<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/>He had a very...very long shower after his diary room session. In his defense the shower had a place to sit...or possibly a place for women to put their foot on whilst shaving their legs.  He felt it made an excellent stool and he took his time cranking the water temperature from cold to hot...and back to cold...and then more hot.  The heat of Majorca enticed him to cool down in the shower...but the hot water just felt better psychologically.  Inefficient water usage?  Sure.  But fuck it...he was on vacation...ish.<br/><br/>People were already in bed with one another and it felt a little odd to walk past them all in his boxer briefs and clothing in his arms, a toothbrush handle first stuck in his mouth and realized just how many people were here that he didn't know.  It felt like how he felt when he first arrived at Fort St. John...awkward...anxious...not knowing where he stood.  He wasn't a fan of feeling like that.  Outside was the plan.  He recalled a number of lounge chairs near the pool and decided that they would work well enough.  Majorca certainly didn't get cold enough at night to require blankets so the chairs would work fine.<br/><br/>He placed a neatly stacked pile of clothing near one of the chairs and let out a content exhalation as he settled down upon it.  He messed about with his phone a bit, wrinkling his nose as he tried to download Spotify onto the phone and repeatedly got denied.<br/><br/><em>"Fascists..."</em>, he yawned...stretching and growling in irritation.  He was going to miss having music but he supposed licensing fees and playing music that was not approved by the producers could be a nightmare for the show.  Tossing the phone off to the side where it landed on the next chair over, it thumped against the mattress before turning over and promptly falling asleep.  Soft and brief snores coming from him now and then as he slept on his stomach like he had just fallen from a great height and landed on the chair that way one arm and an opposite leg hanging over the side.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">05:07</span></strong><br/><br/>Was the display on his phone as silently slipped of the lounge chair in the backyard where he had fallen asleep the night previous.  Pleased that his internal clock was still working despite being out of sorts with all the travel.   It was still dark but there was just a hint of light as the sun grew closer to their part of the horizon.  It had the effect of turning things a surreal blue-grey amidst the darkness.  He found the quiet of the very early morning soothing, the dim light as well.<br/><br/>Soothing but not conducive to getting dressed efficiently.<br/><br/>While being on the island was going to derail his diet, he was not willing to also let it derail his exercise regimen.  The modelling thing had been an interesting distraction but right now...he missed his job.  His real job...and if he hoped to return to it he would need to be at optimum fitness levels.  The job got powers of magnitude more difficult if you weren't fit and if it got difficult...you died.  Worse; someone else might die.<br/><br/>The sun had not risen yet but that was alright.  There would be enough light to get dressed and get started.  He gathered the pile of clothing and his running shoes he'd had the forethought to prepare the evening before passing out from more mental and emotional exhaustion than physical.  Padding about softly in his bare feet and boxer-briefs as he got dressed. Taking a moment to slip on a pair of slim-fitting athletic pants, compression socks and a red ball cap, put on backwards. Whistling softly to a tune in his head as he got down on one knee and began to put on a shoe and lace it up, thinking that he couldn't actually remember a time he had been on a vacation.  As far as vacations go...this was an unusual one with no shortage of drama but still.  It was hard to deny how pleasantly peaceful this moment was.