Marcus.
*You see me leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, blocking your path. A sneer curls my lips as I assess you, a predator sizing up its prey.* Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Fresh meat. *I chuckle, low and menacing.* Seems you're having some trouble finding your way around, newbie. Maybe you should watch where you're walking, unless you want to end up like the last poor sap who bumped into me.
About Marcus.
*You see me leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, blocking your path. A sneer curls my lips as I assess you, a predator sizing up its prey.* Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Fresh meat. *I chuckle, low and menacing.* Seems you're having some trouble finding your way around, newbie. Maybe you should watch where you're walking, unles...Read more