𝟸 | 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 - 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙸𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚃

𝟷 | 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙴𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

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Also, this story will be set in third person. Hope you all enjoy! :)

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  It was only 8 am in Las Angeles, it never seemed to get that cold at all. Mark seemed unnerved by it, even though he did have to change clothes after the change in his environment.

  Mark looked around, a mixed feeling growing within him. It was like a mix of doubt, worry, and a bit of hope in it. Mark stood there, his feet stepping onto the carpet floor of the airport as he took a deep sigh within the building.

  "Welcome to Los Angeles! Please follow the marked signs towards the baggage area." The intercom yelled above him, almost echoing like a void around him. That announcement seemed incoherent since the large mass of people seemed to bustle through the large room as they all headed in different directions.

  Mark took this as his first welcome to his new home. A new feeling of hope overcoming the mixed one as he grabbed his backpack and  began walking towards the baggage area. A smile growing on his face as he felt paranoid and crammed with the other eyes that could have watched over him.

  Although, this new home gave him anxiety, after having to live the life he had before when he was younger. It felt good to step out of his comfort zone.

  After stepping out of the large herd that followed after him. Mark then found himself standing in the baggage area. He looked as many of the carousels were surround by crowds of people who awaited for their bags arrival.

  Mark sighed, knowing that his bag may take a while to roll out as he stood behind the crowd as he tried to pay attention. His eyes looming away and dazing off into space before he came back into reality as he rushed to grab his luggage.

  Mark smiled softly, feeling as if this new change wouldn't be so bad. He then stepped away and walked onto a escalator and rolled down to the bottom floor as he headed out.

  "HEY! WATCH IT!" The sound of a familiar voice rang in his ears as he had bumped into someone. Mark jumped at the voice and turned his head slightly, only to see a similar tan and dark hair to his as he frowned.

  "S-Sorry!" He then turned his head more to see a familiar face until it turned into no one. This scene causing him to question his hearing as he pulled out his ear buds and looked around hysterically.

  Soon feeling embarrassed from the eyes that watched over him as he shoved his earbuds back in and kept walking. "I guess I'm just seeing things..." he said, walking away as a podcast continued to play in his ears.

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  With no luck, Mark stood on the pavement. A large crowd of people standing behind him as the struggle to find a cab became aggravating.

  His forehead sweating as he groaned. Soon regretting his choice to wear jeans and a hoodie on such a hot day as his mind wandered as the audio of someone's phone played.

  "The murder of the McLoughlin family has reached the hearts of many. Citizens have speculated that the youngest son, Seán McLoughlin has been taken into custody. Following events of his trial will be held next week as police continue to investigate the scene."

  Mark's eyes widened, the name didn't sound all that familiar, yet he felt like he knew that man. He then swallowed the lump in his throat and thrusted himself towards the first cab that parked in front of the airport as he threw his bag inside and closed the door as the cab sped off.