[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:Medical Tent near the Training Grounds ---> Dining Pavilion -- Camp Half-Blood [/color] [/I][/center]
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Ezekiel was at the point of sleep when all the sounds around him grew loud before dropping off into silence as sleep would claim him. Too bad though because at that same time, Bryan came in and popped a plastic bag or some other gods awful contraption. Ezekiel’s eyes flew open and he twisted to stand, cursed and fell out of his chair. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked up at Bryan and shot a glare at his cabin counselor. He suddenly felt like an irritable child who didn’t nearly get enough sleep. 
[color=#EEE8AA]”I don’t think getting a heart attack counts as taking a break. Thanks for that.”[/color] Ezekiel pushed himself to his feet and pushed Bryan after a second’s hesitation. He was smirking though at his friend. Bryan was a hard ass when he needed to be but he was a jokester and the best kind of friend to have. He groaned at the reminder of Capture the Flag.
[color=#EEE8AA]”I guess I could go for some food. Care to join?”[/color] Bryan ruffled Ezekiel’s hair and nodded. The pair of them waltzed out of the tent and headed down a familiar path to the dining pavilion, talking about the upcoming game as well as healing techniques and music. 
Ezekiel wasn’t a huge fan of capture the flag. He often volunteered to sit on the sidelines and help with the injuries. There were always injuries and quite a few serious ones that needed attention immediately during any of the games. 
Upon entering the pavilion, Ezekiel yawned and stretched before trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. That attempted nap in the chair was probably a bad idea. He was more tired now than he was before he sat down.