Location: Downtown
Who: Open
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“Fuck me,” Marco mutters under his breath; stopping dead in his tracks. The bags of groceries in his hands drop unceremoniously to the sidewalk, all but forgotten as he dashes over to the street-side parking space currently being vacated by a shiny black Maserati winched to the business end of a tow-truck.
“H-Hey...HEY! Stop!!!” He shouts after the truck, waving his arms overhead in a vain attempt to get the driver’s attention. “That’s my car!” The tow truck driver seems neither to notice nor care, and continues down the street without any signs of stopping. The warlock huffs, whirling around to read the sign posted beside the now-empty parking spot: NO PARKING 9AM-3PM. He looks down at the Rolex on his wrist. 9:03 AM.
“Un-fucking-believable...” He sighs aloud to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose before bursting into laughter. “What is it with this town?”

















