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Mark comes down from upstairs, still in the black-and-trenchcoat from the day before, sunglasses perched on the top of his head. Over his shoulder is a bag, looking rather clunky. Walking over to Bar, he deposits a list on her. "Hey, Bar? Can I have the stuff on this list, please and thank you?" He recieves everything in a rather large duffle bag, which he takes with a smirk, going out back behind the bar.
See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit.
Before long, there is a rather curious sight to behold. Up in a tree is what looks like a woman, in black leather, in a harness, dangling from a length of rope. On the ground, is Mark, working with three cameras, from various angles, setting up shots. Someone might want to see what the boy's doing. It almost looks sketchy.
See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit.
Before long, there is a rather curious sight to behold. Up in a tree is what looks like a woman, in black leather, in a harness, dangling from a length of rope. On the ground, is Mark, working with three cameras, from various angles, setting up shots. Someone might want to see what the boy's doing. It almost looks sketchy.