Oct 29, 2007 20:20
Marc is on a mission. A mission to get all of the turquoise out of MODE HQ and dump it somewhere that no one would never ever drag it out from again. Or at least, not until next season. Because, as everyone knows, the biggest colours on the runway this season are reds and grayscales. As such, he comes through the door, still trying to make a point about how the storage closet really does not need so many blues.
"For the last time, turquoise is not this sea---"
What.
As weird as the storage closet may be, this is definitely not it. This is not even the Marc Jacobs party he is slated to accompany Wilhemina to tonight. This is a bar.
The expression on Marc's face goes through a series of rather agonized looks before he whips around, hands scrabbling for the door handle. There is too much blue here for him to be able to stand it, not to mention the general look of outfits around here. Unfortunately for Marc, his door is gone.
Letting out an extremely distressed noise, he turns, and slides down the wall, curling up his knees against his chest and trying to make himself as small as possible.
He thinks he feels an asthma attack coming on.
Help?
[ ooc; Alright, slowtime. Will pick up tags tomorrow, love you all! ]
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