Marcus Orien rolls over in his large king size bed, dreading the coldness that falls over his bare chest as the thick black comforter slips down his bare chest. He rolls over onto his back and opens his dark brown eyes. The coldness of the room making goosebumps form on his bare chest and his nipples to harden just a little. He rubs a hand over his chest and lays there for a moment. He finally glances to his bedside clock seeing it's 4:32 and he cusses. Damnit, hate sleeping late. He thinks as he slowly sits up lazily, yawning as he does.
His dark brown nearly black hair pulled back in a short ponytail that was keeping his hair from his face. He hate his hair being in his face, um what does he like? Busty women, hung men. Oh the usual. He thinks with the faintest of smirks as he pulls the comforter back from his body. Dressed in a pair of black silk pajama bottoms, he moves swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He looks around slowly coming from the daze of sleep and waking up to the real world. The freezing cold real world, he's not that bothered by the cold. He shrugs his shoulders and gets to his feet.
He wonders how is Levena and what she is up too. Last time he have seen her she was pretty angry still, with her husband's death. Dale, he was a friend of his father's. He feels slightly bad for leaving the town all those years ago to just come back now when he could have possibly been helpful those two months ago. Oh well I'm here now. Levena can keep me or ditch me. Well I hope she doesn't choices the later. He thinks as he licks his lips and rubs the sleep from his eyes. Well I am working am a teacher now, just like father. He shrugs his shoulders carelessly once again.
He decides he'll head out today, maybe there's something interesting out. He moves for the bathroom thinking of plans for the day.
Marcus moves into his bedroom once again, the thick white towel still around his waist. He walks towards his wardrobe and licks his lips. Moving with a air of confidence and prides. He moves his hands out to the doors of the wardrobe and opens it. He looks inside as he does rubbing his fingers though the fine fabric of his clothes. He's looking for something a little simple today, he thinks as he rubs the hair on his chin. He cocks his head as his dark eyes runs over it all.
He finally moves his hand to a white short sleeve sleeve with a pair of black jeans. He pulls out the clothes and lays them on the bed. He pulls off his towel and pulls on the pair of jeans, he don't wear boxers. He then pulls on the shirt and and moves to his boots. He takes a pair of white socks and pulls them on. He then slips his feet into his boots. He moves to his dresser now and take the brown small bracelets that resemble belts. He then slips on a pair of multicolor bands on after that.
He rubs a little grease over his hair to keep it in check and then sprays some cologne on. A nice smelling kind, spicy and cajun. He likes it, so do the ladies and men. He shrugs his shoulders and looks around. He then moves to the stand by his bed and takes his brown wallet into his hands. He slips the wallet into the back of his jeans and then slips on a black jacket. He looks himself over nodding to himself. His body then wavers like when a stone is toss into a river and he thinks of the mall as he shimmers there.