[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i]  Bus Depot ---> Bus -- New York City, New York
[color=#EEE8AA]Skills:[/color] Tracking[/center]
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	Ezekiel watched the Harpy that was bothering Kristin drop from the sky and looked at Janelle. [color=#EEE8AA]”Daughter of Hypnos, sleep, cool. Remind me not to piss you off,”[/color] he noted. He watched Kristin kill the last one before he was grabbed and they were hauled onto the bus. Now, hopefully they wouldn’t get stranded like last time. 
	He settled into a seat near the girls and shut his eyes for a moment. He had managed to reclaim his pen but left his discarded chips to the seagulls. He still had a few cookies and his pop to last him so that was good enough. Ezekiel was used to going with a little less on these trips anyways. It was a bit of religious rite in that sense. 
	Ezekiel looked over at Janelle, opening his eyes as Kristin explained the power thing. [color=#EEE8AA]”I can manipulate sunlight and can heal. Back at camp I mainly work in the infirmary at the Big House,”[/color] he briefly explained. [color=#EEE8AA]”Where is your accent from?”[/color] He hadn’t heard too many different accents in his lifetime.