I gotchu))

Harlow had been upstairs for the past hour or so, having showered and then done her hair, as well as change. She finished putting in her ruby earrings with a small huff, quite displeased for having to leave in the first place. She observed herself quietly in her floor length mirror, vaguely running a hand over the intricate bun that had taken her about half an hour to do. Her makeup was simple except for the black cat eye and dark red lipstick, which stood out well. It was a 'gala' and she had been given strict orders on what kind of dress to get. It was dark red, off the shoulder and had a somewhat wide hoop skirt- it was essentially a ball gown. "God forsake the assasin who thought these were fun." She muttered blandly, stepping into her heels with a huff, then lifting her head as she heard the doorbell ring. She sighed and grabbed the elbow length white gloves that were also a requirement, throwing them on and giving the mirror a sidelong glance. After, she shrugged and opened her door, walking slowly down the stairs because she couldn't see her feet and was 100% sure she was going to die. She glanced up to see Mark on the couch, shooting him a small smile as she reached the foot of the stairs. "Hey, Mark. Your baby sitter is here." She teased, walking past him and toward the front door, much more sure of herself on flat ground.

He'd found himself with one of her books, sitting on the couch in silence. Til he heard the clip-clip of her heels as she walked by. He looked up. "Figures." He sat up, memorizing the page number. He sat the book down and almost immediately started staring at the fancy red dress..or her in it. "You look nice."

Harlow glanced back at him with a smile. "Thanks." She called, lightly brushing her fingers across her hair before she reached the door. She opened it and was greeted by a blonde, blue eyed man in jeans and a black shirt. "Hey, Ian." She nodded, shuffling a little awkwardly when he said nothing, but stared at her for a few moments. After a bit, he seemed to register that he was expected to... talk. I "Oh. Hey. You look gorgeous." He smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets. Harlow gave him a small smile and stepped back, gesturing for him to come in. "Thanks." She nodded vaguely, letting him walk past her before she shut the door. He seemed to know his way around her house, and was in the living room before she could give him directions. She followed him quietly, seeing as he had turned right into the kitchen without noticing Mark in the slightest. I "So, he's in the basement I guess?" He asked boredly, turning to look at her nonchalantly when he noticed the other man on the couch. "Well, he's-" She blinked as she got cut off and Ian shoved her behind him, now brandishing a kitchen knife. "...in my living room." She said blandly, glancing over Ian's shoulder in confusion. I "Well, he obviously-" Harlow shoved past him, snatching the kitchen knife and giving him a flat look. "Not dangerous, and sitting on my couch like a civilized human being? Yeah." She nodded, walking off to put the knife back in her knife block while Ian looked... incredibly confused.

Mark was quite cautiously and silently curious of the man. Ian. He faintly smiled at the man when he glanced toward the living room. He looked at Harlow, mildly afraid and looking for guidance because the handling of the knife was pretty disconcerting while they were talking about him right in front of his face. He was nervous, most assassins weren't as pleasant as Harlow was. And at the moment his arm still wasn't well enough to fight back should anything happen.

"Why is he tied up?!" "He got up too fast! Heading to your kitchen OBVIOUSLY to grab one of the knives from your knife block." "-muffledly- I was trying to get a poptart.. :c"))

AHAAAA NO IM DOING THAT NOW))

Harlow rolled her eyes and walked back to Ian, standing between him and Mark. "Ian, Mark. Mark, Ian." She said vaguely, giving Mark a reassuring smile. "So, Mark is a nice guy who I happen to be holding hostage. He's chill. He'll probably read or play Mario cart or some shit while you're here, so don't stab him or anything. He's a nice house guest. If he wants anything, he can get it himself. You have full reign of the house. Don't kill each other. Have fun." She listed off vaguely, giving Ian a pat on the shoulder and walking over to Mark to ruffle his hair. "Have fun with your babysitter. I'll be back at 11." She smiled, proceeding to walk off and out of the house. Ian was giving Matt a... not friendly look.

He two-finger waved at Ian as they were introduced, not offering a handshake because Ian was not friendly enough for him. He smiled up at Harlow as she ruffled his hair. "Have fun." He watched her walk off, shifting in his seat. He looked up at Ian and gave his a blank stare. Letting the uncomfortable silence settle in.

Hehe skip?))

Hehehe yes))

Eeee you wanna start with whatever predicament sir Mark has gotten himself into?))

Hehe sure)

Mark was sitting on the floor against the chair, his right leg splayed out and his right curled up. His arms tired behind his back. Ian was standing by the window waiting. He could see a mild shine on the floor all the way to where Ian had put him. He had his head down, wishing she would just ..come back.