Marshall had walked a while deep into the forest, he was visiting a spot he had visited multiple times in the past a place in which he could relax and think to himself his own personal fortress of solitude. Marshall would create a sound barrier to hide any sound he may make from the outer egions as he knew he was likely toget loud within this zone he had created a barrier of approximately 20 ft by 20ft it was a large enough area he guesed but it was the smallest he was currently capable of, he sat against a tree and looked upon a crescent moon in the sky a beautiful sight a smile would grow on his mouth as he began to ease into comfort against the tree pulling out a joint he had rolled before he had left for the forest not the same kind as his nicknamesake but it was fine for what he currently needed it for to ease any nerves and calm his emotions.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X_2IdybTV0
He would begin to play his guitar using his abilities to magnify the sound and create what he would consider one of his favourite songs it was classical rock something which he didn't always listen to but had always respected, singing it to himself as he played the strings on his guitar, tears would drop from eyes and his scars would ache as the images of the crash in which his parents had died in front of him played before his eyes it was a sad moment but also a happy one the moments before the crash were so peaceful and tranquil his parents were laughing at something he had done in the back seat what exactly he could not remember, before suddenly the car in which they were driving was suddenly toppled and began rolling down the side of a cliff he did not know how he had survived or why at that very moment but his parents had been killed brutally he could see the gearstick piercing through his mother's abdomen alongside many shards of glass the first thing they had done once the car had began to roll it seemed was to try to save him not thinking of their own lives a noble thing but something which would haunt him, after the car had stopped rolling the radio which was surprisingly somehow still working had began playing the very song he himself was playing right now, it had been his dad's favourie song and it somehow seemed to fit perfectly into the event. The blunt of glass and car debris had [bashed into his parents causing their bodies to lose any resemblance of them before but he himself had still managed to get glass pieces piercing throughout his body, a lucky escape they called it but he was not truly sure of that. He lot and gained consciousness many times that night and had forgot everything other than the crash which had etched itself into his mind.
OOC:Sorry it's not very good
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X_2IdybTV0
He would begin to play his guitar using his abilities to magnify the sound and create what he would consider one of his favourite songs it was classical rock something which he didn't always listen to but had always respected, singing it to himself as he played the strings on his guitar, tears would drop from eyes and his scars would ache as the images of the crash in which his parents had died in front of him played before his eyes it was a sad moment but also a happy one the moments before the crash were so peaceful and tranquil his parents were laughing at something he had done in the back seat what exactly he could not remember, before suddenly the car in which they were driving was suddenly toppled and began rolling down the side of a cliff he did not know how he had survived or why at that very moment but his parents had been killed brutally he could see the gearstick piercing through his mother's abdomen alongside many shards of glass the first thing they had done once the car had began to roll it seemed was to try to save him not thinking of their own lives a noble thing but something which would haunt him, after the car had stopped rolling the radio which was surprisingly somehow still working had began playing the very song he himself was playing right now, it had been his dad's favourie song and it somehow seemed to fit perfectly into the event. The blunt of glass and car debris had [bashed into his parents causing their bodies to lose any resemblance of them before but he himself had still managed to get glass pieces piercing throughout his body, a lucky escape they called it but he was not truly sure of that. He lot and gained consciousness many times that night and had forgot everything other than the crash which had etched itself into his mind.
OOC:Sorry it's not very good
