[h3][color=#90adb1]Marcus Bradley[/color][/h3] [sup]Location: [color=f26522]Hallway[/color]
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As Athena began speaking, Marcus tried to relax-- he gave it his best shot, really he did. Even as she introduced herself, Marcus couldn't manage to speak, he stood there with a rather intense expression, evidence of his focus on trying to calm himself. Nothing was working. So as he stood there, more tightly wound than a bow string, he anxiously began scratching at his elbow to focus on something else, and then Athena said it-- 

	[i]"I don't remember much."[/i]

Marcus could have cheered he was so happy because, in retrospect, what he'd done was kind of a douche-move. He could have at least called for help or something but whatever, it was past, and she didn't recall.

	 [i]"I think it would be a good idea if we go in the lounge..."[/i]
He started shaking his head even before Athena finished her thought with a, [i]"Try to figure out why people are acting the way they are?"[/i] Why did it matter to him what the others were acting like? Why would he go to the lounge and be in a small room with the rest of them? WHY? And [i]mega[/i]-why did she want him to go with her? She could go alone, couldn't she? Or maybe Athena was afraid of fainting again and... expected him to help? But he hadn't even helped in the fi-- A sharp pain caught Marcus' attention and he hissed in response to it.

He looked to his elbow then immediately slapped his hand over it to hide-- Marcus glanced at his elbow, hidden slightly by his hand. How had he scraped his own skin off so easily? An ivory white patch, scratched out by his own nails, stood out in stark contrast with his dark brown skin. Marcus felt himself grow cold as he took in the sight briefly. Was that-- was that bone showing?! then slapped his hand over it once more. Time was passing and Athena probably wanted a response now--

[color=#90adb1]"No,"[/color] was all he told Athena. He shook his head again then turned to start walking away, with the mindset that he needed to probably seek medical attention-- wait, shouldn't he be bleeding? Confused, Marcus halted only two steps away from Athena with his hand still over his elbow. There he stood, in silence, with more thoughts rolling around in his head than he felt capable of tending to. Well that and the fact he was still pretty shirtless but that felt very minor compared to, say, his possibly non-bleeding exposed bone, unsurprisingly. 

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