<div class="floatleft">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F55%2Fff%2F94%2F55ff947afff9e9df4b4d00815f299988.jpg&amp;f=1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019, early...early morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside villa - by daybeds<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Slim legged athletic pants, no shirt,  red compression socks and running shoes, red ball cap turned backwards Logo on Front (https://smokejumper.ca/assets/uploads/2016/10/parattack-logo.png)<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Written on back</div><div class="spoiler_body">Crew 7 - Bricks</div></div><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one as yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Delaney<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Startled, he froze in the middle of tying his laces.  He suspected that there were people using the daybeds considering how many people were currently in the villa but he didn't think he was being so loud as to wake someone up.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes a moment...really not wanting a fight with another of the women in the villa.  Only to then open his eyes and turn his head to regard the sight before him.  A semi-tousled, semi-scowling, semi-darling looking woman.  It took him a moment to place the face in the dim light.  Each passing heartbeat, the sun grew closer to the horizon and the darkness subsided revealing more and more of his surroundings; up to and including the woman who was sternly asking him questions.<br/><br/>It was Delaney. Which was odd because she wasn't inside sleeping with whomever she was coupled with.  He shook his head slightly, still kneeling as he spoke.<br/><br/><em>"What are you..." </em>, he shook his head slightly and lowered his tone to something more quiet.<em>"I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean to be so loud.  Are you alright?  Why are you outside and not with your partner?"<br/></em><br/><br/>He realized the last question was possibly a more personal one...particularly to a woman that was giving him a bit of a glare from atop her fortress of blankets and cushions.<br/><br/>He suddenly felt a bit...uncovered at the moment as he hadn't bothered with a shirt...normally he wasn't so "hey look at me!" , but in this case he had been given the explicit instruction to get air time and...well...he suspected he knew what would get him more air time.  So...shirts off when and where possible.  That and even though it wasn't as hot right now as it would be later in the day...it was still hot.<br/><br/>Majorca...lovely; but the heat hammered him flat.