Marcus cursed out into the sky as he spun his 1967 shelby around in a loud burn out of his tires and roar of his big block 429 V8 Boss. He loved the care, the feel of it, the sound of her, and above all her power. His fists punched his steering wheel as he couldn't understand how Yosemite, California just appeared right outside their town on the highway, and why of all nights after the huge light show on the day he was gonna pull in an easy five grand. Groaning he shouted to no one, "How does a fucking forest just fucking appear! What in the fucking hell is this shit!" Pulling his .357 from his belt of his destroy denim low rise jeans leading to his high combat boots and on his strong and toned torso was covered by a tap out shirt which was a pale gray color.<br/><br/>Glaring at the road in front of him his eyes could have burned holes in the buildings if he concentrated hard enough. His tires gripped the road hard as he gunned the big block V8 and shifted the car up one gear, speeding him up greatly. As he drove into town he was presented with quite the sight that ha developed as on the right side of the road inside the suddenly brightly lit ice cream shop, dressed odd robes with way too much jewelry for a straight man made the entire ice cream shop light up. It was weird since he just turned towards it and a bright light flashed like the one Marcus had seen before the forest appeared. Gritting his teeth he looked at the very strange "woman" who was colored with blue/purple skin, Halloween hit early this year. The freaks are out already, but after that bright flash, Marcus could put two and two together.<br/><br/>Squealing the tires he turned his car to a dead stop facing the two, his headlights on their figures through the windows of the shop. Gunning the engine twice he put her in park and shut the engine off. Stepping out of the car he threw on his leather jacket, in a racing style of jackets, it showed his bulky figure well. Stepping forward Marcus moved towards the two his eyes narrowed, his headlights showing their skin well now, showing something was up, this wasn't a good make-up job. Growling low in his throat Marcus stepped towards them standing in front of his headlights as he pulled his .357 from the back of his pants and cocked the hammer as he stared at the two.<br/><br/>What the hell was he doing? For christ's sake these two could be goddamn aliens for all he knew. What the fucking hell was he doing? Walking slowly towards them he stopped just as he pulled open the door and step inside just a step while he gripped his revolver tightly, "Who the flying fuck are you two, and what the hell did you do to this town?" Many of the town who knew of Marcus as the strange mechanic, didn't really realize self educated in many, none would assume that was from books and not streets. He knew the world through the writings of history, psychology, anatomy, science, and languages. A street thug with a brain was much more valuable than a street thug who couldn't tell the difference between cocaine and heroine. These two looked like they were on both, not to mention they were both carrying mid-evil style weapons, which rubbed Marcus all sorts of bad.. Gritting his teeth he shifted the gun in his hand he spoke again his South Boston accent putting him different from everyone in town, unique and giving him away for not being from here. "Hey I said what the fuck are you two doing here and why the fuck are you making all these lights? Eh?"