[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i]  Bus -- THE ROAD
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	Ezekiel smiled slightly as Janelle was honest about the magic thing and explaining a bit of her background. Irish, that was pretty cool and Ezekiel somehow refrained from saying any of the typical stereotypes. [color=#EEE8AA]”I am sorry about you parents,”[/color] he commented. His mother was his world. He didn’t know what he would do if she died. [color=#EEE8AA]”Your brother seems cool though. At least you’ve got each other still,”[/color] he commented. Although, her brother did seem a bit like a prick but then again what Ares kid wasn’t. 
	Ezekiel shot a glare at Kristin. [color=#EEE8AA]”For the love of Aphrodite Kristin, it’s Zeke, Ezekiel or shithead. Not [i]Zekey[/i],”[/color] he ground out. Apollo called him that and he absolutely detested the childish nickname. He settled back in his seat and refocused on Janelle. [color=#EEE8AA]”She is right though. I am the camp’s resident shithead so don’t be surprised if I say something unbecoming. Feel free to lash back, I find letting anger out a great way to decompress and I live to serve. Right little miss sunshine,”[/color] Ezekiel said to Kristin with a shit-eating grin on his face.
	[color=#EEE8AA]”Also, don’t worry about being who you truly are at camp, Janelle. I’m the only one who is judged and judges. We all come from different places and backgrounds and none of us are normal. We are demi-gods after all and that’s pretty messed up as it is.”[/color]