<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/36827_421832359861_518524861_4822950_3819136_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Taras Ivan Markovski (Pronunciation: Ta-<em>rr</em>oss Ee-von Mar-Kovf-skee)<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Co-Leader / The Muscle<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the open Dining Room<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Ally<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">He didn't even notice it, but the rest of what was going on in the room seemed to zone out into the distance whenever he was talking to Allison. That was one of the reasons that he was able to speak more freely with her and not really think about what he should or shouldn't say. There was also the off-chance that he might show a hint of expression every once in a while as well. Ally's gym jokes actually sparked a slight chuckle from Taras. The humor in her words was mostly for the fact that he knew she had no intentions of starting a gym routine. She might make it once or twice - then he envisioned her kicking something across the gym floor in frustration the same way she had booted the wrench. It was then that he'd noticed her disguised compliment, and surprisingly it didn't make him feel the least bit awkward. When she extended the joke out all the way to talking about female body builders he just winced slightly. <br/>     <strong>"Please no."</strong> He said evenly. There was nothing worse in his opinion than a girl with layers of visible muscle, especially taking it to the extreme of bodybuilding. Taras was about as big as a guy could get before you pass into that stage of self-obsessively working out to get just freakishly huge and ugly. Most of his time spent in the gym was to vent anger that would otherwise end up coming out incredibly destructive. He actually wished she would be interested in working out with him once in a while. The loft had a little weight room in it - which the entire Crew pretty much considered another room of his own. Even though it was there for everyone, Taras used it at least ten time more than the next person. <br/>     <strong>"I'll help you get that thing straightened out tomorrow."</strong> He didn't ask. He had a feeling she might be too stubborn to accept it if he went that route. So he just stated it plain and dry, leaving no room for objections. As he was reading her reaction to his words he noticed the fatigue in her eyes and that there was something weighing her down - even though she had done an excellent job hiding it so far. Taras was not the type to be careless with his words though, so he made a mental note to bring it up later in private. He did show just the slightest look of concern on his face - so she would know that he'd noticed something. Allison and himself had spent enough time together that their understanding of each other's little nuances went a long way, and they could catch things about each other that even other members of the crew wouldn't notice. <br/>     He took another drink from the bottle of Stoli he was holding in his hand and the raw vodka burned slightly on the way down. He didn't want to completely overwhelm her with a barrage of intrusions into her life - having already forced his way into helping with her car, and hinting that he would be wanting to know what else was going on with her. So he opened their private conversation back up to the larger group. <strong>"Quite a turnout we've got here. It's too bad that Chris and Rosha aren't back from Texas yet. I thought they'd have made it back by now."</strong> Especially with the way Chris drives. There were several reasons that the Crew tended to look up to him - even Taras - and his driving was surely one of them.<br/></div>