[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Arena  -- Camp Half-Blood
[color=#EEE8AA]Skills:[/color] Guitar; [/center]
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	Normally the camp sing-along songs were rather vexing for Zeke but right now he was appreciating the numbing effect it was having on his mind. All he had to do was play a few chords on the guitar and tap his foot. The other’s did the over the top moves and signing. The younger kids usually loved it while the older one’s kind of mingled around like they were. 
	From time to time Zeke’s eyes would wander to find Janelle. He had gotten to talk with her earlier but there was a sadness to her voice at hearing about the bet. He had tried to inform her that it didn’t mean anything but Zeke knew that it was just the act of doing it that hurt her and that angered him. He was mad at himself but he also wanted to be mad at her. She shouldn’t really be all that upset. It wasn’t like they were dating. And that was when Zeke felt sad because it was all on him. 
	There had been rumors going around about the new prophecies and they would be discussed after the Roman’s had their own meeting. Zeke wondered if that was why two Gods had been at camp today. The trio were fighting again, not all that much of a surprise but the rest of the world was paying for it. Again, not a surprise. So, that too, was pissing Zeke off. Really, it just wasn’t a good day to have the insecure mind of a sixteen-year-old boy. 
	On the upside, Zeke’s guitar skills were on point. Each time he moved his fingers to a new chord, it rang out in perfect tune and flowed like sirens were singing. Too bad he was playing just a simple camp song and was in a crap mood.