<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 -> Crash Site<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Star, John, Demi<br/><hr/><br/>Marc was enjoying the environment more than he had in a long time, probably because of his recent victory. For some reason, this Heat seemed more intense than the others had. Maybe it was because it was the first time his housemates were racing against one another on this level or because of the bet that was hanging in the balance but something was different about this Heat and Marcellus loved it. He would cheer Star on without fear of upsetting Blake at this point, knowing that she would understand.<br/><br/>The excitement of the race got a to be a little too much for Marcellus. As Star and the white Eclipse came drifting around the corner, Marcellus threw is arm around Demi playfully but his eyes never left the race.<strong> "Ohhhh!!"</strong>His voice rose with his excitement until the moment when the two traded paint.<strong>"Shit!!"</strong>He yelled, jumping to his feet just as Star's S-10 connected with the pole. He let go of Demi and began running toward Star, pushing people out of his way as he went.<br/><br/>His breath was heavy by the time he got to the scene of the accident. Marcellus brushed past John disrespectfully and his ears turned in to Star's angry words. Although his face didn't show it, he smiled a little on the inside because he thought that she would be okay. He moved close to her, offering her an arm if she needed help walking however, he didn't expect her to take it. He didn't have time to survey the damage to her truck, it wasn't his sort of thing anyway so he would leave that to Clint. Marcellus smiled down on Star, shaking his head slightly,<strong> "You alright pimp?"</strong>He asked with genuine concern.<br/>