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</div><b>Name:</b>Marcus Heidrich<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>München, Germany<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Monday, 5th of July 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Bedroom --> Bathroom --> Interview room --> Villa pool<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Dark blue T-shirt, grey shorts and bare feet<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Grace<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Open<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">There were only moments before the song would wake the islanders when Marcus' eyes opened and wide. He looked around for a brief moment before attempting to sit up. His muscles felt stiff and his body as heavy as lead. The unpleasant taste in his mouth was the second thing he was aware of, the first one being the pain in his head. This was the second time he broke his own rule, and all for the sake of marginal comfort that never truly brought any satisfaction or the desired effect. He remembered everything, every last moment from the very start of the game all the way to that last, lingering thought before his thoughts turned into a blur, each felt as if it lasted for hours, rather than seconds. When the song finally resonated through the speakers, he forced his sluggish body out of the bed and into the bathroom for a much-needed mouth rinsing. There were thoughts inside his head, now that he managed to sieve through the emotions and he was reminded before the show even started that he should make at least one visit to the interview room and share his thoughts. And that was what he did before the 'reward' was to come.<br/>​</div><div style="text-align: center">-----------​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
Sitting down on the sofa, Marcus felt a bit too comfortable. He was so used to sitting on an office chair, that everything else that increased the angle of his body beyond ninety degrees, felt rather odd. First, he sat down and tried to make himself as comfortable as he could, though his body still yearned to feel that solid support behind his back. His eyes glanced around before looking up at the camera, acutely aware of those silent gazes, both by the producers and by the public... The latter was the one he felt more uncomfortable from. He could say that this felt like a confession, though there was a level of confidentiality that the priest was sworn to uphold... where here, every single word would be judged. And he couldn't lie, that made him a bit anxious. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Uhmmm..."</span> he mumbled, wondering how to start <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I don't know how to start this... Perhaps I haven't sinned enough for this."</span> A soft hissing sound left his nose as he exhaled in amusement <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"The mattresses are ausgezeichnet (excellent). I thought I would feel my spine begging for my own couch but... these are truly worth every last cent..."</span> A short pause, running his fingers through his hair, letting them linger at the back of his head for a few extra moments <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"My impression? Colorful."</span> His tone became lined with his staple seriousness as he looked up at the camera, arms draped over his knees.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I expected to see a lot of interesting people... It is impossible to say that they are uninteresting. Some are what I expected them to be, some actually acted the way I thought they would."</span> A soft chuckle ensued <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Nein, nein, nein... I haven't figured anyone out, but... Do you know that moment when you look at someone and just that look gives you a wild imagination and you... think they are perfectly suited to do something and you realize they actually do that? It's gratifying but... for some people, it just solidified my opinion of them. I won't say who they are, of course. It would feel as if I am tattling on them."</span> A moment of pause and the soft crackling of the speaker proceeded a neutral-toned voice.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"What do I think of Arisa? She is a good woman. At least based on what little time we spent together. Honestly, I think anyone would be lucky to be paired with her... though not everyone deserves her. Especially in this group. I feel like I may be among them. The day is going to be long and I do hope to clear some misunderstandings with her, mostly one that was from yesterday. A lot of misunderstandings happened last night... a few hearts were broken. I want to say no one was to be blamed for it... but that would be a lie. I most certainly blame a few people for it and I am not feeling any guilt about it."</span> He leaned forward slightly, planting his elbows onto his knees, fingers intertwined on his hands <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I was taught not to judge someone unless I want to be judged. Not sure if it was meant as some philosophical stance of life or perhaps what people would call karma or even some religious mantra... I personally always thought that I shouldn't judge others based on my own perceptions, however flawed they are. But here... here I noticed people judging others. I think I, too, was judged in the eyes of other Islanders. That is enough for me to not feel guilty for judging them. I am sure that won't make me popular."</span> he sighed heavily as he stood up while servos of the camera wheezed as it adjusted to look up at Marcus' face <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"But I learned that being silent here is detrimental... just as showing feelings to someone who doesn't feel the same towards you is detrimental."</span> That was the last sentence he uttered before leaving the room. For some reason, he felt he should look around just as he left the room.<br/>​</div><div style="text-align: center">-----------​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
This was the first time he skipped his morning workout routine. Marcus knew perfectly well that it would alleviate the pain in his muscles, yet he could not do it. Not today. He will have to do it tonight or tomorrow, and make up for it. For now, he decided to grab a bowl of cereal and some milk. Full of sugar as it was, it always made him feel better in the morning... even if he did want to push it out of his habit. Still, with his bowl filled, he made his way toward the pool, sitting down by the edge of it, greeting those who are there, if any is still there.​</div>