<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/Marcus_Aiden.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marcus Patton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10172885#msg10172885)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Unclaimed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Halfblood Infirmary<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 21st - 4ish pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Justine<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Battered and bruised<hr/><br/>Marcus woke up suddenly, his body on high alert! A golden spear formed in his hand as he shot up and rolled off his bed with a graceful drop. For a moment he didn't know where he was, last time he had lost track of time and himself, he had almost been cooked in a cyclops's stew! He was in a hospital? Marcus looked around, starting to recall glimpses of the morning. The ambush at the gates, the treeline as he was carried. He saw flashes of two women helping him, mumbling something about Ares, of Zues, their panicking faces.<br/><br/>His shirt was gone, his body wrapped in bandages. The wound in his shoulder had been stitched up. Nobody else was around after a quick search of the area(Conveniently placing Lorelei out of the scene). He did find a cake looking bar, it looked like carrot cake, his favorite. Typically he would have not taken food he didn't know anything about, but he was starving. As he peeled the wrapper off, he took a bite and felt like his mouth was, like it was, he didn't know how to explain it,  but it was the most savoriest piece of cake he had ever had in is life! (Ambrosia)<br/><br/>He was still a little hungry but the cake was doing something inside of him, making him feel a little queasy. This was the camp? This was the place he had struggled, clawed and fought for the past three years to find? Why was he uncertain about going out there, what would he find? As he took those few steps out he found his cigarette case on a nearby table. Reclaiming it as he stepped outside and took in the sights, he was more confused the ever. Kids in armor running around with shields an swords. He could see some mountain looking thing being climbed. Some rivers, some cabins, this was it? This was worth dying for?<br/><br/>Marcus took a seat right outside the infirmary and lit up a cigarette, drawing deeply from it as he tried to make sense at what he was seeing. "This was it...three years for this..." He spoke to no one in particular, perhaps his father, the son of a bitch who taken away everything from him and left only questions and anger in its wake. The smoke escaped his nostrils as he sat with his back to the wall, his spear still in hand in case he found himself in need of it.