<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NnEfXy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Ares.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Cabin.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>8:05 A.M.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zahara, NPC Cabin-mates.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing:  This. (http://www.menfashionhub.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/1081.jpg)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Something was wrong in this picture. The moment he stepped up to Zahara's bed and saw her laying there, she was just out of place. Don't get him wrong, she was not out of place in the cabin, just in the bed. It's an odd sight to see someone in tight shorts, a tank-top and sneakers laying in bed unless they're piss drunk and passing out. It's just too uncomfortable. So as he took a moment to...well, take her in, he deduced what was going on. She'd probably gotten up already and did her daily routine, somehow completely avoiding him in the process, only to return and cheekily lay on the bed for him to find her. It had to start so early in the morning, her little teasing antics that is. With everyone else she was what a second in command should be; Stern, Aware, Strong, Beautiful. With him, though, she insisted on being this permanently mischievous best friend who always tried to get him stepping out of his funks. He crossed his arms lightly, dropping the spear and offering her a sigh.<br/><br/>"Would you rather me carry you out instead Zii? I give killer piggy-back rides." He teased back, and his eyes shot her a somewhat playful glare, a look that was uniquely given to her and no one else. Others just got scowls. Though she'd know what it meant...that he would probably purposely drop her on her ass the moment she climbed on. His grin followed, cheeky and wicked, challenging. It was his personality, though. Everything was a competition, even trading little morning snaps, and she was usually right on his tail. In fact, he often lost the battle of wits between them. He was better with his spears than with his tongue, it seemed. He always blamed it on the fact that she was the only one capable of seeing through his stern exterior, something most others accepted as just the norm. Ezra didn't purposely try to be a strict, up-tight asshole, but when you manage over fifty children, all of whom the children of the War God, you have to command with an iron grip. Not to mention his past was rather traumatizing, but that's another issue entirely.<br/><br/>One that she knew, however. For as long as he could remember, Zahara had been with him at this camp. He couldn't remember anymore which one of them arrived there first, only that he was just one year older than she was. It was hard for Ezra to make friends at that time. The bountiful blessing of abilities granted to him by his father had always caused envy and distaste towards him. He'd always win at physical contests, even if he tried to lose on purpose for the others to accept him, his nature would refuse the notion and his body would take over for his mind. It did not help that he was a bit of a recluse, still scarred by the memories of what he had done, and the man he killed. He would have recurring nightmares, some of which never really went away, that kept him awake for most nights. That's when she would step in. Every time things would get out of hand, she would be there to hold him back. Countless nights, she slept at his side to ease the nightmares away, or stay up with him till dawn just talking. About their similar past, about their history. She'd help connect him with others, provide him with constant challenges to maintain his interest, and slowly she'd open him up to everyone else. He usually hated to admit it, but she was probably the one friend he cared about most in this entire place.<br/><br/>He thew his backpack from over his shoulder, dropping it on her bed and unzipping it to take something out. Speaking to her as he did. "Don't make me do it, cause I'll throw you over my shoulder and steal you if I have to." he grinned, taunting, as he pulled out his black Councillor uniform. Sliding off the tank-top he wore after his shower, he threw it into the backpack and started replacing it with the other. Ezra's body was well muscled and as scarred as ever, yet nothing too disfiguring. They were close enough that something like a lack of a shirt or pants wasn't really all that big of a deal. They'd kicked each others asses and ripped more armor off each other in combat than most others did in their whole stay at camp, really. This was their nature, as children of Ares and extremely competitive Demi-Gods. Just as he slipped his shirt on, suddenly there was a sudden bump from behind.<br/><br/><strong>"OW!"</strong>He heard an exclamation as Ezra nearly lost his balance and grabbed onto Zii to stay up. He looked back, only to see one of the straggling kids hadn't been paying attention and smashed right into Ezra, sending the kid toppling down on his ass. That's it. Ezra turned to face his siblings once more, this time out-right yelling. "IF I SEE ONE OF YOU IN THIS CABIN IN THE NEXT THIRTY SECONDS, I SWEAR ON OLYMPUS I WILL SHOVE THIS SPEAR SO FAR UP YOUR ASSES YOU'LL HAVE TO SNEEZE IT OUT." The next second could only be described in one word: Stampede. The kids and cabin-mates made a death leap for the door, grabbing their shit and bolting out before Ezra actually followed up on his words. The kid that hit him was new, probably. He sat there, frozen in both shock and fear at Ezra's words and actions.<br/><br/>"And<em>you</em>." He said, staring daggers into the kids eyes. If Zahara didn't feel generous enough to save him, this kid wasn't going to have a very good morning.