<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Burnout-Marcellus2.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Marcellus Smith</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181182.msg8664684#msg8664684)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: '99 Prelude (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Marcellus-PreludeSH.jpg[)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Shirtless, Black Basketball Shorts, Nike Flip Flops<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside, working on car<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Demi, Blake, Jason<br/><hr/><br/>Marcellus had made his way around the car and checked all the pressure of the tires, which were all perfect and had pulled the second of four spark plugs out of the engine for inspection when two small hands slipped up around his face and covered his eyes. Marc’s heart jumped a little as he had been caught completely off guard because of his focus on his vehicle. He stood up to his full height as a smirk ran across his lips.<strong>“Weeelllll…”</strong>He started, dragging his words out of dramatic effect,<strong>“I'm assuming that it’s time to play guess who.”</strong>His hands came up to touch hers, hoping that it would give him some sort of idea who was covering his face. They were soft, it was the first thing he noticed, his fingers traveled down to her wrist and up her arms as far as the awkward positioning of his arms would allow.<br/><br/>He decided that it would be almost impossible to pick out who was who from this position although, if he thought about it at the time, the height difference between Demi and the others might have narrowed it down a bit or at least took Blake out of the choices. Marcellus spun around quickly and reached out to grab his attacker by the waist before she might be able to run away. Marc’s face slid into a sneaky, almost devilish smile when he realized Demi was the one who had covered his eyes. He pulled her in a little closer, his eyes locking with her blue hues. His mind couldn’t help but shift back to the night he first met Demi and how Star put him on with her, for a while, his focus left the race that was coming up.<strong>“Keep on putting your hands on me,”</strong>He warned her jokingly as he let her go,<strong>“You might unleash the beast, girl.” </strong>Marcellus laughed at his own foolishness and eyed Demi’s outfit guessing that she was probably going on a jog or something and his suspicions were confirmed when Blake showed up in similar attire. He couldn’t help but wonder how long she had been watching them or if she had been a part of it the whole time. Either way, he gave her a little wave before turning back toward his open engine bay,<strong>“How was your nap?” </strong>He asked over his shoulder before returning the spark plug to its correct location. Then, he heard Jason's voice and peaked back over his shoulder again, seemed like this was a roommate jog, hopefully, he didn't get invited because exercising before a race always made him feel slow. He needed the adrenaline and built up energy, he felt like it made him perform better. Marcellus took a post race romp in the sheets to a pre-race workout any day, not that he couldn't do both.