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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

At a table in the middle of the bar is a man with a guitar. Staff paper and regular paper are piled around him, as he scribbles madly at them. He's wearing a suit, somewhat badly fitting, and humming to himself.

Perhaps you should ask him what's up. Especially if you know him. Mark Cohen doesn't have his camera.

[ooc: Do I have to keep saying it? Mark has Rocks In. Let me know if you want the music bug, otherwise, tag away.]

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"Then, I think I'll go do that. Best of luck with your efforts regardless of whether we work together or not." Draco then got up, and swept away, the cape flaring out behind him dramatically. He walked away, softly singing to himself again.