Ezekiel Jebeddiah Crosse
"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remains as your legacy."
Ezekiel's bright blue eyes flickered over Maddi's face, widening a bit. "Again?" He repeated, in a low gruff tone. "What do you mean again?" Zeke questioned, his voice raising a bit above a whisper- it sounded aggitated. "He punched you? Why?" His nails dug into his palm- trying to contain his anger and not alert any officers to himself. He was already on their bad side for being on the run, let alone if he was going to act out and beat another Meta to a pulp.
His eyes narrowed as he shook his head- letting it go. "Fine by me, Maddi." Ezekiel said, giving a huff and raising his hands in a surrendering manner. "Don't expect me to just let him push me around." He shurgged his shoulders before going to sit by the fence, his chin resting on his knees, which were pulled to his chest.