<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<br/><hr/><br/>Settled into a rather posh chair, Marcus took a moment to regard his surroundings, having always found this place to be a little too… ornate in his opinion. Everything seemed to the have been selected to give a sense of power, wealth and taste in fashion, or at least that was the vibe he was getting from it. Perhaps that was why he chose to come here rather selectively. His own home, while lavish in its own sense, could be considered almost Spartan by comparison, his tastes more subdued in nature. A slight smirk crossed his face at the thoughts he was entertaining as he lifted a small wine glass to his lips, sipping the warm blood, allowing the varying tastes to roll across his tongue, attempting to guess what the specimen had been fed before being drained.<br/><br/>A slight ticking brought his gaze to grandfather clock that looked to be half as old as he was. He had come to discuss the possibility of expanding his ‘pharmaceutical’ business over seas but apparently his business ventures were not something that the Roses found themselves all that concerned with as he was still sitting here in waiting. This had to be his third attempt at getting their input and he was about ready to just got ahead and do it anyway and deal with the consequences when they came. Shaking his head slightly, he shifted a little in his seat and took another sip from his glass, deciding he would give it another hour. It wasn’t like he was wasting time off his lifespan.<br/>