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 eyebrows furrowed, his icy blue eyes flickering widly, like a madman. He followed briskly into the barracks, only to find that "lion"- Cameron, was his name? Nevermind that- he was talking to Maddi. He tapped the young lad's shoulder, for him to move aside,so that he could crouch down between the rows of bunk beds. "It's been decided." He said with a small, aggrivated huff. "I'm staying- and there is nothing you can do to stop me." Ezekiel mutters, but he quickly drops the holstiers with guns, and kicks them under the nearest bunkbed, but keeps the dull kitchen knife hidden in his pocket.
He unbuttons the AntiMeta uniform shirt, and shrugsout of the navy longsleeve uniform undershirt, a plain white shirt laying underneath, and tosses it to the side. However, he keeps the navy blue pants on. He quickly begins to rub away at the foundation-covered tattoo's, not really doing the complete job, but it was good enough. He outstretched his arms towards Cameron, and gave a bittersweet smile. "Surprise. I'm one of you- but, eh, slightly better." He added lightly. Hopefully, the guards wouldnt notice him just yet and he could slip under the radar for a bit.
