[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Wendy's -- Atlanta, Georgia
[i][color=#EEE8AA]Skills:[/color][/i] [/center]
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	Ezekiel blinked in shock when Leda unleashed on him. He remained silent, eyes hard as he stared her down while she vented all of the gods flaws onto him. If he got her riled up and ready to fight, Ezekiel would take the shit she threw at him and gladly clean it up. Honestly, he was fine with this. He got to see some raw emotion come out of Leda, some truth rather than that sarcastic bullshit they all hid behind.
	He gave both girls some space before he followed them out, masking the smirk on his face before he got back into the vehicle. Ezekiel wasn't going to reply back, he didn't need to. They all knew the gods were bad news, assholes and cared for no one but themselves. Ezekiel pushed the bounds of that every day by insulting them and not praising them as the others did. Ezekiel liked to think it was his own mode of survival. He was entertaining and reckless but he knew as soon as the gods got bored or any one of the demi-gods proved to be useless, they would be gone. 
	Ezekiel climbed into the backseat and waited another moment before speaking. [color=#EEE8AA]"So, I guess I'll head into the comedy club first, find Marsyas and keep him distracted while you two wait outside. How should I signal for you to head in and get Calliope?"[/color]