"interesting, it seems that we will be fighting here....." Marcus shuffled out of sight and into the corner of the room as he retrieved his mobile to attempt at calling his parents, he came here to learn not to fight. As he opened his contacts he saw the picture of his mum and dad, [i]no... i will do this[/i] now putting his phone in his pocket.
[b]you will all be expected to work together, support each other[/b] "well i am definitely screwed at this point, i have been standing not even trying to speak to anyone.... i really should approach someone but who?"

After a while of contemplation he sat down next to Grace, "hey granola girl, you are the closest person to me and if what the Dean says is correct, it would be good to have a friend, and so far these guys seem to be busy..." he looked around a bit, noticing how separated people were from the others, "names Marcus, you don't have to tell me your name... to be fare you can tell me to go away but quick question.... you got anymore food? i missed breakfast this morning" he looked away as his stomach began to make demonic noises "my stomach sounds like it's going to be the forty-ninth grim reaper..."