[color=Dimgray][center][h1]Marcel Gates[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Obstacle Course; Camp Half-Blood.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] James Wolfe.[/sup][/center]

It seemed as though she had arrived just on time. Ky' vie and Deon had just reached the top of the Obstacle Tower by the time she moseyed into the area. The stands were completely full, so she opted to remain standing, leaning against the side of the stands to give her a chance to finish her cigarette. Not to mention... all of the shapes, colors and vibrations emanating from such a large group of people congregated together... she didn't like it. It made her feel sick. 

She got a few dirty looks from her fellow campers who were less than thrilled to be around the smoke, but Marcel had learned long ago to just ignore them, or quirk an eyebrow and make a "so do something about it" kind of face. Most of the time, they just left her alone. But she wasn't the only one smoking, it appeared. James Wolfe was standing not too far from her position, finishing up his own cigarette and observing the scene before him just as quietly as she was. She knew his name only in passing. He was the new kid, after all - everyone knew his name because everyone flung him shit. Well... everyone meaning between the Hermes and Ares cabin. One just for fun, the other for sheer bullying. Whatever. Neither was her scene.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that James and Bexley were the closest family she had at the camp, save for Erin. They were the four children of the big three (wait, where there others? Maybe Poseidon kids? Hell... she didn't know... nor particularly care), and yet James was the only one she could really stand to be around for long periods at a time. Bexley was far too high maintenance, Erin and she had almost nothing in common... but James... James was a cool dude. He reminded her a lot of herself before- well, she wasn't going to think about that.

Ignoring the outcome of what was happening on the tower completely, Marcel nodded over towards James' direction, acknowledging him being there, which was a lot more than most people got out of her.
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[color=9966cc]"What a surprise,"[/color] [color=dimgray]he had muttered to himself, not counting on anyone hearing. Funny, from here, it looked like the two bull heads were tying... but that was just seconds after he had made his verbal observation. Marcel, in turn, just chuckled and took another puff of her cigarette. She really didn't care either way. Not to mention she was riding on a pretty good buzz that had her in higher spirits than she normally would have been this early in the day.

"And yet these dogs all come and watch every week, expecting something to change." she replied, speaking only to him and once again ignoring the offended and pressing glares she was getting from those who were trying to enjoy the rest of the game. She scoffed. "Pathetic. Those two have been in camp years longer than anyone else here. Something big has to happen to throw one of them off their game. Frankly... I'd rather watch those two face off a hell hound than this boring, routine shit." Marcel took another drag, pausing a moment as though thinking over the possibility. She'd have to talk to Erin about that one. Between the two of them... and the... "loving" nature of their father... it might just be a fucking possibility...
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