[center][h2][color=#90adb1]Marcus Bradley[/color][/h2] [sup]Location: Cafeteria[/sup][/center][hr]

Marcus gulped down the blue liquid before he even sat down. For a moment he stood a few steps away from the cafeteria line with his tray in hand. As he scanned the faces of the other people in the Cafeteria, he reminded himself why he was here. Sure, all the information given in the auditorium was nice and all but, it was ultimately irrelevant. His plan was to do what he was told, recover, and get back to his family. All of this was wasting valuable time he could have spent helping his family earn money and tend to the fields. When those folks came for Marcus, he could only see it as a huge inconvenience. No, he wasn't afraid, worried, nothing like that-- he was simply irritated they had interrupted his life.

Eventually he looked away from the others then began walking toward a table far in the back of the room-- as far as possible from the group gathering together. They were probably going to start making nice, having conversation, things he would do under normal not-being-held-in-a-strange-facility circumstances. As much as he was interested in the others, where they were from and such, Marcus thought it better to keep his distance. No doubt there were going to be troublemakers-- folks that saw this facility as a prison of sorts-- and he didn't want to risk accidentally getting involved with them... or anyone. It was best not to get attached to the others.

As he placed his tray upon the table, he sat down, his back to the wall and eyes upon the majority of the cafeteria, from where he'd sat. While it certainly wasn't his mother's cooking, Marcus had to admit that the food on his tray looked tasty. Baked chicken, spinach, some potatoes and gravy, slices of ham, and four bread rolls-- the staff had given him weird looks as he requested his tray be piled high. Marcus simply figured that anyone not taking advantage of a free meal in this manner well, they were foolish. He began digging into his meal rather barbarically, for table manners be damned, and kept scanning the faces of the others every now and then. The least he could do was become familiar with the faces, right? It would help later on when he had to figure out who to avoid, especially if some of them began developing weird... powers.

Part of him was still trying to wrap his head around that whole deal. So they were all freaks, then? Every single person not in a suit was some kind of X-Man? Including him? Idly Marcus began to wonder what weird powers he would develop-- hopefully something that didn't make him look horrifying-- and then wondered how he would walk back into society. What if he turned into a giant lizard or something? How would his parents even recognize him? All of this was so strange but, Marcus hoped he would look normal like that... uh. What was her name again? Lab-coat lady. Right. Whatever. As soon as she started going through slides, Marcus had tuned her out, so he was completely unsure of what was discussed in the auditorium. Oh well. The food was more important anyway-- same with the medication, of course. With a thoughtful look on his face, Marcus continued scanning the faces of the people and eating his food, content not to make conversation.