<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/>Never had a cigarette felt so good in his entire life. In truth it was the ambrosia he had just eaten but he was blissfully unaware of that fact as he took another drag from his diminishing smoke. He held it in for a little longer, attempting to ease the ache of rapid repair going on from the ambrosia's healing effects. Eyes opened, refocusing on the sights before him. Same questions coming to mind, interrupted by a familiar voice.<br/><br/>Marcus turned, the smoke blown out to the side to prevent it from wafting towards her. "Camp Halfblood...The founders put more effort in hiding than naming it." He replied, as he took the golden spear and allowed it to vanish into thin air. A golden gladius took its place, sheath and all. "You are one of them aren't you? You pissed off that Chimera you know." Marcus shared as he laid the new weapon across his lap before offering her a cigarette from his case. "What keeps this place so protected? Walls fall, it is inevitable."