<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>: Black beater and basketball shorts<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio -> Kitchen -> Pool<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Jason,<strong>Blake</strong>, Star, Housemates<br/><hr/><br/>Marcellus nodded a little as a welcome to Jason who had just appeared from around the back before he shook his head softly. Before moving into the house, Marcellus would have never listened to country music outside of a country night at a bar now however, the thought of drinking a beer in Mexico did appeal to him slightly thanks to Clint's influence.<em>Speaking of beer,</em>he thought silently as he pondered getting up and going to the kitchen just as Blake exited the house. Marc raised a finger with the intent to ask her to grab him a beer however, it turned into an awkward wave once he registered her body language. He slouched into his chair and decided to try and catch the next roommate who appeared hoping that he could encourage them to go and get him a beer. In the meantime, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone so that he could scroll through tumblr. His dashboard was filled with a bunch of car junkie stuff, dream cars and ideas for different configurations, it was a racers dream.<br/><br/>Marc had got so caught up in tumblr that he completed missed the arrival of Adriano.<em>Damn it.</em>Luckily, Star showed up soon after with gifts of chips. Marcellus quickly snatched up the smoked bbq chips and pulled the bag open so that he could devour them.<strong>"Thaaank you."</strong>He said as he popped the first chip in his mouth, zoning out in the smoked goodness that was the chips. Star broke him out of his pleasure coma by tapping him on the arm and complaining about the music. In response, he shrugged,<strong>"Hey, I told The Lone Ranger cut this shit off."</strong>Unfortunately for him, Star's selection in music wasn't much better and the overwhelming desire to shoot himself returned once she turned her music on. Frustrated by the horrible music, Marc finally got up out of his chair, leaving the chips on the table, and headed to the kitchen to grab a beer.<br/><br/>He swung the door open rather quickly causing the beer in the refrigerator door to clank around loudly. He just knew that he had caused one or two to fall but was pleasantly surprised when he found that had not happened. Marc grabbed four beers and headed back outside and placed two on the table, hoping someone would grab them before they got warm. He then headed toward the pool, sitting down beside Blake and twisting the two beers open, offering her one. Before he could say anything to her, he turned his head to listen to Clint's food announcement, then turned back to face her.<strong>"Long day?"</strong>He asked sincerely just as Billy Ray Cyrus came through the speakers.