[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] New York City
[color=#EEE8AA]Skills:[/color]  [/center]
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     Janelle's next words hit Ezekiel incredibly hard. It was the persona he had portrayed when he first started at camp but this last year, Zeke had been really making an effort to change that. Janelle had seemed to be one who really understood him and that allowed him to feel comfortable in relaxing the walls he had built up. However, it didn't seem like Janelle knew him at all. She was hurting, that much was obvious and although Zeke was a healer, there was nothing he could do about this. 
     He shuffled along, following the group but he didn't really acknowledge anything in particular until Nancy offered to cut Demetri's hair. Frowning in confusion, Ezekiel looked up and over to Demi to see a girl where Demi should have been. Unfortunately, Zeke couldn't pretend he didn't know who that was. He knew this girl very well even if he had only seen her once. He grabbed his wrist, the one where the bracelet she had given him rested. He stared at her in utter confusion before speaking. 
     [color=#EEE8AA]"Demetri?"[/color]