<div class="floatleft">(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ibdiNPKmMP8/To0qv5h_5mI/AAAAAAAAxOw/Lsqa_Dds0hw/AndreTBREJC4LofIT.3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marcus Valco<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Sitting Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>(What is in image)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Doing: </strong>Relaxing/Thinking<br/><hr/><br/>Marcus had been day dreaming, the glass of blood resting casually in his left hand, his eyes holding a slightly glazed look. With the parting of his company he had at first contented himself with the glass, currently upon his third helping which was rare for him. The taste had stirred memories that he hadn’t been aware would be stirred and it hadn’t taken long for him to find himself wandering down memory lane, recalling them so clearly that it sometimes felt like he should be able to touch and manipulate them with ease.<br/><br/>His brown furrowed slightly when he caught a scent that was both familiar and strange, his thoughts taking a curious shift was they tried to add the outside influence. Blinking several times, he pulled himself to the present, his gaze shifting about the room, attempting to locate the curious scent. When it didn’t present itself, he furrowed his brow a bit more, straightening in his seat as he attempted to recall why the scent was so familiar to him. Inhaling slowly, he pondered, searching memories both recent and ancient until it dawn upon him suddenly. A fledgling was the connection. It had been far too long since he had encountered a freshly made vampire. It struck him as odd that he hadn’t been made aware of such creations, especially since the Coven seemed to be so keen on being very discreet in such matters.<br/>