Marcus was a drunk. Worse than that, he was a drunk with powers. Even worse than that, he was a drunk with powers, who was only twenty-two, still a college student, and not yet fully in control of said powers. You see, Marcus is undead. Now you might not get it by looking at him, as he doesn't look undead, or smell undead, but Marcus was shot through the heart a year ago. Caught in the crossfire during a bank robbery. He dipped into hell, and found himself back upon the earth, with no memory of what happened between getting shot, and waking up in his own grave a week later.<br/>Marcus had gone drinking the night before, just like he goes drinking nearly every night. So, now he was passed out in the fountain. Completly underwater, lungs full of water, and an empty beer bottle clutched loosely in his right hand. Something inside him must have clicked as his eyes opened and he sat up, coughing the water out of his lungs. His jeans, grey t-shirt, white sneakers and dark grey jacket were all soaked through, from having spent the night underwater. He saw the boy looking at the fountain. "Aren't you a little young to be attending College, kid?" He called out as he raised the beer bottle to his lips, only to realise it was now only filled with water. "Fuck." He said as he threw the bottle away from himself, in disappointment. He turned to the two women. "Morning ladies." Marcus tried to stand, but his legs gave out, and he fell rather ungraciously back into the fountain. Struggling to his feet again, he slowly made his way to the edge of the fountain. He took off his soaking wet jacket and tossed it onto the path. He managed to climb out of the fountain, so he was standing between the two women, and the being that looked like a small child. He held up a single finger to motion for them to wait, as he started coughing. He kept coughing, coughing more and more violently. Until fluid started to leave his lungs. Hos lungs were full of water from spending the night underwater, and he needed to get it out. Otherwise, mould. Mould tasted like shit, and Marcus didn't want to taste it for at least a week before whatever was keeping him alive got rid of it.<br/>Standing upright he turned to the two groups, and the conversation he had just interrupted. "Do either of you have the time?" He asked polietly.