<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/><hr/><br/>She had a real nice..."just woke up thing" going on.  He found himself wondering what her hair smelled like.  What the slender line of her neck smelled like.  There was a warmth to her smile and her eyes...well...yeah.  Eye contact was never a problem for him but Delaney upended all of that.  It was difficult to deal with her eyes really...he felt a bit...laid bare before her gaze.  Like she was some manner of imperious queen from one of the books he had read when he was little...like Galadriel when she said that she would be beautiful and terrible as the morning and the night.<br/><br/>All shall love me and despair...<br/><br/>He gave her a small, secretive smile at the thought before he drew in a breath and focused on what she asked.<br/><br/>He tried to settle more into the chair.  They just weren't built for guys his size...<br/><br/><em>"So my really real job is smoke jumping."</em>, he paused a moment and narrowed his eyes slightly, making an estimate about whether or not she would know what that is.  Figuring her job...he guessed she might.  He then smiled...reaching back and rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.<em>"My unreal job of late...for the last six months I've been doing some modelling.  It's an unmitigated disaster."</em>