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  • LOOK AROUND + open, joining/returning

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Ah, Kestrel - it was a name he'd never heard before, but when it reached his ears the sound of it was rather wonderful, pleasing almost. He had heard the name before seeing its owner as he walked over, strides long yet casual before the tall and slender tom found himself stopping besides a larger Skully.


    Ah, so Kestrel was this alabaster femme he saw before him? Huh. Making mental note to remember that face and it's lovely sounding name, Marco stood there silently (and a bit awkwardly, too, which the German could be rather good at around gals or any other girly thing. Explained why he only knew one female really, huh?). However, after a brief glance with almond eyes to Skully, he'd decided he'd maybe introduce himself.


    "Willkommen," Marco said with a dip of his head in his rough native tongue, taking up the opportunity to speak some of the language back home. While to other ears German sounded harsh, he adored the sound if it. "... Welcome, I mean. I'm Marco, Marco Reus, to introduce myself."


    ooc / my muse it's returning *w* yaaaaaas

  • autumn winds seeping in / open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco was out on the few stairs of his front porch, sitting on the second of the three. Around his neck was his black and widely spaced pinstripe scarf, briefly swaying a bit with the days chilly breeze. The guy looked rather awkward, silent as he didn't dare mutter a word. For once in his life, his exterior matched his deep interior - shy and quiet. No longer really cool and collected, oddly enough.


    So why was that? Well, beside his tall, thin figure was a more petite one - a girl. She was an albino, and a very pretty one at that. Marco was indeed aware, for around her he felt like a mere stuttering fool, emotions a mix inside a boiling pot full of other feelings. For some reason, the day or so before, she wanted to be his girlfriend; not wanting to refuse (not to mention he was rather afraid to) and not wanting to see such a fine face cry or be saddened, he accepted wordlessly.


    And so, he sat beside her, every once and awhile quickly glancing at her with almond eyes before they darted off.


    ooc / please wait for deer to post first before doing so yourself!! thanks : )

  • GOT ME UP ALL NIGHT + PRIVATE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco had been out and about too, at this late hour, however he wasn't really stargazing. He'd been doing some of the usual drinking, however holding his alcohol well, he wasn't even tipsy, so no worries there. After awhile of being done suiting hi alcoholic needs, Marco decided to go and take a night walk. It was chilly out, a bit nippy - equipped with his scarf, he took light steps around the neighborhood, carefully not to make any noise that would be too loud.


    Quietly the tall tom sang in German, his whispering smooth. He couldn't help but want to fill that void in the air, that emptiness and lack of sound surrounding him. Though, all of a sudden, his almond eyes spotted something; singing ceased as he spotted an alabaster she-cat. Instantly, he thought it was that albino New Yorker or something he was with for, like, a day. Though over her and the idea that she only wanted him to be her boyfriend due to looks, he still didn't want to run into the gal if she was here.


    But then a sweet sounding name filled his mind. "Kestrel?" he thought aloud, Marco's rough voice and heavy accent filling the air a bit more louder than he would have liked. Muttering a few curses, he scolded himself for making such noise!

  • GOT ME UP ALL NIGHT + PRIVATE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Walking off a drinking binge," Marco thought, thinking of he true answer. "I like the weather?" he shrugged, walking over as he obeyed the femmes request. His ears perked a bit at her accent; it was strange, hearing another different voice that was like his in a way - not the same as anyone else's.


    "To be honest, sometimes I go out into the cold just to be... cold. Reminds me of Germany," he said aimlessly, slowly sitting down by Kestrel but not laying down as his almond eyes flickered up to the sky. "From the accent, I could assume your British? Maybe Scottish or some Irish? If I felt daring, I'd guess maybe Welsh, too." Truth be told, Marco was a well educated fellow. Knew all about his dear Europe.


    For a minute there, Marco was quiet. No words, just a small awkward shuffle of the paws. "... If you are feeling a bit of the chill, you can borrow my scarf, if you want."

  • GOT ME UP ALL NIGHT + PRIVATE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco simply nodded, not really saying anything for a few brief moments. "Giving it to you isn't stealing." he said lightly, face blank. Though, it was visible his jaw was clinched; who knows why. He angled his head a bit, continuing as he turned his attention to her. "I have multiple scarves like this, you know. Same colors. They... They are soccer team fan scarves," he said, feeling like a wait had been lifted off his chest. Marco had never told anyone what they were for before!


    Maybe it was where she was from. But suddenly this spark filled Marco's almond eyes, like that spark a kid got in Christmas when he saw that toy he wanted under the festive tree. It was all thanks to soccer - something he was indeed very, very passionate about. His heart did is leap as he'd got full of hopes... "Do you know... Do you know what soccer is? I know it's big in Britain, too."

  • GOT ME UP ALL NIGHT + PRIVATE

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Of course," he said, unwrapping the scarf around his neck and setting it gently down on the cold ground in a dark bundle. "After all, I offered, didn't I?" While he spoke, it was like Marco was focused not in the whole scarf and her but instead rather something else. The goofball, he was eager to hear her answer in soccer. And boy, when he did, he was cracking a charming however boyish grin.


    "It is, it is! I couldn't agree more," he beamed, sticking out his chest in result of his mini-triumph - finally finding someone here who liked the sport! However, at her question, the knight sunk down a little, getting a bit quiet and grin fading slightly. "Sadly, no. I used to play it back in Germany - we made our own version there, where we'd be able to play it. I was very, very good at it according to peers. We formed our own clubs, even, acting like little fan boys since we'd name them after the big, human ones! It was all firms if wonderful."


    The tom paused a bit, taking a breath. But soon enough he'd be continuing to talk! "A week or a bit less than that, I was planning on teaching some SunClanners and trying to make a tournament after the teachings, though even if I you permission, I decided to abort the whole thing."

  • FRESH POISON EVERY WEEK :: open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"You do know that effects of bad berries don't happen just immediately, right?" Marco chimed in in reminder, frowning slightly at the group. Forget it - he wasn't gonna go eating some random berries. He had better things to do than risk his life to eat some dumb, not even sweet, but sour berries.

  • chip upon my shoulder, days getting older / open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco was out on the porch of his house, looking rather rough and all like he'd had a bad night. Maybe he'd been drinking again? The question could be answered as one neared him, a faint smell of strong alcohol wrapped around him. It wasn't an overpowering scent or anything or stinky, just... there, you know? Marco angled his head to the side, not really doing anything besides thinking.


    The day was cloudy and rather gloomy, not to mention a bit chill. Heck, if it got just a little bit colder, snow would be no surprise. However, he could feel heat radiating off the windows if the house behind him - so his scarf was hung up inside, rather than being bundled around his neck. With a grunt, Marco would take a swig of so,e German brewers work, considering taking maybe a brief walk to push things aside.