<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Mark_Connelly_ID.jpg)</div><strong>Character name : </strong>Mark Connelly (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=212508.msg10458142)<br/><strong>Occupation : </strong>Team Photographer<br/><strong>Who : </strong>Mark Connelly<br/><strong>Where : </strong>His Apartment<br/><strong>When : </strong>Day1 Early(-ish) Morning<br/><hr/><br/>Mark rolled over as his eyes started to crack open, he'd managed to ignore his cell the first few times it chirped out that someone wanted to contact him, but now the bloody thing was going off every minute it was becoming bloody annoying. Marc picked up his cell and looked at the time, it was barely after 10 and far too early for ...well anything really. His phone was proudly displaying the 12 missed calls and 9 texts, that Mark wasn't in the mood to deal with. Then the cell rang again, maybe if he could just get them to piss off then he could get to more important like sleeping or the naked.., Mark turned his to check, blonde laying next to him. Mark stretched and finally answered the phone<br/><br/><strong>"Heylo."<br/>"And why in the name of all that's Holy are you calling me this early?"<br/>"Well time is relative, and I'm a night person so this like 3 AM in your time."<br/>"Dear, sweet Rachel, when have you ever known me have a bad night?"<br/>"True, but tell me when was the last time anyone got arrested for havin a cosy evenin in front the telly?"<br/>"She wants me where?"</strong><br/><br/>Mark let out a long sigh, if he was honest he hadn't expected his contract with Sirens would involve him doing any real work but they had been paying him a retainer for a couple of months, it was terrible news that they expected to earn it. Mark stared at the other side of the bed, he could remember the legs and the fantastic arse that were sharing his bed but the name that belonged to them? Not a friggin' clue.<br/><br/><strong>"Look just text the address and I'll be there. Yes, I'm getting out of bed and gettin in the shower. Now, if you wanted to speed things up you could always nip round and scrub me back... Hello?"</strong>Rachel had hung on him, which wasn't a shock to Mark but she wouldn't have the chance to say yes if he didn't keep asking. As Mark rolled out of bed the woman gave a little murmur and rolled over, did he make her breakfast or just kick her out? Something he could decide after he'd had a shower, maybe by that time he would be able to remember her name. As the first jets of water hit Mark's face the girl's name came to him 'TraceCee', it sounded as dumb to him this morning as it had last night but with an arse like hers, he was willing to overlook certain things.