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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Sentinel HQ: Paris

[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] 
[@Scarifar] Mamba
[@Argetlam350] Scorn
[@Lmpkio] J.J


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Zeke heard that the Sentinel Program brought all kinds of people, but this generation sure took that cake. A pirate, who actually utilized the lingo, a sentient robot, which was pretty badass, a girl he was pretty sure should be in an asylum,  another robot, two Asian girls who had him running on fumes cause of their dress. He defiantly wasn't gonna fit in here, he was the only African american in the room. Well, they were probably smart enough to stay away from danger and a room full of…the unusual.

It seemed that crop haired, brown haired, blonde, blacky, were the only 'normal ones here'. Within minutes, everyone was upon one another, talking, squealing, touching, gazing, gawking, his type of game he was alone with one of the opposite sex. Zeke picked at his hair, running it through constantly in an attempt to get any naps out, which was difficult.

With his hair nap free, we was ready to mingle, and soon was able to find his target. A group of three talking literally a few feet away. The pirate, the crazy one, and a normy, at least he guessed. Zeke wasted no time, sliding himself over the trio, but remained silent when he got there, politely taking in the fact that they were in the middle of a conversation. Fortunately, a quick vacuum of silence was all he needed to jump in the conversation.

[color=Orange]"Sorry to interrupt, I'm Zeke, reporter for Action News. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and become curious. Scorn, is it? What makes you so special as a convict, that you were specifically chosen. I mean, there has to be worse inmates then you?"[/color] he chortled, gazing at the three, his face deadpan but his eyes had a particular playful light about them.