Marcus looked back up at the crowd, and pushed himself up off the floor, a thought occurring to him suddenly.

[i]May as well make some connections here, I bet we'll need to form up groups at some point.[/i]

He glanced around at the swathe of people in front of him. Problem was, there were a huge amount of people and a lot of them were already talking to others. Marcus started to regret opting for a short nap on the wall instead of socializing like everyone else appeared to be doing.

"Arven will be out in three more minutes, ladies and gentlemen." a caretaker announced somewhere in the crowd. Now would be a better time than ever. Marcus streched his arms, brushing hair out of his face again. He glanced around again, those mingling continuing to be no interest to him. Looking over at an adjacent corner for no reason, he saw a caretaker, and a girl who may as well have been in an pre-End punk rock band, what with her hair being two different colors and her makeup messily applied on her face. She wore a plain-looking hoodie and some jeans, her clothes in sharp contrast to her hair and visage. She struck Marcus as someone unapproachable but someone that would make great company when you had nobody else to talk to, the valuable gemstone inside a dull-looking rock where one would seldom find fortune. 

Marcus started walking over towards her, but just as he was a few yards away from the girl, a sense of foreboding washed over him, the kind that makes the hairs on the nape of your neck stand up and a your heart to beat a little bit faster than usual. He stopped, unnerved by this feeling, his legs temporarily refusing to press forward. Something about the girl was a little more eerie up close, a distortion in the way she looked. Dark thoughts ran through Marcus' head, wrested from their rightful place in the back of his mind. He did his best to suppress the affects of this aura as he found himself standing next to the crazy-haired girl.

"So uh... how about this uh..." he started saying, suddenly losing the ability to articulate what thoughts he had. Marcus paused for a moment, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah I'm not having a good morning," he decided to say instead. He slid down the wall next to her again, looking back up at her. "Thought I should come over and say hi, you seem cool."

"I'm Marcus by the way, probably the god of gambling."