeking around the side, he took notice of the logo above the entrance to the building, Galaxy. Only one thought entered his mind as he returned the way he did.

[color=f26522][i]"Just how many times have I circled this place?!"[/i][/color]

With a sigh and a jog, he was back at where he started before the alleyways frozen door. On cue, he strolled on in as if he was a prospective client, evaluating the wide brick and mortar corridor. It was rather drab outside of the few doors placed around the vicinity and above all, it was a nightmare to navigate. While half of the stage equipment and boxes were organized carefully, the other half was haphazardly strewn about.

Despite everything being unable to move or be knocked over, Marc still felt it was necessary to carefully navigate the area. he began tiptoeing and carefully giving certain items the widest berth he could in these congested backrooms, even leaning to the side and ducking just a bit to avoid a stray microphone.

After a minute, he found himself in what he considered the largest room in the largest room in the building, standing before a decently sized stage which looked to be coated with what he thought was punk or metal aesthetics, it was difficult to tell. The area below the stage was pretty sizable to say the least, with it being mostly empty aside from a few stray folding chairs and a table to the side.

However, the thing he found to be the most curious was the seven people on the stage right now, all with different things - a different expression of anxiety, a different job they were performing, a different direction they were going in. At the very least they looked understaffed as he inched closer to the one with a clipboard.

[color=f26522]"Vice Street, New Blue Glitch, Firestarters,"[/color] he murmured to himself as he put an elbow on the chick and leaned in to read a couple of the other names. Pursing his lips, he began to stroke his chin in an over-exaggerated manner, as if the boy had a magnificent beard as he veered to look at the rest of the area.

With a sway and swagger he pushed himself of the lady and decided to do what he considered to be a stylish back-flip off the stage. Surely that inspire the people in here if they saw it.

That or kick him out, it was 50/50 in his mind. He could only smile and giggle at such a stupid thought as he began investigating the area, taking note of every crevice, every crack, any entrances and exits this venue contained. Once he had it all committed to memory, well, he did what he would normally do and went back the way he came and returned to the pose he had before going inside.

This was how he was positioned, right?[/hider]