[center][h1][color=AA3939]Marcus Williams[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] The Sanctuary, (Near Barichara Colombia)
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Me, Myself and I[hr][/center]

On the flight over, Marcus had barely slept, it was an old habit mostly. He never liked to sleep in the air, on the way to anywhere, the last time he'd even closed his eyes in a vehicle it had exploded and he'd lost an arm. The only time he got even a little rest was when they were on the ground, he'd pop out, find a nice rock which looked comfortable enough as pillow, and powernap for anywhere between thirty minutes to two hours if he was lucky. He didn't mind, the flight over gave him plenty of time to thing, though he didn't have a lot of interaction with the others aboard.

Some of the others seemed familiar with eachother, others seemed to be keen on solidifying friendships or at least relationships of any regard. Marcus just spent the majority of the flight in silence, staring out the window as he waited for them to arrive. Part of it was himself questioning his decisions, questioning if coming along had been the right decision to make. It wasn't like there was any turning back now, Lisa had made that clear herself before he even got onto the helicopter, he just hoped he wouldn't have any sort of 'buyers remorse' when they actually arrived. The new recruits were an eccentric bunch, but he could work with them well enough, there wasn't any one of them he had any sort of distaste for, the only one he'd sneered at was the big werewolf who'd decided this wasn't for him. Probably for the best.

Marcus was awake when Lisa began to yell over the microphone, and he was offered some mild amusement as others were jolted away. A smirk split his lips as he looked over them, glancing to the cockpit as Amando revealed himself. Once they touched down, Marcus carefully climbed off the helicopter and looked around.

He'd stripped clear of his jacket during the flight, and he was immensely pleased for that. He now wore a plain red t-shirt, his cybernetic arm clear for all to see as he scratched at his chin idly. He waited patiently as the others formed up around him, watching Lisa as she moved to the head of the group as always. He had no questions himself, glancing over the others as he listened quietly to any queries they did have. Once he knew where he was to be bunked however, he moved off, determined to get some real sleep.

Strolling inside, he glanced around, beginning to wander the halls in search of his room. Marcus was in no particular hurry, nor was he desperately enthusiastic at that exact moment of the idea of mingling with some of his new partners or those who worked in the Sanctuary. At that time, Marcus was oblivious to how familiar some of the faces would end up being to him, particularly a few more than others. For now he was in blissful ignorance, idly wandering the halls in search of his room.