Damarco had tossed and turned pretty much ever since he had been cast from the place he once called home. The nightmares had become more real, and lately the Aurazin had been beside himself about everything. The sadness from not knowing what was going on had become too much for Damarco, and so he had been taking up plenty of time in the gym, finding that a punching bag was something that eased him, even if only a little bit. Damarco had been helping the other Aurazins as much as he could when it came to reminding them to eat, sleep, and overall, just blend in and act as normal as they could. But, Damarco was also guilty of corrupting those who didn't mind taking chances, those who liked having fun and breaking the rules sometimes. Marco was young, and sometimes it really showed in his actions. 

The young Aurazin stretched his limbs as he laid in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering what today would bring for them all. Answers? Most likely not. The Aspects still were no where near figuring anything out as to why the Aurazins had been cast out and bound to the earth with humans, and the Aruazins themselves couldn't figure out why either.So, with knowing that it was out of his hands, Marco figured he should worry about the things he could control right now. He knew everyone was doing their best, and that's all they could expect from Lucien too. Lucien was someone Marco held near and dear. Ever since the elder Aurazin saved Damarco from voidlings, Damarco had clung onto, and stayed as close too Lucien as possible. He often found that he felt pretty vulnerable and scared in public situations if Lucien wasn't there to guide, or help him. 

Marco wanted to figure out what the reason behind his nightmares were, why all of a sudden now, he was dreaming of voidlings, nightmares that they had followed him here to earth. That must have meant something, right? Either way, he decided not to become transfixed by those horrific thoughts, and rolled out of bed to shower, get dressed and make his way to the gym. Damarco hadn't had the pleasure of meeting all the other Aurazins yet, and frankly, couldn't wait to see more of his kind. He felt most secure when he was surrounded by those like himself. He felt so alienated and vulnerable in this new life, stuck on earth and unsure of when they'd get to go back home. Learning to eat and sleep like a normal human had also come with plenty of downfalls. Damarco ended up eating something with sugar in it anytime he could, which wasn't good for his kind, and there had already been an incident where he'd gotten a hold of pure sugar. 

The Aurazin decided he was going to attempt to behave today. He couldn't help but touch every little thing he seen that fascinated him though, and often got called down for it by the older Aurazins. They called him down, simply to keep him out of trouble, and at this rate, he felt like the child of the family. Once Marco reach the gym, he headed straight for the punching bags and began wailing on one. He typically exhausted himself in the first five minutes which made him aware of how much anger he had inside of him, or maybe not anger, but frustration sounded more like it. Today like any other day, Damarco refused to leave until he felt better, and that never happened until he punched one of these bags so much that he busted it. 

He couldn't help but notice the male on the other side of him, who seemed equally as frustrated with something as Marco himself did. With a few more punches to the bag, the young Aurazin stopped and caught his breath. He made his way to the other male with caution, as to avoid startling the male. "Bad day?" he started off simple, unsure of what else he could say. That's how Damarco always started though, then it was one question after the next until the other person became completely annoyed by his presence. The Aurazin sighed to himself before glancing up at the male he had approached "I'm Damarco" he offered a friendly smile, and figured he wouldn't run the questions into the ground just yet, he realized he needed to take it easy on his fellow Aurazin's, they were under so much pressure as it was, without Marco adding annoyance to their plate. He definitely hoped to make a few new friends within his faction, and possibly within the city in general.