#scripted: marc

marc scoffed as he sat in the flimsy chair. he’d gone to the small gym that he’d set up in one of the spare buildings near the dance studio. he was fully convinced everyone was being dramatic when it came to the storm. he was used to the cold, knew how to deal with it. but, since the door was frozen shut, he couldn’t prove it. “i’ve got some power bars in case you’re hungry, but don’t, like, eat them all,” he offered, motioning to the gym bag he’d brought with him. “this fucking sucks, though. why couldn’t this happen before my workout? i’ve already finished and i want to get out of here, so of course the door has to get stuck now. hope you didn’t have any big plans for today, bud.”

marc didn’t think events like these actually happened – they were just things you hear about happening in fantasy worlds. but, he supposed that this place would be considered a fantasy world considering. he would have skipped out on it, but there was an opportunity he just couldn’t give up. ao, he donned on his suit and mask and showed up looking for the one man he knew best in this place. “there you are,” he said softly as he took both of sid’s hands, using his large body to push the other back onto the dancefloor. “i was scared i wouldn’t find you. but, here you are. we were always meant to be together, huh?” he said, a small, crooked smile on his lips. he always believed he and sid were destined to be with each other – whether as teammates, best friends, or otherwise. “you have no idea how beautiful you look in these stupid masks and suits, do you?”