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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 (Munich), Germany<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Sunday, 4th of July 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Red boxers, bowtie and horns on his head<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Arisa Victoria Taylor<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Victor (<a class="username" data-user-id="5510" data-username="TopNotch" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5510/">TopNotch</a>), mentioned Olivia (<a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a>) and Rebeckah (<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a>), Open.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Hey, you said it, not me."</span>Marcus grinned as he responded to Victor's own self-label as a 'jerk' and even chuckled at his own weak jest<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"It is never going to be easy and we rarely look like good guys. That's the big game. It is always rigged and even if you are always focused, determined on one specific path or relationship, there is always a chance you'll meet something unexpected that is going to turn everything around." </span>At the end of that sentence, Marcus turned around and looked around himself, partly to let the situation sink in and partly to see if anyone was nearby. His gaze was particularly set in the direction of the terrace, though the clear vision was obscured from this side and angle.<br/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Don't let the Weltschmerz set in, alright?"</span> he added, taking a pause though realized that Victor may not understand the term <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"It's... hmmm... it's a word we have for when you feel the weight of the world dragging you down. Seems to me you may be in that situation. Everything depends on why you are here. The way I see it, the way I understand, Rebeckah is the one who will make the choice. Hey, if you stick with her, you are doing the rest of us a huge favor!"</span> Marcus exclaimed with jubilation as he patted Victor on his shoulder <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"A noble sacrifice. But yeah, it may push Olivia aside but she can also pick someone else as well."</span> A short pause ensued and he continued once he collected his thoughts once more and properly translated them into English inside his head <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"But, if you are here because you are looking for love... then none of us have the right to judge you. Who are we to decide whom you will grow to like? So, the way I see it, while the situation may have been done differently... it is better that it happened earlier, rather than later. In that regard, you have my respect."<br/>
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Then he grew quiet, not to cause any awkwardness, but rather to listen to what Victor had to say. True to his expectation, Victor did not seem like a bad person. By far, he looked better than most men he met in Berlin or Frankfurt... at least Victor was honest and he gave no lies as an excuse. Oh, how many times did he hear <i>'It's not what it looks like'</i> or <i>'I can explain'</i> or the absolute worst <i>'This is your fault, not mine'.</i> He reached for the last spoonful of yogurt with the last blueberry to eat, trapping the fruit between his lips as he listened to Victor's explanation of his work. This made him pause, and after a moment he sucked in the blueberry, showing no intent to hide his growing agitation.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Everyone on this Island is either a model or has a great job except me, huh?"</span> He let out a low growl, though he soon turned his mood into a semi-genuine content <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Seriously, was 'great success' a prerequisite for entering this show?</span>" he snorted, not hiding that he was impressed <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"That does sound important and well-paid. Not going to lie, it's a lot better than what I do. On the bright side, besides me and Olivia, that makes you the third person who does 'honest work' Everyone else seems to be a model."</span> Then he took a pause again, cleaning his lips from any residual food that might be stuck <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I am a programmer. More specifically, I design code for programs and applications, then send it to designers who turn it into said program or application. So a lot of my work is just starring at lines. Sometimes I get a code sent to me to either fix it or make it better. And before you say it..."</span> he rose his hand, grinning ear to ear as he was trying to stop Victor from saying anything <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"It's not nearly as 'cool' as it seems. When you fix something, you seem to be using your knowledge and experience in engineering to fix a problem... I just fix typos and insert missing semicolons that are breaking the program. It... really not that interesting but... I like it."<br/>
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"What do you they are talking about?"</span> He asked, only after a long session of silence before he looked toward the terrace <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Rebeckah and the rest of the girls. You seem like the guy who has a lot more experience than me in that area."</span>​</div>