<div class="floatleft">(http://oi54.tinypic.com/2m2w4fr.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;">Marcus Sucram</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">Mutant Type: Speed Bump</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">Initiative Roll Bonus: 6</span></div><hr/>When she stopped struggling Marcus let out an audible sigh of relief and relaxed his hold on her to just a light hand on the shoulder. After he gently turned her around so she could face him he lifted her chin so that she could look him in the eyes.<br/><br/>"As I stated before, I never wanted to hurt you to begin with. My name's Marcus." He gently lead her by the hand back towards the room she started and walked backwards the entire way, with a glance over his shoulders every now and then so as not to run into a wall or door or anything else for that matter. "As to answer some of your questions. Specifically you are in the infirmary."<br/><br/>"This infirmary," he said in his best tour guide voice, "directed by the gracious Althea, is attached to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Each one of the students, yourself included, is unique in our own special way." Back in his normal relaxed tones, "Well, that is what they said in this mornings welcoming diatribe at least. Today is the first day of the new school term and not long ago we had our welcome back ceremony."<br/><br/>By now they had arrived back at her room the door still open and the spilled food, broken glass plate and all still on the floor. "Oh my, I can't have you walking across this mess. Please excuse my invasion of your personal space." He stated as he closed the gap between the two of them and quickly scooped her up in to his arms, before she could object. Marcus then proceeded to walk the rest of the way to her bed with her in his arms. Marcus lightly set her down on the bed before he stepped back and continued.<br/><br/>"Where was I again? Oh yes, please try some of our welcome to school feast." He said with a smile on his face as he handed her the plate he made for her and then slid over the bed side table while he withdrew one set of plastic wear from his back pocket, still wrapped and placed it on the table for her to use. "If you have any more questions I'll do my best to answer them. And when you are ready, I would still like to hear your story." He placed the final piece of the breakfast, the glass of apple juice, on the table for her to enjoy at her leasure and crossed to the one chair in the room for visitors and sat down.