<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>: Track, 11th St<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:<strong>Star, Demi, Blake</strong>et. al<br/><hr/><br/>Elation flooded his face as he pushed his Prelude across the line first.<strong>"Hell Yeah! That's what the fuck I'm talking about!"</strong>He yelled although no one would be able to hear him as he pushed the brakes and entered turn one, only to make a left on the next street and bring himself back around to 11th St. The Prelude purred as Marcellus pulled up the e-brake, turned the car off and slowly got up out of the low vehicle. A large smile plastered his face as he made his way over to position himself between Star and Demi, throwing an arm around each of their shoulders as he leaned back slightly,<strong>"That, ladies and gentleman is how it's done."</strong>He smiled brightly and leaned over to give Star a friendly kiss on the cheek,<strong>"You're a jewel you know that."</strong>Marc brought his hands in front of himself and rubbed them together slightly. He was still happy about his win but found himself wanting to focus on the other, upcoming heats for now. He had been so focused on his own that he had forgot who all was in which heats.<strong>"Who's up next?"</strong><br/><br/>While he waited on his response, his eyes shifted between his roommates and he thought about how lucky he was. There were plenty of other ways his life could have turned out but he guessed that sharing this important stage in life with like minded people was far better than most of the other outcomes. His eyes shifted to Demi and that amazing<del>lingerie</del>outfit that she had on. While it didn't leave much to the imagination, his mind found ways to roam. With his post-win smile still plastered on his face, he turned his head to Star, then to Blake who seemed loads happier, although still relatively quiet amongst the loud atmosphere of fast cars and women. Marc couldn't help but want Blake to win her first heat tonight, even though Star was closer to him, he wanted to see her in celebration mode later. Of course, he wanted to win the whole thing, but victories, big or small, always put people in good moods.  He looked around for Jules and Adriano, who had apparently found their way apart after being connected to each other earlier today. This thought would have normally made him frown but he was too happy with his win to really care. His eyes shifted to Clint, apparently he was next,<strong>"Nevermind."</strong>He muttered with a laugh, Marc nodded his head as a sign of good luck to his roommate, wondering if he would be joining him in the final, championship race.