Marcus Wraysford
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Post by Marcus Wraysford on Mar 11, 2013 16:51:11 GMT -6
“Done and done,” Marcus nodded along, chuckling at Justin’s text, “Nice little preview into what I can expect in the future?” He was distracted by his iPhone then, “Yeah? You were holding out on me, Biermann,” he muttered in reply whilst saving the boy’s number into his phone, glancing up at him and flashing a smile of amusement at the whole performance piece business. It sounded like the kind of thing Marcus had seen way too many examples of – he had an unfortunate tendency to fall for artsy theatre-studies types – without actually understanding what the point of that medium actually was, aside from being downright irritating. The gap between his eyebrows creased slightly in confusion as Justin talked about his self-awareness, “Mate, you’re not that bad… or at least, you’re not that bad so far as I can tell in the time we work together and the boundless time we spend in the same room when I do that awkward, sleepy ‘hey, morning’ thing at your place when I come to pick up Kyle for our jogging.”
Marcus fell into the silence easily, simply smiling in a friendly way along with it and not finding it particularly as uncomfortable as Justin seemed to. But he snorted softly in amusement all the same at his comment to break said silence, “By all means, turn it off if it avoids me having to clean up your grinded skull from behind the counter-” he trailed off then as the coffee shop’s door was wrenched open and before he knew what was happening Lillian Turner was excitedly asking Justin to guess who she’d been drinking with. He shoved his phone back into his trouser pocket and merely raised both eyebrows in surprise at the other guy, a quietly amused smile just about hidden as he turned away momentarily to move some empty cups into the back of the shop.
“Hey, Boris is fine by me, it’s not offensive, I’ll take it,” Marcus agreed quickly, sensing it would be more trouble than it was worth to try to disagree with Lillian in this hyper state. He leaned back against the back counter top and looked across at her with a curious expression on his face, “Yes you can have cake, we’d be throwing it out anyway so yes. I’m sorry to hear that, I don’t know, ask our scary boss. Uh… Tony Blair? Bill Clinton?” He cast a glance to the guy with the laptop, someone she’d also clocked too apparently, “Yes he is still writing that book… yes he does think he’s GRRM but it’s no ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ he’s writing, I can tell you that. No, I suspect I haven’t guessed correctly, and Justin please hurry up with the bloody cake, will you?” he recited, answering all her questions in succession in an (undoubtedly fruitless) attempt to keep up with the endless stream of them.
His ‘quietly amused by the situation’ smile turned into a grin as Justin joined in on Lillian’s demands, even prodding him repeatedly in the arm to encourage said guessing. “Have you ever realised that she has an odd effect on your behaviour? Not bad, mind you, just… yeah…” he trailed off, intrigued by this, before turning to the girl in question. “Lady Gaga? No, Beyonce? Tracy Emin? Danny Boyle?” he jokingly guessed. “Alright, I’m out, I give in.”
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Post by Lillian Turner on Mar 15, 2013 10:27:07 GMT -6
"Coffee who? No, sensible guesses Lagerdude, jeez!" she shook her head at him before jumping up on the counter & sitting where she probably shouldnt but this was Lillian & Lillian didnt care.
Taking the cake from Justin, she sniffed it before shrugging her shoulders & tucking in, smiling at Justin as he shouted at Boris, her influence had clearly rubbed off on him & she was proud.
"Cant you just give me a job? I'd be kickass at serving coffee, I'd wear a little belt with cups in & a backpack full of coffee & just be like 'pew pew pew' coffee shots!" she nodded her head, speaking through a mouthful of cake with crumbs going everywhere.
Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes before looking from one boy to the other "You pair are useless! None of those peeps, and not that one Lagerdude made up....Lacey Holloway!" she did excited face and waited for the guys to join in, her face falling slightly when they just seemed....confused.
"She used to pick on me at school and tell everyone I was a rugmuncher? Turns out...well...I cant say but lets just say that she's into furry cups if you get me? Yeah, we got drunk & she totally fancies me or something" Lillian shrugged nonchalantly before nudging Justin with her elbow, "So its a gay person fancying me instead of the other way about! Remember when I told you I fancied you? Haaaaaawkward!" she laughed, pushing more cake into her moouth, "Do you have any more? This shit is good!" she nodded her head.
"Oh forgot to tell you, I've been doing some undercover surveillance at Bux & Nathan has been on 3 dates this week. Not one of them were hotter than you but one did have a really nice scarf" she looked at Justin, thinking she'd knit him a scarf so he could one up this new guy.
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Marcus Wraysford
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Post by Marcus Wraysford on Mar 15, 2013 13:09:24 GMT -6
As Lillian revealed it was, in fact, Lacey whom she’d been drinking with, his face scrunched up in confusion, “Lacey? You were drinking… with… Lacey? She bullied you?” he repeated, somehow he couldn’t imagine the picture. He became oddly quiet and pensive as the girl went on to reveal other things, more personal things, and anxiously ran a hand along the countertop absentmindedly, “Yeah um… now might be the time to tell you I… actually uh- I share a flat with Lacey?” he piped up, not quite sure why he felt this was a tentative issue but it felt odd to him. Like the two sides of his life crashing together. He’d kind of suspected Lacey might be a bit in denial about her sexuality but, as previous conversations had proven, he had a usually terrible gaydar as a general rule.
Then, his gaze shot to Justin as he realised what Lillian had just said, “Wait, what? You fancied Biermann?” he asked, not quite sure whether it was appropriate to find this as outwardly amusing as he did. “How nice was this scarf?” Marcus asked conversationally, “He had all his dates in Starbucks? You know, the more and more I hear about this guy, man, the more and more I’m convinced you’re so better off without him,” he mentioned to Justin with a slight disappointed shake of his head at Nathan.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Mar 15, 2013 16:47:25 GMT -6
Justin looked puzzled for a second, before he figured out who Lillian was talking about. He just remembered Lacey as a somewhat bitchy Slytherin who was always clinging to Natasha, which... sort of made sense now, he supposed. "Yeah, I don't really know that girl... but can one of you tell her to stop throwing drinks on people? It's becoming a real slipping hazard," he said while prodding a piece of cake towards Lil. He was exaggerating slightly -- it was only one time -- but one time was one too many, in his estimation.
"Hey. Don't sound so shocked, Boris. Sometimes people fancy me," Justin joked. He then frowned slightly, eyebrows pulled together at the mention of Nathan. "Whatever Nathan wants to do, it doesn't bother me," he repeated the party line he'd been telling himself. Though... while he would never admit to it in a million years, knowing that none of Nathan's dates were better-looking than him was deeply satisfying in the vainest part of his psyche. "No matter how nice that guy's scarf is. He can date as many beautifully-scarfed men as he likes. The entire H&M winter catalog, for all I care."
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Post by Marcus Wraysford on Mar 15, 2013 18:54:17 GMT -6
He couldn’t help but grin as Justin talked of Lacey throwing her drink on someone. Yeah, actually, that sounded about right he realised. “Look, me and Holloway share a flat, that’s all. That fact doesn’t entitle me to tell her how to live her life – believe me, I know, we’ve had this conversation before,” Marcus told them, only half-jokingly.
Quickly back-pedalling, the boy raised his hands in a defensive manner, “I didn’t mean I’m shocked that people fancy you at all, I mean of course people could fancy you. Why not? You’re attractive,” he pointed out simply, not even realising he’d said it aloud to be honest, sometimes his mouth just kept moving and sounds came out without the filter in his brain stopping them. “I just meant… that it was funny… surprising rather… that Lillian didn’t see… that… well that you…” he trailed off, constantly worried about putting his foot in it (so much so that he actually probably put his foot in it more by trying to avoid conflict), “Oh, never mind!” he gave up, even his shoulders slumping in defeat as he gave up on trying to rectify the situation and just let the awkwardness sink in.
His head snapped up, his gaze meeting the other boy’s again then, “Riiiight. So, humour me, if Nathan walked in here right now, all over some random guy dressed in a scarf, that wouldn’t bother you? Not in the slightest?” Marcus asked Justin, casting him a highly unconvinced glance and folding his arms over his chest, all in a show of scepticism. “H&M did do some pretty good scarves this winter though,” he broke off the disbelieving act for a moment to agree to this rather salient point, “What? So their models aren’t exactly terrible looking either, be-scarved or otherwise. Sue me.”
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Post by Lillian Turner on Mar 18, 2013 18:42:07 GMT -6
Lillian looked at Boris and let her mouth fall open into an 'o' shape, "Yeah she was vile to me in school. But, we cool now. I told her all about Robbie & she told me all about her little secret and now we're like super mates. Like...super" Lillian nodded her head, hoping Boris wouldnt tell Lacey that she'd revealed all, she hadnt meant to but Lillian was as subtle as a brick to the face at times.
"I uh...I kind of encouraged her to do that but in my defence she did it to cheer me up because of Robbie, you know?" Lillian suddenly found it hard to swallow the cake, it seemed even more dry & she wasnt sure if herinability to swallow was due to the cake or the fact she still couldnt really say her brothers name without choking up on tears. She hated feeling weak and sad so she shook her head and coughed, forcing herself to swallow the goddamn cake before pushing the plate away from her, suddenly not wanting to eat anything more.
Grabbing Justin's cheek a little too roughly, Lillian did pouty lips at him and spoke in a babying voice, "How could you not find this little cutey wutey attractive?!" she slapped his cheek lightly before looking at Boris, "If he ever goes straight, he's so mine...aint it true Lagerdude? We're getting married if we're single at 40" she nodded her head before pointing at Boris, "See! He gets the scarf thing...scarfs can be hot. We need to scarf you up like a motha-fuckin' pimp, daaaawg!" Lillian nodded her head, pulling her phone out & loading up Ebay to see if she could find a nice but cheap scarf for Justin to transform himself from hot to wowza.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Mar 18, 2013 20:59:49 GMT -6
"Oh. Well. That's... sort of nice of her? I guess?" He searched Lillian's face for a second before wordlessly taking the plate she'd pushed away. He felt guilty for spending so much time dwelling in his own problems, which were relatively inconsequential, and decided to focus on trying to make Lillian happy.
He then stared at Marcus/Boris with a slightly amused look. "That I'm... what? Blond? German?" he suggested facetiously before clapping him on the shoulder. "Joking. It's cool. And, uh, thanks." He stopped to scratch behind his ear, a nervous tick he couldn't seem to break.
"Nathan did that while we were dating, so..." he trailed off, not entirely sure what point he was trying to make. That his ex was basically a douche, probably. Self-consciously rubbing the spot where Lillian had grabbed his cheek, he looked over her shoulder to see what she was looking at on her phone. "It's nearly spring; I don't need a scarf. Can't I just get a polo shirt? Some sensible khakis?"
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Post by Marcus Wraysford on Mar 19, 2013 16:38:25 GMT -6
Now it was Marcus’ turn for his mouth to fall open into a similar ‘oh’ shape as Lillian explained about how Lacey used to treat her at Hogwarts, “I don’t know… I never thought about her as a bully. Though… I guess I don’t really think of what she was like at school. Me and Lace, we have our own shit, we just share a flat… we occasionally accidentally ‘share’ with each other when one or both of us has drank a little too much wine,” he shrugged casually, chewing on his lip slightly anxiously at the over-share Lillian had just done about said other female. He nodded quietly as she mentioned Lacey’s stunt being to try to cheer Lillian up because of Robbie, “Yeah, I can understand that,” he muttered. The one thing he did know about Lacey was that… well… she tended not to be so great with the actual experiencing of emotions but she was oddly supportive and loyal in actions what she couldn’t quite say in words. So, in hindsight, flinging a drink in some guy’s face in an attempt to cheer up someone whose brother had just tragically died seemed plausible. A little skewed in terms of logic, sure, but perfectly plausible.
“No! I’m not saying that you’re like overly gay or camp or whatever so that you have a big flashing sign above your head,” Marcus blurted out quickly, trying so hard to dig himself out of the hole he’d somehow managed to drive himself into. That happened way too often in conversation in his life, it was part of the ‘speaking first, then realising what you’ve just blurted out later’ characteristic he unfortunately had. He relaxed visibly, however, as Justin clapped him on the shoulder in a friendly manner, “You’re welcome,” he muttered through an equally awkward smile as he cleared his throat and shifted from balancing mainly on one foot to the other.
His brow furrowed deeper as Justin pointed out that Nathan was all over dudes in scarves while they were dating, “Oh god, mate. What a douche. I’m sorry, okay, but… wow,” he whispered the last word as though too in awe of just how shitty Nathan was coming across as right now. “Remind me. Why did you date him?” he asked lightly, shaking his head in disbelief at the dude he didn’t even know but he’d sure heard enough about him to form a hell of an opinion. He was momentarily distracted by Lillian’s comment. “Hey, don’t worry, I wasn’t trying to intrude on your territory there,” he joked, holding his hands up in a show of surrender as the girl staked her claim on Justin ‘if he ever goes straight’. “When you say you’re getting married if you’re both single at 40, did he know about this before now?” Marcus asked, looking to the man in question with a highly amused grin at the very idea of it. “Oh, I get the scarf thing, Turner. However, I might suggest March is not the time to be pimping Biermann out with one.”
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Post by Justin Biermann on Mar 29, 2013 18:19:28 GMT -6
"Maybe a flashing sign would help," Justin said dryly, pretending to consider this. "Oh hey, there's this game I like to play when Kyle's here. It's called 'Tits, Bro!' and you basically just act like a really stereotypical aggressively straight guy, to your own amusement. I suspect it would be exponentially more fun if you got in on it, with zero explanation."
Justin shrugged. "Dunno. I don't think I actually liked him all that much? It just seemed more comfortable, you know. Routine. It was easier when I was in the Auror program, because I didn't really have time to think about it. In retrospect, he was always kind of smug and condescending."
Still leaning over the counter to surf eBay with Lillian, he laughed. "I'm going to be optimistic here and say that we won't be single at forty. But if you ever want to raise a small army of adopted kids together, I think we'd strike a good balance between 'fun' and 'boring disciplinarian'."
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Post by Marcus Wraysford on Mar 30, 2013 9:26:31 GMT -6
“I think flashing signs of sexuality would help everyone. I mean, for one I wouldn’t have drifted into some slightly R-rated daydreams about Kyle’s cousin Aaron only to have them cruelly dashed upon learning he was 100% straight,” Marcus commented, putting on a sad puppy-dog face at the thought with a heavy sigh, “Those are some damn good genes in that family, is all I’m saying. Can just one of them be gay, I’ll take bisexual, just a little bit?” he asked, looking skyward as though pleading to the Almighty to make this happen. His gaze returned to the other guy as he talked of the game he liked to play when Kyle was around, a grin slowly growing as Marcus considered the potential for amusement, “I am so in. Well played, Biermann, well played,” he enthused, clapping him on the back.
He nodded, “Yeah, I’ve been there, mate. A lot, actually. Like, I’m pretty sure I was so scared of what would happen after I broke up with someone so I just… didn’t… and it went on like that for six months before he finally pulled the plug and I only realised how I’d only been in it for the routine after he dumped me and I realise I didn’t feel… well, anything at all.” Marcus looked sympathetic then and nodded, “Yeah. I’ve never met the bloke but with the picture you’ve painted… he sounds a bit… well uppity and pretentious. Sorry.” He watched absently as Lillian and Justin looked at eBay on her phone, “That’s it, screw it, get him a bloody nice scarf.”
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Post by Justin Biermann on Mar 30, 2013 10:16:50 GMT -6
"Me too!" Justin seemed delighted by this, both because he wasn't alone in his suspicions, and because now he wasn't technically a liar for pinning his curiosity about Aaron on Marcus when he'd 'subtly' asked Kyle about it. "He definitely pings, right? I mean, I'm sorry. But he does," he said as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. "Anyway, I can't date blonds. Lookalike couples always freak me out. I'm pulling for you with Aaron's brother, though. If it happens, make sure to relay all the details to Kyle. He really enjoys that."
"Ha, this guy looks like Boris," he said to Lillian while pointing to a tall, skinny ginger wrapped in a gigantic scarf that threatened to envelop his entire upper body. He spun the phone around for the other guy to see. "Boris Wraysford, secret scarf model?"
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Post by Marcus Wraysford on Mar 30, 2013 10:52:14 GMT -6
“I know, right? He doesn’t just ping, Biermann, he full on… buzzes…?” he trailed off, uncertain of how that continuation of the metaphor sounded, before he shook his head to shake it off, “Look, I don’t know what it is about him but there’s no way he’s at 100% hetero, I’m sorry I refuse to believe it. Well my brain doesn’t want to believe it, to accept that another member of that family is completely off-limits to me. One of these days I’m just going to full-on ask Clarke if he’s never thought about kissing a dude and I’ll just blame it on alcohol making me asking personal questions.” He laughed good naturedly at Justin’s encouragement of him dating Aaron’s brother, “Not gonna lie, I think it’s mainly the bone structure that does it for me. That level of jawline perfection is not entirely human, it’s just not. Oh, why oh why must you be so straight Aaron Clarke?” he shook a fist in cursing at the general sky area.
He frowned slightly, “What? No!” he let out a snort, popping up on the other side of Lillian to look over her shoulder, “Ha. Yeah, like that looks like me,” he retorted dryly but shuffled anxiously onto his other foot at this. There was a period, he recalled, when he’d just ran out on the Ministry internship he was meant to be working at and a mate had put him onto a modelling agency. He’d earned a bit through it, mostly minor stuff, but the photos he’d done for some clothing lines (mostly independent stuff, no big names) occasionally popped up on the Internet. Mostly it was Lucy who was the whistleblower on them, by means of sending him links to the shots with the simple comment of LOLLLLLLL. He hoped to whatever God there might be out there that Justin and/or Lillian never happened across them.
((ooc: Just because there are some funny photos of Eddie Redmayne modelling stuff, I figured I couldn't deny the opportunity for someone to happen across 'modelling pics of Marcus' haha.))
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Post by Lillian Turner on Apr 2, 2013 17:57:56 GMT -6
Lillian shrugged her shoulders, "She was a bully in the past but she apologised and y'know that takes a lot of balls so....we cool. Dont tell her I told you....she might bully me again & stop liking me" Lil pouted before nodding her head, looking between Justin& Boris as they spoke about Nathan before interrupting, "Nathan is like the biggest douche ever, I didnt like him at first because he was dating Lagerdude and I wanted to but then I got over him & still hated Natahn so y'know...you should always listen to me because Im like always right or whatever. And of course he didnt know, surprise Lagerdude!" she smiled widely at Justin, she didnt harbour any feelings of lust for him anymore but she did love him to bits, along with Adelle, he was her most bestest friend in the whole wide world and she hoped the feeling was mutual. "For the record, we'd be awesome parents!" she laughed, falling silent as she thought abouth er own love life which was frankly non existant and she frowned slightly, "Hey...you think Im girlfriend material? I've never been out with anyone...do you think I scare people?" she asked seriously, feeling slightly uncomfortable before forcing a laugh, "Like I care, right?!" she continued to laugh, before turning her attention back to Ebay.
"Sensible isnt working for you in the 'bag a hot man' stakes so no...nothing sensible. I will get you a nice swag tshirt so you can yolo to your hearts content...but Im going to knit you a scarf for the winter" she nodded her head and laughed as Justin pointed out that the model looked like Boris.
"So....." she started, looking towards Boris, "You're single and gay right? You two ever thought of hooking up?" she asked with her head tilted, not stopping to think whether or not that was overstepping the mark.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Apr 4, 2013 20:05:54 GMT -6
"Yeah yeah, I know you all hated Nathan from the beginning. In my defense... none of you have seen his abs," Justin added self-deprecatingly. He then looked up at Lillian and furrowed his eyebrows. "Lil... of course you are. That's ridiculous." One of the few benefits to Justin's default know-it-all tone was that it imbued everything he said with a sort of reassuring confidence. Of course he was right. He was Justin Biermann. He scored perfectly on his NEWTs! "There's some dude who wishes he had someone exactly like you. He's probably just too dumb to do anything about it."
"Sensible-me bagged a hot man! Once... oh, and no one tell me what 'yolo' means. I have a feeling I wouldn't like it. I've gone this long without learning what it stands for, and sadly it's becoming a point of pride for me."
Without even looking up, Justin deadpanned, "Oh, we're hooking up all the time. Really makes the shifts go by quicker."
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Post by Marcus Wraysford on Apr 5, 2013 13:41:44 GMT -6
Marcus looked to Justin as he spoke to Lillian about being ‘girlfriend material’ and then he nodded sagely, “I agree with the previous speaker. I don’t see why you wouldn’t be girlfriend material. You don’t exactly ‘scare’ people, sorry to disappoint, Turner, if that’s what you were going for or whatever.” He looked between them as they talked of Justin’s clothing, “Y’know, he does have a point, as much as Nathan seems like a bit of a pretentious douche, on reflection, he was hot so… something must be ‘working’, as you put it,” he pointed out, gesturing vaguely to the other guy absentmindedly with his hand. “Oh god, Lil, please do tell him what YOLO means, I can’t wait to see his reaction.”
As Lillian asked him about himself he then looked confused “Uh yeah… guilty on both counts, Your Honour…” he confirmed, a bit tentatively because he suspected wondered where this was heading, glancing to Justin as the boy deadpanned, answering in the affirmative. “You said we should keep it between the two of us!” he exclaimed in a scandalised tone, complete with an overly dramatic gasp of surprise, then feigning genuine hurt at Justin deciding to make them public. Then his expression fell and he became serious again, commenting offhandedly to Lillian, “Just… no. Believe me, I’m not his type, I’m no Tom Hardy and I don’t have abs that would render my personality defects tolerable like Nathan’s apparently did. And he’s not mine, no offence but I mean for one you’re not a total dick who walks all over people, Biermann, so it would be a somewhat left-field choice on my part,” he joked easily with a laugh.
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