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Marcus didn't have much. Back home his room was pretty sparse and orderly and he had personal things sure. Here on the island was a totally different matter. The few things he had were placed in spots Marcus felt they should go. The only thing he really cared about he wore. Looking around he leaned on the wall and sighed. It was...naked. Just bland and blah. Dorm life in college at least he could have gotten some posters to hang up or different colored sheets. A TV maybe. Granted he preferred books to reality TV, and Games to those, but...would it kill just to give him a beanbag to slouch in sometimes?

Maybe it would. After their 'evaluation' Marcus bet somebody would just put something in the beanbag to ******** with him. Why? Well why not, so far a lot of things he'd never expected to happen were happening. Things...attacking mentally. Kissing a girl he hardly knew-

Speaking of which, after the evaluation they'd gone their separate ways. He'd not sen her and with his spartan room- er- semi decorated, (or as decorated as it could get), it was a better time then never to find Cassandra. Hey, maybe he could get another make out, slip her some saliva. Kill some time in that kind of way. Or he could ask her out on a date.

He liked the idea of a date.

Apparently his dorm was a bit more distanced than the others in the hall. Half way down said hall. A bit bothersome, but it was in it's own way nice. He'd not have to worry about noise and if he liked he could be loud. Though, Marcus couldn't think of a reason to be loud. Unless he got a keyboard. Then all bets were off. He'd crank that s**t.

Down the hall he smiled to a few of the other but the girl that got his eye was the one slapping her door. Did she really think post-it notes would be effective for very long? "Hey." One arm propped him on the door frame as Marcus smirked. "So- evaluation. " Did his eyes just flick down for a second? Maybe. "Uh yeah. Things got a bit crazy rushed back there didn't they?" He gave a nervous laugh. Way to go hot shot.

"True, we could have decided to end our lives in a cowardly route to escape what we thought was our inevitable demise." He shrugged, as if it really did not matter. "But that wasn't the case, got to admit it however, they got us damn well. I was..assuming we really were going down. The sheer size of what I thought we were fighting-" He gave gave a half hearted laugh, rubbing the back of his head.
"I'm just glad it wasn't real. The idea of being eaten alive or worse, becoming just like those? Resident Evil style? No thanks. I prefer being alive and able to fight to see the next day." The event he'd not even touched on yet. The event being making out while said zombies came after them. "But-" He held up his arm, grinning. Nothing. "Peachy aside from of course moderate annoyance but hey, gotta give us a test make sure we aren't seriosuly nuts and have balls I guess."

Marcus figured the fact that they hadn't pissed themselves, frozen up, and had all fought back meant they all had balls of steel.

Cassandra included. "So Cass." Marcus took a deep breath. "Um. About that whole...thing. With the um- and the- Yeahhhhhh." His face was slowly going red.

He truly was a modern Romeo.

Marcus stared at her. "You what?" His voice was a deadpan. His brain had a moment of 'wat' going on. "You-" He was trying to just fathom why she would do such a thing. "You shot your head off?" He was looking at her with both a new found fear and curiosity. "I- well I really don't know what to make of that exactly." Taking one's own life for whatever reason was a foreign concept to him. One plus one equaling four type logic there.

Shaking his head he had to block out distractions. He'd come looking for her for a reason. He was going to deal with that reason and he'd be damned if he just up and avoided it. "Yes." He stood, back straight. No more leaning. No more fidgeting. He was going to grab this issue by the balls and deal with it like a boss. "Our spur of the moment make out and-" Pink was not all over his face. "Other such promises. Or rather, my insinuation that we would become more intimate after provided we should have survived." Oh god he had done that hadn't he. "And we survived."

So they had and now Marcus almost regret it. At least zombies didn't make him feel awkward about killing a girl her hardly knew. "So as stands-" Marcus allowed a small nervous shuffle of his feet. "I leave it up to you in how you might like to go about this. I would like to get to know you better, but if you honestly don't want such a thing I'm not going to pressure for it. But-" Marcus smiled. "I would like at least the chance to take you on a semi- proper date if just to make up for the lack of one."

"Oh god. Those...things." Two hands went to his chest as if to cup something. When he realize just what he was doing he stopped immediately. "I want to chose mine next time. God just awkward. I hope I never have to do that again." He liked boobs, just not thinking he had boobs himself. That was just weird all around. Off topic, get back on topic. Stop derailing. Marcus had to keep focused! Not avoid- that. That being the fact he kind of did want to make out again, and mostly because making out was easy and fun.

"So, judging by the color of your face you kinda get why I think we can just...brush that aside shall we?" A light cough. Unable to meet her eyes, Marcus looked at the ceiling. So very..blah. Like the rest of the building. The tango- "Oh, oh god no. No horizontal 'date' tango. Not yet, bu- just- wait s**t that isn't what you said ********. Ah just um-" Foot in mouth. "No. Date just a date like a walk or dinner. We probably can't do much but..hang out anyway. But Yeah Cass." Reaching her grabbed her hand.

"I do want to at least get to know you. If anything that test did show was that the reality is life is short. If I just sit around then it's a waste. If I focus on the inevitable then I'm going to miss out." He smiled, putting him self a little closer to her. "I don't want to miss out on the opportunity." Now that didn't sound sexist did it? "To get to know you. Not the um- whole nations bit. I am fine with that on back burner." Red face, so much red in his face. "The far, back burner."

Nervous laughter? Check. Red in the face? Check. Still wanting to make out with the girl even with all his fumbling? Double check plus. Marcus never had trouble with girls before the island. He liked to think he could totally win them over and be a smooth operator. But the island was like a giant monkey wrench thrown into his plans along with the live monkey. His game was off.

Plus he had no idea how to take her out on a date when he had no idea where they could go or what they could- Oh they could do but that was not the do he wanted to jump into and ******** his face was the color of blood wasn't it? Better that head then yeah- This was his train wreck. Choo-choo.

He gave her hand a squeeze. "So." He took a deep breath and smiled at her. He could face monsters. What was one cute girl? Girls were beautiful monsters, but he didn't mind. Not in the slightest.

"A date then. Just us. Hang out maybe explore a bit?" Sure it wasn't dinner and a movie, but..it was close. Close to normal as they could get if anything.

She liked the idea. The fact she was open to the idea of dating, island or not was a nice normal thing. Something in his gut to him nothing was really normal, but to have that small taste of normalcy? Yeah. Marcus was down with that.

"Well, um. To be honest, I'm not sure where we should start." Up and down the halls people milled about. She wanted a bit of a thrill though. Debating if that was a good idea..he considered his options. "I'd say we hold off on getting outside of the dorms, we're still new and s**t. But, dorms are dorms doesn't hurt to explore this building at least."

The idea of making sighs for the doors with colorful crayon- "Maybe they're waiting for us to settle in before giving us nameplates. Until them numbers? Does annoy me since. augh." He rolled his eyes, giving her hand a tug as feet carried them down the hall. "Beta I was just a label. Didn't we get our names already? it feels like we're back to square one."