From the sounds that came from this particular boy's room was the constant strumming of an acoustic guitar, matched with the singing efforts of this guitar player. It was a melody that he had been perfecting for weeks, and with the chords patterns slowly merging together perfectly, at least it will all be worth it in the end.
Marion was fidgety with his fingering, and even after years of practice he still slips up a childish mistake by just strumming the wrong strings. With every mistake he makes, he silently judges himself and swears in frustrated mumbles.
He sings in a soft tone to keep his timing in check, and continues to strum along with the lyrics.

"♫ My brother where do you intend to go tonight? I heard you missed your connected flight... to the Blue Ridge Mountains, over near Tenness -- Oh for the love of Zeus."
He had slipped up again and had strummed with the wrong placement of cords. He sighs out and aggressive strums his guitar out of pure frustration, eventually placing it lopsided on its stand.
Marion felt no more muse to continue on. He did not want to deal with his shoddy musical talents for the rest of the afternoon, so he had fallen down on his bed as an act of defeat.

He adjusted his glasses from impact and looked blankly up at the ceiling. Supposedly, it was just that time of the day to be hideously bored.
His canary Popcorn had began to chirp in her cage, flying around the decorative ornaments in its cage and landing down on her stand. Marion observed her activity, and calmed down just a bit. Canary birds were arguable the most cutest aerial creatures in the entire world.
"Hmm, you think I should take a long walk outside to re-establish myself?
Popcorn chirped back with an answer Marion pretends she had given to him.
"Popcorn, you're just the loveliest thing, you know?"

Marion takes off his rags and carefully picks things out of his closet, and bow-ties with sweater vests were just his perfect afternoon outdoor match.
He does a spiffy job trying to present himself, brushing his hair and linting out his sweater vest until he was ready to take a long walk of fresh air.
Taking his step out the door, he bumps into one of his siblings from the lack of attention to his surroundings.
"Oops, my apologies. Didn't mean to bruise a shoulder."

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Marion can be quite a damn klutz, but at least the girl he bumped into didn't cuss him out on that. He returned the smile back, watching him as he tucked in his locks of hair behind one of his ears.
"Or it could be a maddened driver with a wreaked up ride. But I do apologize for that." Marion was glad that was not that side of the story; dealing with hasty individuals wasn't something he'd like to start off on what is supposed to be an enjoyable afternoon walk.

He examined the appearance of the other individual he had bumped into. Carefully, he realized the girl that he bumped into was in fact a very effeminate boy! The scent of vanilla lightly dosed around his presence smelled sweet and elegant, and it sure wasn't the heavy AXE cologne most gentlemen would spray on themselves.
Marion gave out smirk, "Marion's the name my parent gave me. It's a nice bumpy-like moment to meet you, brother. He went on to being courteous and gave him a hand to shake on.
Boy, was he glad he didn't make that mistake of calling him a sister. He pondered a bit about the numerous amount of people that would mistake him for a lady. Judging by his appearance and nice smelling perfume, Marion had guess-timated around 30 people a day.

Of course, he kept that guess-timation to himself and moved on to answer his other question.
"Oh well, I don't really expect you to recognize me on the spot. I'm not even that affiliated with the camp yet to get an anniversary party. I've only been here for 2 months, tops.
Marion was glad he was somewhat interacting with a normal half-human being in this crazed summer camp. In most of his time, he had only felt like a scrawny man stepping into a gym full of bodybuilders; except for the fact that the bodybuilders were flinging swords and various weapons at each other.

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"Hehe, sure." Marion chuckles a bit and gives him a pat on the back for at least trying. It really is a trial of precision to get him to chortle and wheeze, but he's just a person of really picky tastes.

Marion kept his name in his head, Fayth. "That's a pretty swell name you got there, Fayth." Fayth, of course, was also a very agreeable feminine name for a feminine boy. That was just the complete story of his life.
His father had picked on a name from some random baby book he picked off the shelves, and went through a series of frustrating trials just to pick out a name for him.
He is a boy, but what if he doesn't want to be a boy? What if he wants to wear a dress? What if he wants to be drag mama? What if he wants to--- frick it, I'm going for something gender neutral. Marion had imagined this was the train of thoughts that my father had been on the edge of his seat on, trying to pick him a name. And he had decided to go with Marion, which was largely associated with females.
Oh yes, he feels he can bond with this individual.

He watched as Fayth unclipped his braid into a long stream of silver locks. "Can I just say, since we are getting to know each other and all that your hair is just really fabulous?" This fact shouldn't be anything anyone should keep to themselves, his had the most extravagant strands of hair that any hair follicle can produce on any type of mammal.
Comparing his blonde curls to his breathtaking waterfall of long silver locks, he felt his ego momentarily hurt just a bit.

"Eh, I was just going to wonder around a bit. Maybe go to the mess hall to get some taquitos if I felt like it." He shrugs a bit a looks over at another direction.
It could be nice to have an afternoon chat with someone pleasant.

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Marion Warrick

Marion gave him a sincere smile, chuckling over the fact he blushed at this simple compliment. "Well, I have seen some come around and go. Theirs isn't as platinum and perfect as yours, but oh well, eh?
Having heard Fayth's compliment, he was relieved that his afternoon attire was something pleasing to the eye. Having lived in New York before, most of his friends would chuckle and snort at how picky he was with his taste of fashion. Marion is just glad he met someone with a taste for fashion.
"Oh don't worry dear, I've got plenty more where that came from. My closet can be your closet." Of course, he totally didn't mean that. He wouldn't want random people to barge in and take his clothes, but it's all for being friendly, right?
This little exchange of compliments could be a new start of something, he wondered. Maybe it was time he took his friend out for a little treat.
"Sure, I can just hear your stomach growling from here anyway. Lets make sure you don't starve to death, hmm?

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OOC: Sorry! Lemme go ahead and give you a reply instead C: