Abercrombie and...who?
[Journal is being carried and Marc is leafing through other people's entries with an amused smile. He reaches up and smooths his hair a little]
Hmmm I need a trim...
[murmurs to himself and the steps in the hallway take a stop as he peers into the mirror, his vision fuzzy]
What?
[Rubs his eyes trying to see clearly before a high pitched scream deafens everyone who can hear through his journal which now tumbles to the floor] There's a pause before he screams again.
((OOC: For those unaware Marc now looks like this - his clothes will never match, everything he wears will somehow magically just clash no matter what he chooses and his teeth now come out a mile))
Hmmm I need a trim...
[murmurs to himself and the steps in the hallway take a stop as he peers into the mirror, his vision fuzzy]
What?
[Rubs his eyes trying to see clearly before a high pitched scream deafens everyone who can hear through his journal which now tumbles to the floor] There's a pause before he screams again.
((OOC: For those unaware Marc now looks like this - his clothes will never match, everything he wears will somehow magically just clash no matter what he chooses and his teeth now come out a mile))