[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Wendy's ---> On The Road Again-- Atlanta, Georgia
[i][color=#EEE8AA]Skills:[/color][/i] [/center]
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	Ezekiel wasn't sure how he felt about them all charging in there, he thought they should have some advantage on their side but he was outnumbered and refrained from starting another fight. [color=#EEE8AA]"I supposed I could challenge him. I might be able to find a guitar or the kidnapper might be able to provide one,"[/color] he said with slight humor. He watched the world pass outside as Leda drove much more cautiously. He found it a bit amusing but as he didn't drive, he didn't comment. 
	They were still a few hours from Houston but Ezekiel was starting to grow fidgety in the anticipation. He drummed his fingers on his leg, the seat beside him and along the door. Trying to keep himself distracted and calm. [color=#EEE8AA]"So, is there anyone at camp you guys hate more than me?"[/color] He asked curiously.