[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Truck -- The Road
[i][color=#EEE8AA]Skills:[/color][/i] [/center]
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	Ezekiel settled into the backseat, putting in one headphone and smirked at Leda's comment. [color=#EEE8AA]"I don't sing and I left my guitar back at camp,"[/color] he said and switched notebooks as they headed out onto the highway. With drives like these he tended to be on edge a bit. You never knew what you would come across and so he liked to keep his hands and mind busy. He started going over the poem he had started yesterday, already making some changes and tweaks to it while Leda drove. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]"You could, or one of us could text Rosie just as easily and that allows you not be distracted driving,"[/color] Ezekiel noted. Ezekiel didn't have a cell phone, which proved difficult in times like these and he wasn't around an internet connection so he couldn't message Rosie that way or he would with his iPod. He glanced at the girls while Leda drove and shook his head a little before resuming his work. What a trio they made. They knew each other, as one pretty much knows everyone at camp but they weren't friends but they knew enough about each other to harass the other. Ezekiel wondered if that was why the three of them were picked. They annoyed each other enough to keep the other on their toes and alert.