[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Bus Stop ---> Bus Bus-- Pasadena, Texas
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	[color=#EEE8AA]”Depends, are we meeting everyone in New Rome or Half-blood again?”[/color] Ezekiel asked, tempted to get back into Kristin’s ‘personal space’. The bus arrived soon after and Ezekiel boarded after Janelle, thanking her for paying for them all. They walked over to a set of seats but Ezekiel elected to remain standing. It had been a long drive to Pasadena. 
	On the next stop, four people boarded and stood near them. Now would be the time for Krisitin to make her sad personal space comment. They didn’t look very savory as one eyed Kristin pretty hard. Ezekiel frowned a little, shifting the pack on his shoulder to block Kristin. Janelle started tapping her cane, seeming to a song in her head but it was no song Ezekiel knew. Slowly, the rhythm formed in his head and he stepped back, nudging Kristin’s foot. These four were working for Echindia and were giving off the monster vibe. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]”Hey, the next stop is ours right? I zoned out for a minute,”[/color] Ezekiel said, looking at Kristin with the eyes of, ‘yes, I know you find me annoying but we need to get off the dam bus.’