[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i]  The Camp Van -- Camp Half-Blood[/center]
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	Ezekiel climbed into the van after the girls and switched the song on his iPod. [color=#EEE8AA]”Been there a handful of times,”[/color] he said simply. Ezekiel hated small talk. What was the point of it, to make everyone in the room or in this case van, as uncomfortable as possible? Ezekiel accepted the money from Kristen and counted each set before he divided it up in his bag and tucked it between his legs on the floor. 
	He looked out the window at the ship, sort of wishing he could be on a ship adventure rather than a smelly van adventure. Ezekiel was definitely used to getting shit on at camp. He had started here being a complete ass but it was his way of gaining a sense of control. At his former school he used to get beat up and picked on constantly, at least now he could look after himself and being constantly yelled at was easier than having to be emotionally available when he could hardly handle his own emotions. He shifted in his seat, tilting his head back to rest against the seat and shut his eyes. It was important to get sleep whenever you could Ezekiel thought because once the quest truly started, sleep was limited.