#hidesinhiswork.

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i'm feeling mark right now. give this a LIKE and i'll give you a starter.

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give this a LIKE for a starter of varying lengths from MARK. if you're a multi, pls specify who you want it directed at.

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the bitter winter wind cuts through him, causing the freelance filmmaker to shiver uncontrollably. he tightens his jacket around his thin frame, hunching his shoulders as if he was trying to hide in his thick white and blue scarf. his bag bangs against his thigh and hip as he hurries down the sidewalk, eager to get out of the wind and into the apartment. he wants nothing more than to curl up on the couch with a cup of steaming hot tea and a thick blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

it's with this thought in mind that he scurries into the building and into the elevator, breathing a sigh of relief once inside. his tense frame began to relax slightly as the building's warmth slowly began to press against the little bit of exposed skin on his face and in the small gaps between his gloves and his jacket. as the elevator ticks up to his floor, mark sends up a prayer to any powers that be that sam would be agreeable to mark's desire to simply curl up under the covers and not leave the apartment for the rest of the night.

he steps into the apartment, another wave of relief crashing over him as he crosses the threshold. "sam, i'm home," he calls out, already scurrying to the kitchen to put on the kettle for the tea. he carefully sets his bag with his camera and other items onto the table as he passes it, glancing around for his boyfriend.

@hisartistsmuse gets a surprise starter

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fingers that are too cold clutch the strap of his bag as he carefully navigates the crowd, head down and eyes carefully avoiding catching the gaze of those around him. anxiety claws at his stomach and chews at his heart, but he plows forward, determined to reach his destination quickly. the items that he'd just bought feel like they're weighing him down, slowing his progress as he makes his way to the familiar apartment. still, he forces one step in front of the other over and over again until he's at the door of the place that he calls home.

his too cold fingers fumble with the key for a moment before finally unlocking the door and stepping inside. the freelance filmmaker breathes a sigh of relief as he shuts it behind him, glancing around for his boyfriend. "tom? thomas? are you home already?"

he carefully sets his bag on the kitchen counter, opening it up and digging around inside for a moment. "i earned a little bit of extra money, so i bought you something," he continues to speak, still not fully sure if the other man was home. he carefully sets out the inkwell and the beautiful ink pen that he'd just bought before reaching back into the bag to pull out two books, the picture of dorian gray and emma. both of them were older editions, clearly the kind that's hard to get one's hands on. "i hope you like them," he says this last part to himself as the anxiety claws harder at his chest.

@daedpoet gets a surprise starter!

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mark feels uncomfortable in his own skin as he lifts one finger to slide between the fabric of his shirt collar and the skin of his neck. he's dressed in brand new clothes, the first ones bought in almost five years. his dress pants are neatly pressed and lack any holes, loose threads, or worn spots. he wears a cream colored button up shirt beneath a brown sweater with a diamond pattern all over the front. his shoes are shiny and new, free of wear and tear and scuff marks. his ginger curls have been tamed and neatly trimmed and styled so that they aren't all over the place like normal.

"remind me why i agreed to do this," he mutters, clearly ill at ease. he yearns for a more relaxed atmosphere where his anxiety didn't feel like it was eating him alive. here he was, surrounded by people in a far different tax bracket than himself with degrees and education that he could have tried pursuing, but he'd tossed to the side for the life of a starving artist.

the freelance filmmaker finally turns to fully face terry, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "why can't anyone network in a place that's more relaxed? why is it always fancy parties, surrounded by items that look like they should be in a museum?"

@opponentcompel gets a requested starter!

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he clutches his camera close to his chest, trying to ignore the bitter bite of the new york winter wind, as he dips and dodges through the afternoon crowd. he'd spent a few hours today getting scenery and crowd shots for the new media company that he'd recently started working for, a job that sounded more exhausting than one might think. especially in this winter weather. but he can't complain, he supposes. it gives him a decently steady paycheck and allows him to put food on the table, plus get roger's medicine. and it wasn't as soul sucking as working for buzzline, so that was a bonus.

he smiles as he enters the bookstore, carefully tucking his camera back into his bag. well, as carefully as he could manage with his frozen fingers. after a few moments of awkward fumbling, he lets out a small sigh and readjusts the bag's strap on his shoulder. with his camera now safely tucked away and the last customer in the line passing him to leave, mark approaches the blonde at the counter.

"hey, christine! are you able to get out yet? they have a double feature at that little hole in the wall theater not too far from here. they're playing breakfast at tiffany's and roman holiday. maureen and joanne will be there and i think i've mostly convinced roger to come. maybe. so, you in?"

@sopran gets a requested starter!

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hatchetfield. oh hatchetfield. oh mark had not missed this little town. few things had changed since he had fled at eighteen years old, but the air around the town still felt very much the same. with every step, he felt like misfortune lurked just around around the corner, waiting to pounce on her next unsuspecting victim. shivering at the thought, the freelance filmmaker and newest member of the local newstation accepted his cup of tea from the beanie's barista and went to seek out a table.

"why am i back here?" he grumbles under his breath as he looks around for a table, once more feeling like that rejected nerd in school who couldn't find anyone to sit with at lunch.

open! -- hatchetfield verse

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currently working on capping, but here's a quick rough run down on my thoughts on mark's ha.tchetfield verse:

born in ha.tchetfield, the cohens are a higher middle class, lower upper class family.

in multiple timelines, he has tried to leave the town, but shit has hit the fan every single time he's tried. has managed to slip away in a couple of timelines, though. in those timelines, he always gets dragged back somehow.

works for the local news station as a camera guy.

hates s.tarbucks, often goes to beanie's instead. doesn't make emma sing, but still tips when he can.