Marquer la chanson

Sur un plan fondamental, Marc savait parfaitement qu'il se soumettait volontairement à la prophétie auto-réalisatrice qui incarnait sa dépendance au café. Les accidents qui ont inévitablement suivi les hauts niveaux de caféine ont toujours été brutaux, mais il y avait quelque chose d'étrange habitude se formant sur ce fait qui l'a maintenu à retourner à la substance tous les jours. Alors, il était là, n'ayant pas étouffé un bâillement alors qu'il ouvrait la porte à son appartement, après être revenu de son service à Literati Coffee. C'était une journée chargée, mais Mark préférait cela comme il détestait se tenir debout avec peu de choses à faire et personne à qui parler.
À la maison, il a annoncé à son appartement vide, en coupant ses chaussures assez sans cérémonie. Un autre bâilleur a échappé au jeune homme, preuve à la fois de l'absence de caféine dans son système et de la nuit plutôt tardive où il s'était soumis.
Le café, le café, le café, Mark chantait, presque rituellement, alors qu'il traversait son studio, faisant une ligne d'abeille pour sa dépendance toujours fiable satisfier. Il n'a fallu que quelques boutons rapides pour qu'il fasse ces bruits si doux qui promettaient qu'il obtiendrait bientôt sa solution. Il devait encore se présenter à son service de barman en quelques heures, donc une sieste était malheureusement hors de question. Et vu combien ses rêves étaient étranges ces derniers temps, le café était une alternative encore plus attrayante.
Pendant qu'il attendait, Mark décida de poser sur son canapé et d'allumer sa télé, faisant de son mieux pour garder les yeux ouverts. "Oh, c'est mauvais," il murmurait à lui-même, sentant la traction du sommeil pesant sur lui encore plus lourd maintenant qu'il était en train de se mettre à l'aise.
Vous ne vous coucherez pas, il s'est commandé lui-même, même si son corps était déjà en train de changer sa position pour faire exactement cela.
Vous ne fermerez pas les yeux, il a exigé avec toute l'autorité d'un professeur d'école élémentaire qui avait perdu le contrôle de sa classe. Inutile de dire que ses yeux avaient déjà été fermés avant qu'il ne parle.
Cette fois, son corps l'a battu au coup de poing et l'a désobéi avant même qu'il puisse obtenir son plaidoyer. Avant qu'il ne sache ce qui s'est passé, il était déjà en train de dériver.

Le monde des rêves

Il y avait quelque chose de très décourageant à se trouver derrière le comptoir en bois familier de Literati Coffee après l'avoir quitté. Sans oublier qu'il n'était pas un grand fan du fait que même dans ses rêves, il semblait être condamné à travailler. Outre l'atmosphère chaleureuse que le magasin a fourni, Mark a semblé être piégé avec un certain nombre de ses habitués qu'il a facilement reconnu. C'était bien sûr sauf pour elle. En un seul coup d'œil, il savait qu'il ne l'avait jamais vue auparavant, mais il y avait quelque chose dans la façon confiante dont elle s'est portée qui l'a attirée vers elle. À peine un mot a été échangé entre les deux alors qu'elle payait pour son Caramel Frappe, et avant qu'il le savait, elle partait déjà.
Alors que la porte jonchait pour annoncer son départ, tout autour de lui s'évaporait en un clin d'œil, le laissant seul dans une vaste étendue de pur blanc. Peut-être que le fait d'appeler ces rêves bizarres l'a mis à la légère. Mark ne pouvait que s'accrocher à la pensée, donc avec ses mains dans ses poches, il commença à se promener dans le grand vide, sifflant le long d'une chanson qu'Emily lui avait montrée. Un esprit plus introspectif aurait essayé d'examiner les implications qu'un rêve aussi vide pourrait suggérer à propos d'une personne, mais Mark était assez heureux de tourner son nez vers une telle notion et de continuer à marcher en paix.
Un brouillard ludique s'est enroulé et avant qu'il ne le sache, Marks flânait l'avait emmené dans un parc de toutes sortes. Alors qu'il suivait le sentier, il remarqua l'arrivée d'un banc de parc, ce qui fit mourir son sifflement plutôt sans cérémonie dans sa gorge. Plus précisément, c'était la personne assise sur le banc, mais vous avez compris. Et comme il se rapprochait, il a eu une bonne vue de la même fille qui avait attiré son attention dans la version de rêve de Literati jeter un cône de crème glacée intacte dans la poubelle. Un étrange assortiment de sentiments l'a emporté alors qu'il s'approchait d'elle, dont la plupart n'avaient pas envie de catégoriser en ce moment précis. Pour l'instant, il voulait juste voir pourquoi il semblait si attiré par elle.
Vous savez, il a dit comme il a regardé dans la poubelle, se sentant presque désolé pour la pauvre gâterie congelée, je ne vous ai pas jugé pour gaspiller de la nourriture comme je ne suis pas un grand fan de bonbons moi-même, mais je ne peux pas aider mais demander pourquoi avez-vous acheté en premier lieu si vous ne le vouliez pas?
Mark Song
Basic Information
| Name |
Mark Song
| Date of Birth |
 June 20th, 1994 (22) 
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Heterosexual
| Status |
Single
| Partner |

TBA

| Occupation |
Mark has become an incredibly transient employee, jumping from one job to the next after he feels he has gotten bored of where he is at. Right now he is holding two jobs, the first as a barista at a local coffee shop by day and the second as a bartender by night.
| In-Depth Appearance |
Given his heritage, Mark is actually quite tall, relatively speaking, with his lofty 5’6” stature that he has been “blessed” with. And thanks to an adventurous lifestyle, he has been able to maintain a rather athletic build, weighing in around 140 lbs. His raven black hair, which has as many “styles” as there are days of the week, is complemented by a pair of honey brown eyes that are playful and somehow always looks like they are up to no good. Remarkably, the boy is only slightly tanned despite the great deal of time he spends outdoors.
For clothing, it isn’t all that surprising to see Mark decked out in anything from trendy sweaters and khakis to bumming it in a t-shirt and pajama pants. It’s all based on what he feels like wearing that day, although a certain black leather jacket has been growing on him lately. 

 

Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Adventurous♦ Naïve ♦ Genuine ♦ Smart Ass ♦
 After years of trying to be the model son for his parents, Mark has finally started to cut loose and be true to himself. And he has found that deep down he is a surprisingly huge dork that loves meeting people and making them smile. His previous lifestyle, which strived to make every aspect of it be strictly regimented, has caused him to become more spontaneous with his decision making and to truly enjoy living in the moment. There’s a lot that he still has to learn though, as he has ended up in a few tense situations due to his own lack of understanding and his habit of being a bit too trusting of strangers, but he hasn’t regretted leaving his old self behind once.
Everything Mark does, from his expressions to his laughter, is done with an animated energy that has an authenticity to it that seems almost ridiculous at times. And that is how he treats people as well, with a genuine attitude and an open mind that knows too well how limited his understanding of the world is. But there are times where his intelligence often gets the best of him at times, as he is all too prone to making smart ass remarks to people, making his company best suited for those that can take a joke. Also, romance is something he hasn’t really but too much thought into, as in his head he is far too busy trying to figure out who he is as a single person to worry about what he would be like in a relationship.

| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Meeting new and exciting people
✔ Horror movies (especially bad ones)
✔ Spicy food
✔ Pets, in all shapes and sizes
✔ People with a good sense of humor
✔ Most nerdy things
✔ Music (playing or listening)
✘ Hot temperatures
✘ Early mornings
✘ Phony people
✘ Most sweets
✘ Strictness and high expectations

Hobbies
 While he still enjoys a number of nerdy activities like playing video games and binge watching crappy SciFi shows, Mark has been branching out into more social pursuits, such as drinking with friends and partying. And based on that leather jacket of his and recent collection of motorcycle magazines, it is safe to assume that motorcycling is likely a likely addition to this list.
| History |
As second generation Americans, Mathew and Hannah Song were determined to provide their children with a life that was much better than their own. Thus, Mark Song was born to a doctor and a big wig at an accounting firm, and had two large worlds worth of expectations placed on him from an early age. The word “extracurricular” quickly lost its meaning to the boy, as his parents required him to attend them regardless of his thoughts on the matter. But while stressful, his childhood was by no means bad in his opinion, as both his parents loved him and his sister dearly, even if they were constantly busy with work even while they were home.
Life went on rather predictably for Mark. He was the stereotypical book smart Asian kid throughout school, which led to him forming few close bonds since he had so little free time to offer. At the time, he didn’t mind this so much, as he truly wanted to make his parents proud of him. And it goes without saying that besides taking Heather Park to prom, as friends at that, his romantic life as always been a bit of a joke. Again, Mark didn’t truly mind as he figured that would find a way to sort itself out once he got a good job. So to accomplish that, he would have to go to college.
Just like that, Mark found himself coasting through his courses at the University of Michigan, in the end following in his father’s footsteps to become a hot shot accountant. His entire life had practically been laid out for him, a fact that had barely registered to him. That is, until halfway through his junior year that his father died and he was forced to face the realities of what was truly waiting for him. High blood pressure had taken his father from him, having quite literally worked himself to death. But it wasn’t until the day of Mathew Song’s funeral and seeing just how little those that had known the man for years had to say that Mark truly understood just how empty the path before him looked.
Something snapped inside of the young man that day. Here he was, twenty years old, and with so little to show for it outside of his academic career. Classes quickly became monotonous, so it was little surprise when he finished the year with the lowest grades he had ever gotten in his life. Strangely, the sight of straight C’s, while horrifying to his mother, didn’t really faze Mark all that much. The achievement that used to satisfy him felt so empty now. The few people around him were not all that surprised when he announced that he was going to take some time off from college.
While initially opposed to the idea, Mark’s mom and just lost her husband and could not bear the thought of losing her son as well, so after some time she supported his decision. And so, for the next two years, Mark started diving head first into things that interested him, no longer unconsciously suppressing the person that he had been for so many years. And then one night, he started having the oddest dreams…

| Family |
Father – Mathew Song 
Mother – Hannah Song (46)
Sister – Grace Song (16)  
| Strengths |
 Surprisingly intelligent and quick witted
 Genuine and honest with others and himself
 Quite good at teasing out smiles from people

| Weaknesses |
Has a small phobia of commitments
 While not necessarily rash, he can seem quite impulsive
 Has a bad habit of dropping things and people once he loses interest


 

The Other
| Theme Song |
If Only For Memories – Streetlight Manifesto
”When all the things that you cherish
Turn in to burdens and there is
No other path to take
You know what you gotta do
But you don't know how
They hold you back
They hold you down
And you kinda' feel bad but you know that you gotta get out
This is your pain your dilemma
Do you stay in the town where they raised ya
Or will you sail away
Pull the anchor and go headed for the come what may
You have to leave
'Cause if you don't, dear
You'll never see the things you read about in books
You saw the films and you were hooked
But everything you want won't come to you
You realize now that you've gotta go see this through”
| Extra Information |
The overachiever lifestyle Mark’s parents forced on him has resulted in the guy being able to play both piano and violin and to be fluent in English, Korean, Spanish, and French
A bit of an accent is present in Mark’s voice, a trait that he is fully prepared to exaggerate to extremes should he believe it will get a laugh out of someone
Lives in a rather nice (and surprisingly clean) studio apartment

Mark Song

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