"Mood killers. All of you."<br/><br/>Marcos sighed in a bit of fake depression. He decided it was time to just stop what he was doing to impress and just entertain himself a bit more. Walking over to a table, Marcos sat down while staring up into the sky. A bit of a drastic turn from the happy go lucky guy who was just having fun. Closing his eyes, he began to run a finger across the various and barely seeable scars across his torso.<br/><br/>The sounds of cars skidding against the ground mixed with the sound of cars impacting could be heard within his head. Slowly, he opened his eyes and shook his head.