[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Bus Depot -- Washington D.C.
[color=#EEE8AA]Skills:[/color] Enhanced Healing[/center]
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	Ezekiel sighed, turning his head up to the sky and mouthed the word why. [color=#EEE8AA]”Look, I’m sorry okay? Next time you follow a psycho into the bathroom I’ll come running in, sword swinging,”[/color] Ezekiel concluded. He watched the staff Janelle held turn back into a simple walking stick before Kristin announced Ezekiel could heal her. He still found it neat how everyday objects could be turned into something magical. 
	Ezekiel held his hand up to Kristin’s head and started to close up the wound. He didn’t get far but he did get the bleeding to stop. He shook his hand out, took a deep breath and tried again. Ezekiel got the wound to close some but not completely. [color=#EEE8AA]”It’s better. I can put a bandage over it if you want me to to keep it free from possible dibres,”[/color] he stated. 
	The girl groaned as Kristin kicked her and he shook his head, watching her hands be tied up. [color=#EEE8AA]”Oh good, I always wanted a hostage,”[/color] Ezekiel joked. He walked over and attempted to pick the girl up, she slipped out of his arms and landed back on the table. Ezekiel hung his head and sighed, exasperated. [color=#EEE8AA]”Let’s try this again.”[/color] He was a demigod for Apollo’s sake. He should have better strength than the average human and be able to carry a petite girl. Ezekiel scooped the woman up in his arms and held her completely on his second try. [color=#EEE8AA]”Alright, let’s get on the bus to fun town,”[/color] he said and headed back through the bus station to their bus.