<div class="floatleft">(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>: Living Room -> Patio<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Housemates, Demi, Clint<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Shit! Shit! Move the fuck out of the way!"</strong>Marcellus hollered at the television screen as he sat squarely in the middle of the large, round couch with his feet propped up on the oval coffee table. On the screen, men dressed in black suit's, equipped with different kinds of guns fought off an endless horde of zombies.<strong>"God Dammit that was close." </strong>Marcellus muttered a bit, his voice lowering as the excitement on the screen lowered as well. He, and three strangers from across the globe, had made it through twenty waves of Zombies but now Marcellus was out of ammo and running out of time to go and get some. Curse words filled with frustration filled the air as Marcellus’ character was knocked on the ground and the screen slowly filled with red.<strong>“Come on motherfuckers... help me up.”</strong>However, his wishes were not granted and childlike laughter filled the speakers signifying the game being over.<br/><br/>At the same time, some horrible noise could be heard from the back of the house. It sounded like a grown man whining in an odd key which could only mean one thing.. country music. Marcellus hopped up off the couch with yawn and a stretch which caused the soft cotton of his black wife beater to cling tighter to his body. He headed through the kitchen towards the patio, his black basketball shorts swinging gently with each step. Marcellus had got so caught up in playing Call of Duty that he almost forgot why he had taken off today. Some sort of housewarming get together that everyone had pressured him to attend. Marcellus didn’t mind too much though, it was good to get off every now and then.<br/><br/>Marcellus opened the door to the patio and stuck his head out just in time to see Clint unbuckling his belt in front of Demi. He was about to head back inside until he realized what was going on.<strong>“Please. Please cut this off.”</strong>He said as he stepped out onto the patio, surprised at how warm the concrete was against the bottom of his feet.<strong> “I don’t think I can stand to hear the Chuck Norris sing any longer.”</strong>Marcellus chuckled slightly and made his way to the chair farthest away from the grill. He laughed slightly when Jules made her comments about the country music and pointed his hand in her general direction, with his palm up.<strong>"My thoughts exactly."</strong>