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MARSHALL LET out a frustrated groan, “I wasn’t saying you were wrong, man. I was just saying I’m getting the spaghetti. You’re not in court, lay off will you?”

“See when you put it like that,” Lucas couldn’t help but point to the menu off to the side. “You’re still wrong and I’ll stick to my own choice.”

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Hoping that the man’s license was indeed somewhere nearby to be found, Brady nodded. “I think it’s possible, anyway. Worth looking, right?” As the other man gestured towards him, Brady headed towards his shop just down the street a couple of doors. “And if it’s not there, we can always ask some of the other places around here too.”

MARSHALL LET out a heavy breath. The man was right. It was worth looking, at least. He wished he could have that kind of easy optimism. “right, right. well lead the way, man,” He said, as he fell into step behind Brady. The town was still pretty foreign to him and it showed. “that’s a good idea. I can’t have lost it more than twenty minutes ago, but I guess that’s long enough for someone to find it,” The question was: did they take it?

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MARSHALL HADN’T been planning on going out to the festival. But while sitting at home he couldn’t help but feel like he was missing the festivities. As much as he hated crowds, he hated boredom more. He’d only been half watching the performances, enjoying the music for what it was, but finding all the splendor that went with it a little too much. A drink, that was what Marshall needed. He ordered a gin and tonic, glancing over his shoulder every couple minutes to keep tabs on what was what. The last thing he had expected was for the announcer to show up at his side. “uh- yeah. it’s cool, man,” He said, a little lost for words. “wouldn’t usually show up to this kind of thing but I have to say, I don’t hate it,”

It’s that time of the year again which means that Preston is a busy little bee, running around to make sure that everything is working the way it’s supposed to. Good thing he has a very talented assistant who he trusts or he would be in a very bad mood right now. He spends the entire afternoon working on the last preparations, up until the moment the event starts. The local band is ready and people are excited to get it all started. The time comes and Preston takes the stage to thank everyone for attending the event and introduce the band. “ - let’s have a great time, yeah?” Applauses all around and the members of the band make their way up the stage. Preston walks up to the bar and asks for a beer, watching the performance from a distance. “Enjoying the show?”

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“You lost something?” Dahlia questioned. She had seen a few personal items left at her bar almost every night. “Perhaps you lost it at my bar. I can give you an early look. It’s hours before I’m meant to open but if you’ve lost something then I’m sure I can let you in before hours.”

“YEAH, my license,” Marshall said -- not quite a growl but something akin too it. He was clearly on edge. “I thought...” He put a hand to his forehead, thinking back to the early morning. “I thought I had it before I left but I could be wrong. I’d really appreciate it if you let me in. If anyone lost it it was drunk me,”

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Brady was just heading back to his studio for the day when he heard someone shouting, and it took him a couple of seconds to realize that it was directed towards him. “Me?” He pointed to himself after turning around, as a man came up towards him with a slightly frantic expression on his face. “Here?” Brady was puzzled, he didn’t recognize the man but it was a busy spot downtown, his studio nestled between some of the more popular shops. “Actually no, I haven’t seen it, sorry. Have you checked inside any of the shops along here? I’m on my way back to my studio right here, I can see if someone turned it in at the front desk though.”

MARSHALL WAS  glad to have stopped Brady of all people. He never would have thought that someone may have turned his card in. His faith in humanity was waning, while the other’s thrived, it seemed. “anywhere, I didn’t walk far,” He said as his brain grasped the other man’s words. “do you think someone could have? I’ll take any help I can get, man so I’ll trust your gut if you want to check,” Marshall offered with some enthusiasm, he gestured for the stranger to lead the way.

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ALEXA was actually enjoying the day. it felt peaceful and after everything that’s been happening, she kind of forgot what it was like to be in an environment where it wasn’t so crowded. it felt nice for a change. it certainly made her feel relaxed, but there was also a part of her that missed being in a big city and she missed singing on stage. she knew she needed this break though. continuing her walk for a while, she was about to go inside a cafe when someone called after her and turned around because of it. she tilted her head to a side before shaking her head. ❝ Sorry, but no. do you need help finding it? i was just going to grab a cup of coffee, but it can wait, ❞ she responded, taking off her shades and placing them on her head.

BEING THE man he was, Marshall assumed that Alexa was probably one of the only people who would be willing to help him look. His military career had warped him in ways he couldn’t even begin to understand. Marshall let out a sigh of relief and nodded firmly. “thanks, ma’am, if you have time I could use the help. I’ve only got two eyes and frankly I’m freaking the fuck out,” He wasn’t in the mood to sugar coat it. Marshall had had his identity stolen before, to have it happen again just seemed...pathetic in all regards. Despite being the picture of anxiety, he thought he should try to be kind. “you can grab your coffee first, though. it’s fine,”

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Millie, acting on some sort of silly instinct, raised her hands in a mock surrender as the man approached her in a jog. “Your drivers license…? I haven’t seen any drivers licenses. They’re pretty easy things to use. Have you checked with the police or something? They might be better help than I am considering I lose my glasses when they’re on the top of my head at least twice a day.”

MARSHALL RAN a hand through his hair, clearly on edge. He could hardly believe the reality of what he’d done. “no? fuck,” He hissed, pacing with anxiety now. “sorry, I mean -- that isn’t the kind of thing you go to the police about. Waste of public resources. If I can’t find it i’ll have to...well I don’t know,” This wasn’t a credit card that would become null and void if he got a new one.

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the young brit was quite taken aback when someone as gorgeous as marshall had approached him, blinking a couple of times as it took him a moment to register what the other was saying, “uh…sorry. i haven’t. but if you’d like, i could help you look for it?” oliver offered with a small smile, “perhaps you dropped it?”

MARSHALL LET out an aggravated sigh. At the very least, he found the man’s casual demeanor calming, even if the situation itself was rather stressful. He was completely oblivious to the other’s attraction. He’d always been like that, but especially now that he believed love was dead. “please,” Marshall said with clear relief. “could you, man? I must have. I walked maybe a block from my place, and I had it when I left,”

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It took him a moment but as soon as he looked down at his own jacket the male caught onto what the other he was looking at. Scanning the new male over for a second he tried to pick out the branch but came up with nothing. “Oh right man, thanks, you in the service?” He questioned before he moved forward to shake the others hand. “I’m ‘Harry’ but I suppose for you call sign might work better, Hunter, more natural to hear anyway. They stick to actual lunch times around here?” They didn’t look like they stuck to much other than planning crazy events. He could see why his dad had left that was for sure and he had no idea why his sister wanted to stay, but she always had managed to get her own way with him.” 

MARSHALL HADN’T officially served as a pilot for a number of years, though it wasn’t something he felt ashamed in disclosing. “no problem. yup,” He said with a firm nod “five years as an airman with the USAF, but now I’m grounded now. for aviation systems management,” Marshall explained casually, glad that he didn’t have to explain the specifics of his situation for the first time in months. He was all too happy to give the other’s hand a firm shake, offering him a nod of acknowledgment in the process. “Marshall -- Dodger, if we’re going by callsigns,” He offered a small smile. “seems like, it’s a tiny place, I’m sure it’s run like clockwork, when it’s lunchtime, it’s lunchtime,” 

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TO SAY MARSHALL was paranoid was the understatement of the decade. After everything that had happened to him, he’d developed an almost compulsive habit of checking and rechecking the personal items in his wallet. Ironically, this constant shuffling put his belongings more at risk than if he’d just left them alone. Taking his wallet out for what must have been the third time that morning, Marshall realized his driver’s license was missing. He’d been forced to retrace his steps, all the while muttering swears to himself. He probably looked far from approachable, but that didn’t stop him from calling out when he caught someone’s eye. “hey, hey!” Marshall shouted, jogging up to them. “Look, I lost my driver’s license. Have you seen it anywhere by chance? I was here last time I took it out,” Well, he hadn’t written off the human species as a whole. That was something.

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MARSHALL HAD his own fair share of daddy fatherly issues. His own dad loved him, sure. But he was...unintentionally undermining, and it made Marshall almost resent his opinions ( especially when his old man was right ). He was just mulling over the recent phone call he’d had with his dad, the I-told-you-sos that overshadowed all of his attempts to talk about his actual problems, when Thierry came along & interrupted his revive. “sorry, man,” Marshall said cautiously. “are you talking to me or just...venting? I’m new around here, so I don’t see how I could have fucked you over, just yet,”

Thierry scratched at his chin in a clearly agitated manner, feeling the stubble there and silently making a note to himself to shave soon, as he stared down at his phone. He’d just finished talking to his father, telling him about the gym and how he’d finally saved up enough from Billiard Bros to buy it out from it’s now previous owner…and of course, he’d expected Richard to be proud. After all, Thierry was making a name for himself around town, now - a good one - and he knew that the only thing that could potentially make Richard Holiday proud of you, was keeping up appearances and making the Holiday name look good. But once again, Thierry was disappointed in his expectations when it came to his father. The man had simply said “That’s two under your belt, but you can do better than that, Thierry. Try harder.” like he hadn’t just been told that his son had made another successful business deal. It wasn’t that Thierry wasn’t used to being brushed off like that by either of his parents, but it still fucking pissed him off. Usually he only got this worked up when one of his siblings told him about their own shitty treatment from Richard and Sharon, but this time, he’d let his father’s words get to him. With a despondent huff, Thierry plopped down rather ungracefully on the nearest bench, not even caring about or noticing his surroundings, and vented loudly, “This is literally the last fucking time I’ll go to him with anything!” He was so done with his father at this point. Thierry knew he should have called one of his brothers or sisters instead with the news, rather than going to father first, because now his excitement about being the new owner of the gym had all but disappeared, his good mood completely destroyed.

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oh hi there, welcome to holiday, MARSHALL “DODGER” VAN DER BYL. you’ve been here for ONE MONTH? awesome! you look just like BERK CANKAT, it’s crazy. oh, so you’re a/an THIRTY-THREE year old AVIATION SYSTEMS TECHNICIAN. and you’re CISMALE and use HE/HIM? okay, just checking! oh, people say you’re QUICK-WITTED & TRUSTWORTHY but IMPULSIVE & STUBBORN? well, i’m sure that you can prove yourself here. you’re looking forward to the CHRISTMAS celebration? that’s a good one, you’ll love it. i have to get going now, bye!

Marshall Van Der Byl was one of those children who knew what he wanted to be the moment the question was presented to him. He adored planes, more than anything in the world and knew his future was in the sky. 

His father was a military man and brought home with him a sense of national pride that he instilled in his son. Though his words always came with a warning: Marshall was too young to understand what service meant, and would not be permitted to serve until he had ( at the very least ) completed university.

So the idea floated from Marshall’s head for a number of years. The passion for aviation was still there, but he allowed himself to explore other options. He wasn’t dead set until he was forced to watch Wings (1927) in his history class. It seemed he was the only kid in class that actually picked up on the movie’s meaning, That it was a love story between two pilots -- even going so far as to show the first gay kiss ever in american cinema. ( receipts -- this shit is gay ).

but Marshall’s dad was still against it. He didn’t think his son would have the stomach to serve when the going got tough. He managed to get into his head.

The thing was, Marshall was just as passionate about the mechanics of the planes as he was about flying them. When it came time for university, he enrolled himself in two programs at two schools. One for piloting, and the other for aviation systems management at a local college. To fall back on, as he explained to his family. It was hell for four years, doing night classes and getting his courses cut down to the minimum so he could handle his work load. He managed to pass both, somehow. 

When he was ready, after a year off to rest, he joined the military. Aged 23. He was a member of the air force, enlisting for a six year run.

The badge almost went to his head. He got cocky and brash, pressed on by his fellows, who had much the same attitude. In time he thought he was beginning to loose his sense of self. not to mention how...hard it was too see hardships of war. He couldn’t help but think that what he had seen wasn’t even been the worst of it. That every day he might be put into a situation -- a dog fight, a rescue mission -- that might really fuck him up. He wanted to preserve his sense of self.

When his six years were up, Marshall applied to be an AST instead. A year later, he was running out to the planes to do maintenance as the pilots climbed out of their seats. 

that’s all i have for backstory rn. there’s def something else there but.....i don’t know what yet. maybe he gets conned. maybe he has a scandal idk

HEAVILY subject to editing when i’m less tired/have his back story sorted out better!! and i’ll....rb it when i do that

Marshall still uses the hanky code in the year of our lord 2k19

def part of the NGPA (National Gay Pilots Association) man he’s j like that

his callsign: “dodger” is a play on “dodge her” because there was a girl lusting after him first year that he avoided like all hell

but now they’re besties 

has a pet cat! his name is Wilbur and he’s actually evil. will sit on his chest and knead if he sleeps in

big yes to coffee big no to tea

can drink a leprechaun under a table

beard vs. no beard are different moods for him

has so many tattoos but some include: a triangle with a depiction of the sky, a bar code on his thigh, a sound wave and a compass on his right breast.

this is........a mess.....im working on it ok

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MARSHALL WAS more of a civvie than your average airman, mostly because he’d spent the majority of his career on solid ground, fixing up the planes rather than flying them. That also meant that his days lacked a lot of the structure and isolation felt by his colleagues. Still, a vacation was much needed. and he’d found himself in Holiday, of all places. Quaint and quiet just as he’d hoped. The perfect place to wander. Marshall hadn’t been planning to approach Harry, but his eyes were drawn to the pin on his jacket. Naval air force, he knew. “oh, sorry man,” Marshall said quickly, tapping his right breast to indicate what had caught his attention. “but it is--” he double checked his watch. “thirteen hundred hours, so they’re at lunch probably,”

harry was unsure of what to do with himself. he wasn’t used to spare time, there was drills, flying, work outs, mission planning. each part of his day had a structure and a purpose and he didn’t remember the last time he’d been given so much time of. hell it was weird enough to be be back on solid land for the pilot. he couldn’t believe he was actually so bored he was at the tourist stand in the middle of town, but this was where he had found himself. feeling eyes on him the male rose a brow. “i’m new, so sue me, do people actually not use these things here?”