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The Sands of Time

Zeke Brady

"I self identify as the weird kid of the family."

_{Forget and ignore who I used to be, that kid is never coming back.} | _{I'm staying home because I can't stand the sound of another heartbeat in the room.}

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Name

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Ezekiel Xavier Brady.
Zeke.

Birthday and Age

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October 3, 1998.
19 years old.

Gender

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Male.

Sexuality

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Homosexual.

Education Level

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Highschool Graduate.

Occupation

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Barista at the Java Cafe.

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^{"People inspire you or they drain you, pick them wisely." — Hans F. Hansen}

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Appearance

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BRUNETTE - BROWN EYES - 5"9 - 148 LBS

Ezekiel is handsome, thanks to good genetics from both of his parents, he was born with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. His hair is a dark brown and hangs just past hia ears, it's usually very mused. He has a broad forehead and dark brows that are set low on eyes that seem constantly tired. His eyes are heavy-lidded, with medium length, dark eyelashes. His eyes are dark brown in shade and can seem very intense at times.

He has a small nose with a beaky bridge and a shapely mouth. He's built tall and lean, he has broad shoulders and slight muscle definition in his stomach and arms. He has a pale scar that stretches from the knuckle of his ring finger on his right hand, up to the start of his wrist from an accident as a child.

He tends to wear very neutral, fashionable clothing. There's almost always a jacket on his person unless it's incredibly unseasonable.

Personality

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COMPASSIONATE - INTROVERTED - INTELLIGENT - MOODY

A born introvert, Ezekiel prefers to have time to himself and can be quite disagreeable if he's denied that time to himself. This isn't to say that he hates people altogether, just that he needs time to recharge after social ventures. He's very open and honest in conversation, a generally agreeable guy. Talking to him isn't much of a struggle and he has a warm humor about him.

He's very smart, the kind of person who sucks up knowledge like a sponge. He loves to learn new things and he's always searching for some new branch of knowledge to balance upon. He especially has a love of insects and he knows more about them than any other subject. This can lead to him sharing this information with whatever poor party that's willing to listen to him.

He also has a particularly good memory, holding onto details that might have otherwise been forgotten. It also helps that he tends to take notes and keeps an active journal. He's very private about the contents of his journal and keeps it hidden in his room. He has a slight worry of one of his siblings finding it.

At times, he can be a bit moody. These times are usually a result of him being cranky from lack of sleep or being surrounded in too many people for too long. When he gets into one of his "moods", he tends to snap at people or say things that he otherwise wouldn't. He'll usually apologize for these outbursts within the hour or sulk about it if the other party got angry in return.

Upbringing

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Ezekiel was raised like any other kid in Salem, to a big famity and a reasonable amount of money. He had just about everything he ever needed. He spent his childhood catching bugs and bringing them indoors (much to the dismay of his mother) and quickly became very interested in all kinds of insects. He learned as much as he could about the insects that he caught, pouring over library books and basically becoming an encyclopedia of bug facts. Despite this quirk, he was a fairly normal young boy.

His hunger for knowledge only grew as he got older. It expanded to new subjects, it became his favorite past time. If he learned something new, he spent days upon days researching it and becoming as knowledgeable as he could about it. This love of learning inspired extremely good grades. Even if he didn't like a subject, he found it relatively easy to learn.

He connected easily with boys in his age group and was even popular amongst the girls to some degree. People liked him, he liked people for the most part. Ezekiel was not a hard person to get along with. That's why it was especially strange when he never started dating. When asked about his interest in the girls that he knew, he seemed to think the idea of dating was ludicrous. Little did anyone know, he was dodging the truth about himself and had been for years.

By the time he turned sixteen, he was starting to realize his growing attraction to men and that made him very uncomfortable. He didn't know how to talk about this or who he could talk to about it so he kept it inside. He seemed to figure that it would go away if he didn't give it attention, he was very wrong. In fact, it seemed more and more apparent that he wasn't finding women attractive.

Despite his strong relationship with his family, he couldn't bring himself to talk about this. He would dodge questions that got too close for comfort and he'd pretend like everything was fine. He was the type to encourage his friends to do whatever made them happy while not following his own advice in the slightest.

Around the age of seventeen, he had his first kiss. Though this was never spoken of out loud, it's written in explicit detail in his journal. At a small house party, he had gotten a little tipsy and made the mistake of kissing a close male friend of his. Though they agreed that this was just a product of the alcohol in his bloodstream, he was unable to forget it.

Journal Entry

3:20 A.M.

Tonight I messed up. It was an accident, I swear by that. I know you don't believe me but it was an accident. I never would have done that if I'd been completely sober but God, it made something inside of me. . .
I can't finish that, it's too cheesy. Rest assured, I enjoyed it.

I don't know what I was thinking, I shouldn't drink around people anymore. Tonight I kissed him. I don't want to name him, that'll ruin the fantasy. If I put his name here, it'll make this more real somehow. It was fleeting, a single moment of fire where my lips touched his. I could feel him freeze, I knew he was confused. Hell, I was confused too. His mouth tasted like alcohol and spearmint gum, it seared into my teeth.

I touched his hair before he pulled back, my fingers got caught in it for just a brief moment. His lips had been dry, I wondered if mine were too. I self consciously licked my lips afterwards, I couldn't speak. I was staring at him as this sick sense of awe and wonder spread through my chest. Somewhere there was fireworks and flowers blooming. There were colors sparkling behind my eyes.

He laughed, really laughed, and I smiled at him. I was so confused. I should have known that he was laughing because he thought that in my drunken stupor, I'd forgotten he was a boy. I wish that was the case. If that had been the case then I wouldn't be sitting here, my heart pounding in my chest, in my bedroom, seeping in my own wretchedness. I wouldn't feel the heat of his mouth on mine, I wouldn't be touching my lips right now to see if they feel as hot as I think they do.

I keep thinking of how his cheeks looked flushed. Was it from the beer in his hand or because he'd been embarrassed by my kiss? I know that I must have been beat red when he'd looked at me, I'm not sure he noticed. I'm not sure people notice things as much as I do.

Like, I noticed that there was this girl near us when it happened. She'd paused to stare at us as we stared at each other. A circle of awkwardness, tension so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. She was a witness to my fumbling words and shaking hands.

Did she notice that my hands were shaking? Did he?

She hurried away after awhile, I think she realized that I kept glancing at her. I kept giving her looks. Help me, please looks. I was a drowning man at sea, clinging to the light shining above my head, and then she left. Plunged into darkness, I drifted downwards after that. I laughed at my own idiocy, he laughed too.

It was all so funny. I guess, in a cosmic way, it sort of is. It's sort of hilarious. The aching in my chest is an absolute riot. I'd be laughing right now if I didn't feel like breaking into tears.

God, it was awful but I satisfied some morbid curiosity within myself. I liked the brief hope of kissing him. I don't know if I'll ever recover from that. Can I force this front of liking girls forever when it feels so wrong? I'm not sure. It's not the same with girls.

I've had more than enough chances to pursue girls, I've taken none of them. Maybe I should have. Maybe I'll find that I like it somehow.

It's 3:35 A.M. now and I'm wondering what it would have felt like if he'd kissed me back.

At eighteen, he forced himself into a relationship with a girl in Salem and it was very strained. It was obvious that there was a lot of distance between the two. He was emotionally and physically distant and she was often left on the sidelines. They dated for about a year before he couldn't seem to take it any longer and broke it off. He never explained his reasoning for breaking up with her but it inspired talk from the locals.

He's avoided dating like the plague ever since and remains in the closet to this day. Recently, he's thrown himself into his job and tried to focus on his insect collection to occupy himself.

Misc

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He has a bug collection, he keeps the display boxes in his room and it can be a bit creepy if you're just meeting him.
He'd like to be an entomologist someday.
Ezekiel has a form of insomnia that's commonly brought on by stress.
He got his hand scar at the age of seven, thinking that playing sword fights with real knives was a good idea. Evidently, it was not.
_{FC: Milo Ventimiglia.
Color: f26522.}

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

I wouldn't imagine David running to Martin's rescue in his current state

@pokemad1

Martin is a terribly proud person, he would have probably been offended if David had helped him. It would have been a case of "OH SO JUST BECAUSE I'M SMALL AND TERRIBLY UNFIT FOR BATTLE, I CAN'T HANDLE HAGAN???"

<Snipped quote by pokemad1>

You know you want him to join in. \( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)/

I'm also working on a quick post.

@Surtr Inc

I'm wiggling my eyebrows in spirit.
Destroy him, Hagan.

The Sands of Time

Zeke Brady

"I self identify as the weird kid of the family."

_{Forget and ignore who I used to be, that kid is never coming back.} | _{I'm staying home because I can't stand the sound of another heartbeat in the room.}

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Name

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Ezekiel Xavier Brady.
Zeke.

Birthday and Age

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October 3, 1998.
19 years old.

Gender

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Male.

Sexuality

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Homosexual.

Education Level

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Highschool Graduate.

Occupation

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Barista at the Java Cafe.

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^{"People inspire you or they drain you, pick them wisely." — Hans F. Hansen}

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Appearance

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BRUNETTE - BROWN EYES - 5"9 - 148 LBS

Ezekiel is handsome, thanks to good genetics from both of his parents, he was born with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. His hair is a dark brown and hangs just past hia ears, it's usually very mused. He has a broad forehead and dark brows that are set low on eyes that seem constantly tired. His eyes are heavy-lidded, with medium length, dark eyelashes. His eyes are dark brown in shade and can seem very intense at times.

He has a small nose with a beaky bridge and a shapely mouth. He's built tall and lean, he has broad shoulders and slight muscle definition in his stomach and arms. He has a pale scar that stretches from the knuckle of his ring finger on his right hand, up to the start of his wrist from an accident as a child.

He tends to wear very neutral, fashionable clothing. There's almost always a jacket on his person unless it's incredibly unseasonable.

Personality

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COMPASSIONATE - INTROVERTED - INTELLIGENT - MOODY

A born introvert, Ezekiel prefers to have time to himself and can be quite disagreeable if he's denied that time to himself. This isn't to say that he hates people altogether, just that he needs time to recharge after social ventures. He's very open and honest in conversation, a generally agreeable guy. Talking to him isn't much of a struggle and he has a warm humor about him.

He's very smart, the kind of person who sucks up knowledge like a sponge. He loves to learn new things and he's always searching for some new branch of knowledge to balance upon. He especially has a love of insects and he knows more about them than any other subject. This can lead to him sharing this information with whatever poor party that's willing to listen to him.

He also has a particularly good memory, holding onto details that might have otherwise been forgotten. It also helps that he tends to take notes and keeps an active journal. He's very private about the contents of his journal and keeps it hidden in his room. He has a slight worry of one of his siblings finding it.

At times, he can be a bit moody. These times are usually a result of him being cranky from lack of sleep or being surrounded in too many people for too long. When he gets into one of his "moods", he tends to snap at people or say things that he otherwise wouldn't. He'll usually apologize for these outbursts within the hour or sulk about it if the other party got angry in return.

Upbringing

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Ezekiel was raised like any other kid in Salem, to a big famity and a reasonable amount of money. He had just about everything he ever needed. He spent his childhood catching bugs and bringing them indoors (much to the dismay of his mother) and quickly became very interested in all kinds of insects. He learned as much as he could about the insects that he caught, pouring over library books and basically becoming an encyclopedia of bug facts. Despite this quirk, he was a fairly normal young boy.

His hunger for knowledge only grew as he got older. It expanded to new subjects, it became his favorite past time. If he learned something new, he spent days upon days researching it and becoming as knowledgeable as he could about it. This love of learning inspired extremely good grades. Even if he didn't like a subject, he found it relatively easy to learn.

He connected easily with boys in his age group and was even popular amongst the girls to some degree. People liked him, he liked people for the most part. Ezekiel was not a hard person to get along with. That's why it was especially strange when he never started dating. When asked about his interest in the girls that he knew, he seemed to think the idea of dating was ludicrous. Little did anyone know, he was dodging the truth about himself and had been for years.

By the time he turned sixteen, he was starting to realize his growing attraction to men and that made him very uncomfortable. He didn't know how to talk about this or who he could talk to about it so he kept it inside. He seemed to figure that it would go away if he didn't give it attention, he was very wrong. In fact, it seemed more and more apparent that he wasn't finding women attractive.

Despite his strong relationship with his family, he couldn't bring himself to talk about this. He would dodge questions that got too close for comfort and he'd pretend like everything was fine. He was the type to encourage his friends to do whatever made them happy while not following his own advice in the slightest.

Around the age of seventeen, he had his first kiss. Though this was never spoken of out loud, it's written in explicit detail in his journal. At a small house party, he had gotten a little tipsy and made the mistake of kissing a close male friend of his. Though they agreed that this was just a product of the alcohol in his bloodstream, he was unable to forget it.

Journal Entry

3:20 A.M.

Tonight I messed up. It was an accident, I swear by that. I know you don't believe me but it was an accident. I never would have done that if I'd been completely sober but God, it made something inside of me. . .
I can't finish that, it's too cheesy. Rest assured, I enjoyed it.

I don't know what I was thinking, I shouldn't drink around people anymore. Tonight I kissed him. I don't want to name him, that'll ruin the fantasy. If I put his name here, it'll make this more real somehow. It was fleeting, a single moment of fire where my lips touched his. I could feel him freeze, I knew he was confused. Hell, I was confused too. His mouth tasted like alcohol and spearmint gum, it seared into my teeth.

I touched his hair before he pulled back, my fingers got caught in it for just a brief moment. His lips had been dry, I wondered if mine were too. I self consciously licked my lips afterwards, I couldn't speak. I was staring at him as this sick sense of awe and wonder spread through my chest. Somewhere there was fireworks and flowers blooming. There were colors sparkling behind my eyes.

He laughed, really laughed, and I smiled at him. I was so confused. I should have known that he was laughing because he thought that in my drunken stupor, I'd forgotten he was a boy. I wish that was the case. If that had been the case then I wouldn't be sitting here, my heart pounding in my chest, in my bedroom, seeping in my own wretchedness. I wouldn't feel the heat of his mouth on mine, I wouldn't be touching my lips right now to see if they feel as hot as I think they do.

I keep thinking of how his cheeks looked flushed. Was it from the beer in his hand or because he'd been embarrassed by my kiss? I know that I must have been beat red when he'd looked at me, I'm not sure he noticed. I'm not sure people notice things as much as I do.

Like, I noticed that there was this girl near us when it happened. She'd paused to stare at us as we stared at each other. A circle of awkwardness, tension so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. She was a witness to my fumbling words and shaking hands.

Did she notice that my hands were shaking? Did he?

She hurried away after awhile, I think she realized that I kept glancing at her. I kept giving her looks. Help me, please looks. I was a drowning man at sea, clinging to the light shining above my head, and then she left. Plunged into darkness, I drifted downwards after that. I laughed at my own idiocy, he laughed too.

It was all so funny. I guess, in a cosmic way, it sort of is. It's sort of hilarious. The aching in my chest is an absolute riot. I'd be laughing right now if I didn't feel like breaking into tears.

God, it was awful but I satisfied some morbid curiosity within myself. I liked the brief hope of kissing him. I don't know if I'll ever recover from that. Can I force this front of liking girls forever when it feels so wrong? I'm not sure. It's not the same with girls.

I've had more than enough chances to pursue girls, I've taken none of them. Maybe I should have. Maybe I'll find that I like it somehow.

It's 3:35 A.M. now and I'm wondering what it would have felt like if he'd kissed me back.

At eighteen, he forced himself into a relationship with a girl in Salem and it was very strained. It was obvious that there was a lot of distance between the two. He was emotionally and physically distant and she was often left on the sidelines. They dated for about a year before he couldn't seem to take it any longer and broke it off. He never explained his reasoning for breaking up with her but it inspired talk from the locals.

He's avoided dating like the plague ever since and remains in the closet to this day. Recently, he's thrown himself into his job and tried to focus on his insect collection to occupy himself.

Misc

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He has a bug collection, he keeps the display boxes in his room and it can be a bit creepy if you're just meeting him.
Ezekiel has a form of insomnia that's commonly brought on by stress.
Ezekiel began journaling at the age of eleven.
He'd like to be an entomologist someday.
He got his hand scar at the age of seven, thinking that playing sword fights with real knives was a good idea. Evidently, it was not.

_{FC: Milo Ventimiglia.
(Particularly during his role on Heroes.)
Color: f26522.}

@Altered Tundra @Dirty Pretty Lies

Have a Zeke.

The Sands of Time

@Altered Tundra If no one else has claimed him, could I claim the second Brady son? I'll try to get a CS up sometime today.

[HIGH CASUAL] Her Majesty's Spirit

I'm interested!

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

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Grand Ridge Academy - The Hallway to the Male Dorms.

Interactions.

@Surtr Inc

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Well, he was almost right.

"You can see th-"
When the arm wrapped around his throat, he immediately knew who it belonged to. It was hard with muscle and it immobilized him enough that kicking his feet did little to no good. He wasn't strong enough by a long shot to knock Hagan off balance or to throw him off. Mostly, he did a lot of squirming and trying to get an elbow into his chest. He had never been good at handling these situations.

No amount of black clothing and keeping his head down could ever completely get him off the radar. Avoiding Hagan wasn't impossible, not when he was careful. He'd had his head up his ass for awhile now though and he might as well have signed a death sentence for loitering in the hall like this. Sue him, he'd assumed that Hagan might have evacuated or been anywhere but here.

He shouldn't have done any assuming, assuming was the downfall of perfectly established society. Why assume that he was safe when he could always assume he was in danger? He sometimes wished that he'd had the initiative to actually learn to defend himself. It would come in handy in situations like now if he could do something but no. All Martin had to throw at Hagan now was some good old fashioned sarcasm.
That would get 'em.

In a somewhat strained voice, he started to say, "If you wanted a hug, Hagan, you could have just asked-"

Into the closet.
His snarky comment was cut off by a slight cry of panic before he toppled inside. He crashed straight into a broom and managed to knock down a small tower of cleaning supplies. An industrial bottle of bleach hit the ground beside him, it missed him by about an inch. He wanted to laugh at the irony of Hagan choosing to jam him into a closet but he also wanted to slam his head into a wall because it had happened in general.

He had been shoved into a lot of tight spaces in his life, this was nothing, it was spacious even. It was like a hotel compared to some of the things that people had managed to jam his small body into. "If you keep holding me real close like that, I might start to get the wrong idea, Hagan. I always did have a thing for guys that could kill me." his mouth tipped into a very unfriendly smile.

It was a dangerous game that he was playing. This defense mechanism of smart ass comments usually ended with a fist in his face. He couldn't really help it, if he couldn't shove Hagan aside then he had to do something. His only way of fighting back was to use his words. He liked to try to strike a nerve, though it was hard when he knew little to nothing about Hagan. He knew he was big, mean, and seemed to think that Martin's name was "faggot" but that wasn't much to go off of.

What did people who called him "faggot" usually have in common? They hated the slight implication that they could be gay themselves. So, that's exactly what he did, he implied that Hagan choke-holding him could start to blur the lines of romance. He just wanted to see him squirm a little, hopefully not get punched in the face a few times, and walk out of this closet like nothing had happened.

Challenging guys that could crush him like a bug was only a little less stupid than taunting axe murderers but since he'd already crossed that off his bucket list. . . What else was he going to do?

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Grand Ridge Academy - Bathroom.

Interactions

@Surtr Inc & @Atrophy & @Zombiedude101

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Penny Lawson.
That was someone that she knew, someone that she knew pretty damn well. From the looks of it, she was shooting off at the mouth and getting blamed for something that she didn't even have a hand in. It was hard not to admire just how well a speaking etiquette that Penny had, she was certainly not someone that anyone should mess with.

She nearly laughed when the reckless blond threatened the security guard but she did well in keeping her mouth shut. There was no need to blow their cover now, they had just barely made it through this. They'd be lucky if they didn't get seen on their way out.

A distraction was exactly what they'd needed and that's exactly what Penny had accidentally provided. She was going to have to thank her for that, though she wasn't sure how she'd explain the invisibility thing. Hell, she was still reeling a bit about that. When Lynette began to move, she was quick to follow because she wanted out of there and she wanted out of there now.

Whatever this was, it had taken a lot of concentration to hold in place. If her mind wandered even a little bit, it had rippled and their reflections would waver across the glass below them. It was weird, like a bad magicians trick and she couldn't help but wondering why it had happened. It wore off as they moved, she hadn't been paying enough attention to it to keep it in place.

She kept pace with Lynette easily, despite the slightest fatigue that she was feeling. "Penny, you absolute life saver!"

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Huh. How did Hagan shove Martin into a closet if Martin's already out of the closet ^{aaaaaaaand guess I'm going to go away again goodbye goodbye goodbye.}

@Atrophy

I shit you not, one of my original writes of this reply included this comment: "You're not impressing anyone with this, I'm no stranger to being in closets."

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

@Surtr Inc I have Martin's response done.
_{He made a smart ass comment and is probably going to pay dearly for it.}

I'm going to wait to post him with Aliana after you get Lynette up.

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Osmond Wright

EZ PZ Docks - Miami, United States

Interactions

@Oooie & @AbandonedIntel & @EurmalEye

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The sea was a close friend of his and the idea of being on a boat was not a foreign one.
Though water had a tendency to nullify his abilities, he still loved it. He had been surrounded in water throughout his entire life, his childhood had been spent on beaches. He had always had a fascination for the creatures that moved beneath the depths. All in all, this voyage was just going to be fun. He couldn't see any negatives about being surrounded in the element that he loved and understood almost as much as fire.

The flight hadn't been too long, he'd spent most of it in first class with his feet kicked up. He'd eaten a lot and had gotten pretty woozy but it had been fine, for the most part. He had even found time to flirt with a nice young lady that was sitting a seat away from him. He wasn't sure if she had been nice to him because she found him cute or because she found him pathetic. Either way, it was fun.

Leaving the plane, he booked a cab to ride down to the docks, he was left with a lot of time to think during that ride. It was hard not to wonder what sort of adventures he would have and who he was sure to meet. He knew they were headed to an island and it would probably be sort of creepy. The crew had sounded interesting enough and Mr. Smith didn't sound like he'd be a pain to work with.

Mostly, he wondered if he'd like anybody. He was generally pretty good with people, but he wasn't sure that he'd want to be trapped on a boat with people that he didn't click with. They'd be very different than what he was used to, they'd be from all walks of life. It would be exciting to hear about places outside of Hawaii, he had never really traveled before. Even Florida, despite its similarities to his home, was new and intriguing for him.

When the cab rolled into a parking space, he handed the money over to the man and stepped out. He casted his gaze around the area, the sea breeze tousled his dark blond locks. The ship was impressive and huge. It was really kind of magnificent, he couldn't wait to be aboard it. He raised his hand in greeting, a brilliant smile spreading across his face at the sight of his new crew.

"Hey, I'm Ozzie." he greeted them, taking in the site of his new team. "Sorry if I'm late, I tried to get here as fast as I could.