[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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	[color=#EEE8AA]"Then we're dead,"[/color] Ezekiel said seriously. Just because he couldn't sing, didn't mean he wasn't musically inclined. Besides, there were better art forms than just making music with your voice. He looked at the window, watching the rainbow form before he fished in his pack for a couple drachma and handed them over. [color=#EEE8AA]"Let him know where we are headed as well, just encase,"[/color] Ezekiel said. 
	He didn't like to think things would go badly but if they did, he knew his mother would at least appreciate having his body brought back home if at all possible. Ezekiel always found it annoying that technology outside of camp was a death sentence. They had a bloody tech tent in camp for crying out loud. Seemed a bit redundant but Ezekiel still kept with his iPod outside of camp. It wasn't connected to the internet to it didn't exactly let out a frequency of any kind.