Marcus lifted himself up from his bed, slamming his hand down onto his alarm and stretching his arms up into the air. He looked up and saw one of his hands was gone so he spent a good ten minutes looking for it and eventually found it as a rat in an old box of cereal. He reattached it and cracked his wrists before microwaving himself a  breakfast with a long swig of Whiskey to top it off. He was so glad there were so many places he could score anything he wanted around the area.<br/><br/>He got himself dressed in some nicer clothes, a button up, blue top with some black slacks, and took a few minutes to make sure his face was well groomed. He was always one to take good care of his appearance and never stopped until he liked what he saw. He finished it off by slipping on his lucky fedora, it was the first day of the new year and he was hoping to have some luck in the new students.<br/><br/>He grabbed his truck keys and walked through the mess of a floor. opening the door and seeing that the sky was grey and dingy, fitting for such a day. He went around to his old, but still well kept, truck and threw a couple of bottles out of the bed before getting in and starting it up. As he drove to the school he could see some slight sprinkling hitting his windshield and guessed it would probably rain at some time or another.<br/><br/>He grabbed the first parking space he saw and pulled up, shutting off the old, noisy truck. He grabbed a fresh pack of cigarettes from his glove box and snapped his fingers together until a flame appeared on the tip of his thumb that he used to light it with. A trick he always enjoyed since he'd learned to do it. He took a long drag from the cigarette and blew the smoke out through his nose, catching a glimpse of it in the mirror and laughing at how appropriate it looked to have smoke all around his face.