[center][h1][color=ed1c24][b]Marcus Ainsworth[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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Marcus looked up from the ground as he heard a woman’s voice calling over to him from the yard next door, raising a brow in frustrated curiosity at her. He cursed under his breath as she told him that the family who had once lived in the house had been gone for months. [color=ed1c24]“And they didn’t even bother to call? Fucking typical…”[/color] He cursed softly with a heavy sigh, before pushing himself to his feet. He kicked the air lightly, before standing there, facing out into the street, and taking a deep breath to calm himself. He shook his head a couple of times, before letting out a soft chuckle. [color=ed1c24]“Well, can’t say I’m surprised.”[/color] He scoffed with a shrug, before turning back to the girl who had given him the news.

He hadn’t gotten a good look of the girl as she was walking over, but now that he had turned to face her, he was caught off guard a little. She was short, with black curly hair, and dark brown eyes. Marcus wasn’t sure if he recognised her not, he hadn’t lived in that neighbourhood for a few years, and never really paid much attention to the people back then anyway. But he did know one thing for sure. She was gorgeous. 

[color=ed1c24]“Heh, sorry… I must seem like some sorta crazy person…”[/color] Marcus spoke softly, with a nervous chuckle, giving the girl an uneasy smile. He looked like he hadn’t slept properly in god knows how long, and probably hadn’t had a good meal in about as long. [color=ed1c24]“I, um… My family lived here… Guess they moved and forgot to let me know.”[/color] Another uneasy chuckle left the young man’s lips as he lifted his shoulders in a shrug, trying to play it off as no big deal, but not doing so well at it. The presence of pretty girl added to the unease of the situation for Marcus, who had never been great with people in general, let alone those he found attractive. [color=ed1c24]“I… Uh, I guess… Umm…”[/color] He stumbled over his words, his face growing redder by the second, as his words were refusing to come out of his mouth in a proper sentence. He cursed at himself in his mind for being such an awkward loser, but sleep deprivation, hunger, and everything else going on was just getting a little too much for him. [color=ed1c24]“Umm… You said you could help me, umm… Get into the house?” [/color]