[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Greyhound Bus Station -- Washington D.C.
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	Ezekiel fiddled with his bracelet when Kristin started to list off the different food locations in the area. Now that he brought the girl up, he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about her. How she looked into his eyes, fears and desperation there it seemed. How her knee pressed against his and how her hair fell. He still couldn’t get around the fact of how desperate she was to keep him safe. Who was she?
	Ezekiel’s stomach growled and he came back to reality, looking at the two girls. [color=#EEE8AA]”Chick-Fil-A sounds good, we could check out the capitol building too, it’s only a few blocks from here,”[/color] Ezekiel said and turned around. He stopped, the colour seeming to drain from his face for a moment. [color=#EEE8AA]”How do you feel about scorpion instead?”[/color] Ezekiel shifted, pulling his bow around and grabbed a couple of arrows, placing two on the string. Just a few feet away from the three demi-gods stood a giant pit scorpion, who probably hadn’t stabbed anything in awhile.
	[color=#EEE8AA]”Well, can’t say D.C. is boring on the monster front,”[/color] Ezekiel noted and took aim. Both arrows fired off. The first sailed over it but the other made its mark and with an ear splitting howl, the creature fell down and didn’t rise again. Ezekiel cocked his head to the side, feeling tempted to poke it with a stick. [color=#EEE8AA]”Well, that was anticlimactic. Should I burn it and then we could have roasted scorpion,”[/color] Ezekiel joked.