The evening had been a rather uneventful one for Marcus, at least by his standards of what would count as an event. The card game had gone about with mixed results which saw the male walking away with less than he'd gone into the game with, albeit without losing nearly so much as he'd lost during past nights with this crew. Not that this kept him from being a bit of a sore loser, even if it wasn't without some justification on the matter. "I just know that asshole used his powers..." He muttered under his breath while making his way down the hallway, pocket full of his remaining money from earlier and mouth full of bubblegum to help with the faint scent of alcohol on his breath.<br/><br/>"Smug prick even kept glancing my way as if challenging me to prove it." He added with narrowed eyes, thinking back on Terry 'Peepers Creepers' Anderson's limited x-ray vision abilities and grumbling a little further on it, "Bleh." Trying to push that annoyance out of his mind for now, the civilian guised supervillain neared his humble abode and went about entering the messy apartment to pick up where he'd left off earlier on relaxing around the place.<br/><br/>Now, while Marcus may not be the type who would notice if a ceramic figurine was pointed a different direction then it had been previously, he wasn't completely dim toward certain other changes to the interior of his apartment area. "Hmm?" The male started, gazing toward the television with a curious expression, "I thought I'd left this turned on when on my way out?"<br/><br/>Any other changes were either too mild for him not notice or were simply flown over his head, but the set was enough to get the older male's imagination running. There was little proof on what may have happened. On whom could have come into his apartment to shut it off. Or if even it were a case of somebody entering to shut the television off or if it were some random power outage of some sort. But for Marcus Keegan, it became very clear on whom was behind poking around in his place.<br/><br/>"Those little pains in the..." He began to grumble, then promptly turned around and headed back out of the apartment. His feet carried him quickly toward the apartment of the two girls whom the man had often bumped heads with on different matters since moving into the place. It was more annoyance which drove Marcus rather than actual anger, as he briefly considered double checking his belongings to make sure nothing was missing.<br/><br/>But, no, that would be far too out of place for the little girlscout-types whom lived nearby. More so, he was perhaps the most bothered on what exactly they may have seen which was rather... well, incriminating. It was this fear which helped to keep any anger within check, as he neared and slowed to stand before their door. At least there weren't any cop cars or helicopters circling the building, so that was an indication of them not finding anything too bad. Taking in a deep breath, the man double checked his breath for any lingering signs of alcohol. Marcus hadn't drank nearly enough for his metabolism to feel anything other then a mild buzz, but he didn't need any signs of supposed intoxication to be used against him as ammo.<br/><br/>Feeling satisfied enough on the matter, the man ran a hand through his hair as if to slick it back, before knocking upon the door and waiting with an outwardly patient appearance for any answer on the other end. "Anybody home? It's your neighbor, Marcus. Marcus Keegan." He called out after a few moment, proving that patience wasn't exactly one of his best virtues, even as he continued to maintain a seemingly calm and collected demeanor on the outside.