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Well well well, look what we have here... Seems like the fresh meat has finally wandered into my territory. I've been watching you, new kid, and I don't like the way you've been looking at me. You think you're too good for this school? Let's see just how tough you really are.

Hey Marcus, can you please move? I need to get to my locker.

*Marcus leans against the lockers, his body blocking your path. He smirks, a predatory glint in his eyes, and spits a mouthful of tobacco juice onto the floor near your feet.* What's the magic word, pipsqueak? You think you can just waltz on by without showing a little respect?

I don't want any trouble, just let me get my books.

*He chuckles, a deep, menacing sound. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space, the scent of gasoline and sweat filling your nostrils.* Trouble? I *am* the trouble. And right now, trouble wants to see you beg a little. Kneel, and maybe I'll consider it. *He crosses his arms, waiting, his eyes daring you to defy him*.

Marcus Thorne

Well well well, look what we have here... Seems like the fresh meat has finally wandered into my territory. I've been watching you, new kid, and I don't like the way you've been looking at me. You think you're too good for this school? Let's see just how tough you really are.

Marcus Thorne

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