<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, Black Jeans, Citrus 9’s<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Starting Line<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Star<br/><hr/><br/>Marcellus pulled up to the starting line confidently with a confident smirk upon his face as he soaked in the excitement of the first heat of the race. His focus was broken as Star tapped on his window, which kind of shocked him but he rolled the window down and looked up from his low car with a little smile on his face. He couldn’t help but take a healthy, harmless, look down her shirt before shifting up to her face. Her words were received with the most seriousness possible.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">“The guy in the mustang is okay, nothing too special, but the guy with the Z is a pussy. Just go aggressive on his ass, he'll back down for sure,"</span></span><br/><br/>He leaned back a little and looked to his left at the cars, The Z she was referring to had lined up directly beside Marcellus and was currently getting more than an eyeful of Star.<strong>“Be aggressive. Right. Thanks pimp.”</strong>He said after she told him not to suck.<strong><em> I’ll try </em></strong>he thought as he let the window back up.  His eyes then shifted to the tall brunette who was apparently in charge of starting the races. Marc had been watching her when she did the preliminary races and noticed she had a small tick just before she dropped her arms to signify the start of the race. She would poke her hip out to the left just slightly, Marcellus hoped that it would give him a little edge when it came to getting off the line.<br/><br/>The brunette walked across the front Marcellus’ car, dragging her flag across his hood and he responded by revving the engine. They connected eyes for a moment and he winked at her which she returned before moving on to the next car. He would say a quick prayer, asking simply for protection before he opened his eyes again and focused on the brunette. A moment later her arms were up, Marcellus and the other racers began to give their cars some gas, waiting to pull off the clutch and in response the crowd erupted into cheers of excitement and encouragement.<br/><br/>Marcellus watched as her arms began to fall and he came off the clutch, pushing down on the gas harder as his car sprung forward. As expected, the 350Z pulled out ahead of the crowd followed by Marcellus and the Honda that Star didn’t know about. The first lap was pretty uneventful, the Mustang and the Honda switched places once but essentially, they went through the lap without any real excitement.  When they hit the first turn for the second lap, Marcellus checked his rearview mirror, to find the EK9 tight on his ass. Marcellus held off on braking so that he could get tight on the 350Z. It scared him a little but the result was great for him. Clearly, he had spooked the driver of the 350Z who chose not to take the next turn as tightly giving the two Honda drivers a chance to close the gap. The same thing happened in turn two, placing Marcellus beside the 350Z and also giving the EK9 an opportunity to put some pressure on Z who was trying to use his low end power to keep the small lead. They stayed into this position until they went around corner four where the horsepower became a little more important that torque. Marcellus stayed in the wake of the Z while the Civic made his move and jumped out from behind him.<br/><br/><strong>“Fuck!” </strong>He yelled as he pushed his engine into third gear, one of the gears he considered his power gears and hoped that the well tuned engine would respond. It did. But so did the engine under that Honda Civic. When they ran around turn eight, the two Honda’s had separated from the other drivers just slightly with their separation growing by the second, the two VTECs putting on a good show. There was only one lap to go, Marcellus had to put out if he was going to make this happen.