<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 tight fitting v-neck t-shirt, Simple Black Fossil Watch (http://cdn.bucklecontent.com/media/images/bw3/lg/68870JR1354_BLK_lg_v1_m56577569832871612.jpg), Black Jeans, Citrus 9's (http://images.sneakernews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/air-jordan-ix-retro-black-citrus-ebay-1.jpg)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: 11th St and 1st Ave<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Clint, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Marcellus sat with on the hood of his Prelude, feet placed firmly on the ground as he scanned the street, waiting for his heat to begin. He absolutely hated being in the first heat, he would much rather let some of the other housemates race first unfortunately for him, at this level, they didn’t really have much say in how things happened. His dark hues scanned the streets, looking at the other people who were in his heat. Eventually, he decided that he only needed to see them when they lined up on the spray painted starting line. Marc was pumped, two thousand dollars would be extremely helpful for the struggling college student so he needed to win tonight. Even if he didn’t hopefully he would make a good enough showing so that he would be invited back, along with the other housemates, to events like this in the future.<br/><br/>Those in charge of the race had told everyone to line up according to their heats, down 11th St so the closest housemate to him was Clint. Marcellus knew he had a few minutes until they had to start the race so he made his way over to his friend,<strong>“Hey Cowboy.” </strong>He greeted him with a slight punch against the arm,<strong>“You ready?”</strong>He smiled some, shifting his eyes down the line to his other roommates who were chatting amongst themselves, especially in Heat 4. Somewhere deep down, he wanted to be in Heat 4, there was something comforting about racing with his housemates. On the other hand, racing in Heat 1 allowed other people who only knew him as Star and Jason’s roommate to focus on his driving, it gave him a chance to stand out.<br/><br/>Marc hadn’t been standing with Clint long when he heard them calling for those racers in Heat 1 to line up on the starting line to prepare to race and pay their one hundred dollar entrance fee. Marcellus tapped the cash in his pocket as he made his way back to his Prelude and said a little prayer, if he couldn’t win tonight we asked that he, at the very least, not die. His right hand pushed the key into the ignition and flipped it over, the car roared to life causing other people to do the same. He was happy that he was the first car on the line and pulled up so that he could be on the inside of turn one and two. He guessed that if he could make it through the first three turns with a good place he would be able to get into third and fourth which were his power gears, and be able to make a good showing out of the race.