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Zeke Rojas

"I did it for the lols."

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a character in “The Exchange Program”, as played by peace_of_mind7

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Full Name
Ezekiel Rafael Rojas


Nicknames
Zeke {Common} ❈ Rojas {Authority} ❈ Z {Close Friends}


Gender
Cis Male


Sexuality
Pansexual


Age
Eighteen


Role
Demon Boy #1


Birthday and Zodiac
Nov. 22 ❈ Sagittarius ♐


Place of Origin
Brooklyn, New York ❈ USA


Face Claim
Reece King


Hex Code
#614051 ❈ Main
#406150 ❈ Thoughts





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Description
Zeke is known for his unique bone structure. With his angular jaw line and sharp cheekbones resting underneath deviously dark almond eyes, he's had his fair share of onlookers. His caramel complexion is soft to the touch and littered with various small, personal tattoos. He's on the taller side, towering just at the six feet mark. His limbs are long, packed with lean muscle which fits pretty well with his relatively lanky physique. When he smiles, two rows of straight white teeth (from years of braces) gleam behind his full lips. Also, his eyebrows are on fleek. All in all, Zeke is a very attractive demon. And he's well aware of this fact.

Wing Description
Zeke is blessed with strong, powerful wings that are saturated in a red so deep it almost appears black. It's easy to make that mistake, but when the sunlight hits those burgundy feathers as he soars it's unmistakable. He likes to think it's similar to the color of blood. They don't call him Rojas for nothing.

Hair Color
Onyx

Eye Color
Deep Dark Brown || Borderline Black

Height
6 Feet

Weight
155 lbs

Ethnicity
1/2 Dominican ❈ 1/2 Haitian

Piercings/Tattoos
Zeke is tatted up and pierced





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Personality

Goofy ❈ Charismatic ❈ Sociopath ❈ Passionate ❈ Blunt ❈ Chaotic Neutral

Ezekiel is a crucible of quirks, bad habits, and contradictions. In other words, he kind of a mess. A hot mess, but a mess nonetheless. He's always on the hunt for the next adventure; the next thrill to escape this mundane life. It's safe to say that he's a bit of a daredevil. He chooses not to let his fears and doubts get in the way of what he wants. And when he wants something, he will strive to get it...even if it means hurting others. There is an air of playful apathy about him. He's not cold, but he honestly doesn't care about anyone, but himself. This a fact that he doesn't hide...at all. As long as things are in his best interest, he's the happy-go-lucky demon with a fun-loving thrill streak. However, when the odds are not in his favor, Zeke gets resourceful. Revenge, manipulation, and careful plotting are not off his radar. He can scheme, prank, and trick with the best of them. Okay, so he's kind of a sociopath.

In fact, a deep, dormant, subconscious part of him actually loves when things get chaotic and sticky. It just means he'll have a swell ole time fucking with people to win in the end. He thinks he's just a free spirit, unbound by the burden of giving a fuck about people. Don't get me wrong, he isn't a monster, by any means. He's actually a really laid-back, chill individual, but with his short fuse, mean streak, and total disregard for human life (or any life, for that matter), Zeke has the potential to raise Hell.






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Wild Parties || He has to turn up. He just has to ● Weed || Mmm, greens ● Long Island Ice Teas || It literally has everything ● Being a leader || He feels like it's his calling ● Chocolate || He's obsessed ● Puzzles || He has stacks of puzzle books, old crosswords, and jigsaw puzzle in his closet ● Sweater Weather || He's a sucker for a comfy, festive, ridiculous sweater ● Dirty Dancing || His hips don't lie



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Police || He's seen too many crooked cops to put his trust in a broken system ● Sour Candy || It's just not good, man ● Fast Food || His body is a temple ● Politics || No, thank you ● Boredom || He needs constant stimulation because he's a child ● Singing || It's simply not one of his talents ● Small Spaces || #Triggered ● Pickles || Why? Why are they a thing?


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Claustrophobia || Tight spaces make him extremely uncomfortable● Coulrophobia || IT scarred him for life ● Demonophobia || JK. That's just ironic


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User can create and manipulate illusions, causing people to see, hear, touch, smell and/or taste things which do not actually exist or cause them to perceive things differently from what they truly are. Some users can create complex and detailed worlds, others may be able to only alter the way they or the target are perceived. Limitations include: Using the power drains him significantly, he can only create what is fathomable and realistic, and he has to be in close proximity




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You may be wondering how our pretty little sociopath came to be. Well, gather 'round kiddies, because this one is a doozy. Zeke was born and bred in the urban jungle. Bedstuy, Brooklyn to be exact. Whilst there, he and his brother, Cain, reside in the rundown apartment that their mother left behind after she was deported and sent back to the Dominican Republic where their demon clan survived, leaving her two sons to fend for themselves in this big, scary human world. They were lucky enough that Cain was old enough to take custody of Zeke, preventing him from being apart of the system. Together, the boys survived by doing odd jobs such as cleaning luxury apartments on the Upper East Side, spending hours being doormen in the West Village, or working part-time as delivery boys and riding their bikes throughout the city for hours on end. This life was an exhausting one with very little reward. They barely made enough to cover rent, utilities, and transportation.

That's when Cain realized that this wasn't enough. Breaking their backs for so little wasn't going to fly anymore. He took matters into his own hands without telling Zeke of his intentions. And that's when the robberies started. At first, Zeke didn't question the new flat screen or the brand new coffee maker, but slowly Cain stopped coming to doorman shifts, leaving Zeke with all the of the work, but still managing to come home with a fat stash of cash in his pocket. After a while, he confronted Cain about his strange behavior, prying the truth out was like pulling fucking teeth. Cain reluctantly told him that he's been using his invisibility and power of persuasion to steal from the wealthy Uptown.

You'd think Zeke would be outraged. Perhaps concerned that they might get caught, but he wasn't. In fact, he wanted to join in the fun. Robbing rich assholes sounded like a lovely pastime. Plus, they were human. How could they possibly explain that they were robbed by an invisible, hypnotic creature? Yeah, exactly. Cain was resistant about bring Zeke along, but he knew that his little brother would pursue this with or without him. Might as well keep an eye on him. And that's how the Rojas brothers got started in their downward spiral. They were successful for about a year before a heist went array.

It was Zeke's job to plan the escape route and distract the target with his illusions while Cain robbed them blind. But, that night, Zeke wasn't at full capacity. He's been using his illusion abilities a lot as of late and it was starting to take its toll on him. Nevertheless, he and Cain had to put food on the table, so he sucked it up and proceeded as planned. What he didn't account for was the security guard on patrol that night. He should have known, but he was physically exhausted and couldn't shake the fog in his head. So when the security guard saw a floating bust in the hallway and pulled out his gun in blind fear, Zeke wasn't strong enough to engulf his mind with a distraction whilst subduing their target. Two shots rang in the air, a loud thud hit the floor, and crimson tainted the expensive rug. That's how Zeke lost the last person he's ever given a damn about. That night, Zeke fled the scene and flew home as fast as his wings could carry him. He took all the money they had in their safe, his passport, and packing anything and everything he'd need to make a quick getaway.




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Miscellaneous

His eyes turn icy blue when he's making illusions

He speaks fluent Spanish

His friends Skidz and Moody helped him leave New York and find a place to hide

Skidz and Moody went to school with Cain, so they have a big brother relationship with Zeke. Though Zeke doesn't care about them as much as they care about him.

That booty though...



So begins...

Zeke Rojas's Story

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Dialogue ❈ #614051
Senior
Demon Boy
Location ❈ John F. Kennedy
International Airport
Queens, New York

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"Move it or lose it, bitches!” Zeke shouts, duffel bag slung around his lanky torso and suitcase nipping at his heels as he pushes his way toward the baggage claim area. Obviously, there is nothing there waiting for him, especially since he just showed up to this place in an Uber, and not a flying deathtrap (he’s never trusted planes). Still, he has to be there to meet up with his host family...and he needs to get there quickly before they see that he didn’t actually step off a plane. Luckily, Skidz and Moody didn’t live far from the airport, so the Uber was pretty much smooth sailing despite the routine New York traffic.

Once Zeke is at baggage claim, he’s gasping for air, bending over his suitcase and clutching his side as it cramps from the exertion. He looks around, smiling to himself when he sees that the coast is clear, and he’s got enough time to sit his ass down and contemplate everything that’s led to this moment.





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β€œForeign Exchange Program?” Zeke’s bushy brows furrow as he narrows his eyes at the computer screen. He turns to Moody, the man who brought this to his attention, with confusion in his dark gaze.

β€œYes,” Moody confirms, nodding his head. β€œThat’s what it says.”

β€œSorry to burst your bubble, bruv, but I’m not fucking foreign. I’m USA, all day.”

Skidz spins in his rotating computer chair, hands clasped as his index fingers poke out to support his chin. β€œWell, if you don’t want to be arrested for robbery and murder, I suggest you get real foreign, real quick because this shit is your ticket out...or at least, gives us to enough time to figure something out. Nevertheless, brush up on your Spanish, Z.”

β€œPuta,” (bitch) Zeke mutters under his breath with a roll of his eyes.

β€œThere ya go,” Skidz smirks, swiveling back to his desktop. Moody spares his roommate a short, knowing glance before his attention is back on Zeke.

β€œLook, Z, all you have to do is pretend to be a foreign exchange student for a couple of months. You won’t have to leave New York, you’ll have free room and board, and you can continue going to school. Sure, you’ll be the new kid, but who gives a damn, really.”

Zeke looks at him with a shred of doubt lingering in his stare. Moody sighs, β€œThink of it as a brand new slate. As long as you don’t fuck up, and get your cover blown, you’re solid.”

β€œBut how am I going to get a transcript from another country? I’m already in the New York public school system.”

Skidz pipes up, his fingers flying frantically across the keyboard. β€œYou leave that part to me, okay. I can get you a fake transcript, report cards, birth certificate. The whole nine. You just have to show up.”

β€œThat easy, huh?” Zeke quirks his brow.

β€œYeah, that easy,” Moody and Skidz smile in unison before immediately fist-bumping and doing their custom made handshake that involved a lot of elaborate hand movements. To which, Zeke’s response was a mentally scoffed β€˜dumbasses’.

β€œWell, why can’t I just stay here with you two?”

His friends look at each other, clearly confused by the question.

β€œZeke,” Skidz breathes, shaking his head. β€œIt’s wild enough that we’re bailing your ass out of some real 5-0 bullshit, but we can’t store you here. We were Cain’s closest friends. I’m surprised the cops haven’t questioned us yet.”

β€œBut they will,” Moody interjects, regarding Zeke with the utmost seriousness. β€œThey probably searched your house already, and we can’t let them find out that we’re involved in this. At. All. Am I clear?”

There is a pregnant pause between the three. Tension building and widening as the span of silence carries on. Zeke breaks it; a glint gleaming in his eye. β€œCrystal.”

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Now here he is, almond eyes scanning the perimeter for the people that hold the key to shelter. As far as they know, he’s an exchange student from the Dominican Republic. He’s their exciting, new, exotic temporary foster child. At least, that’s the fantasy he’s selling. Hunching over, he pulls out his cell phone and headphones; he places the soft muffs around his pierced ears and turns on the song of the week/month that he’s been playing on repeat. Last month was Chanel by Frank Ocean, now this time he’s bumping Kendrick Lamar in his speakers, allowing the infectious bass to tune out the busy bodies and pull him into a state of peace.

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Dialogue ❈ #614051
Senior
Demon Boy
Location ❈ John F. Kennedy
International Airport
Queens, New York

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In the throws of Kendrick Lamar’s passionate lyrical genius, Zeke is keeping his eyes peeled for his host family. He doesn’t particularly know much about them--let alone what they look like. They didn’t exactly come with pictures and shit, okay. All he knows is that there is a kid named Caleb that goes to his school, and the rest is lost on him. In retrospect, he should have been paying more attention when Moody gave him the rundown, but he had been too busy freaking out internally to really let the words land on him.

Nevertheless, his eyes are scanning the throng of mindless travellers. He witnesses a teenage girl reconnecting with what seems to be her parents, a burly man nearly tumbling over an oblivious woman’s designer suitcase, and a little boy picking up his lollipop from the dirty floor before shoving it in his mouth before his mother can stop him. He sees everything, but an indication that someone is there for him. Had he shown up to the right airport? He could have sworn it was JFK...or could it have been Laguardia? Fuck.

A wave of anxiety almost washes him away; crashing and roaring from his head to his Jordans. His eyes dart frantically before a bright red beacon catches his eye. Well, less of a beacon and more of a small redhead holding up a sign with the words β€˜Altumae High Exchange Students’ big and bold. He sighs as the words shift to β€˜Safehouse’ in his mind’s eye.

Pulling his headphone off of his ears, he slings his duffel bag over his shoulder and yanks his suitcase to his side. He meanders toward the sign, pushing past more people as he does. Soon, he’s right at her feet, looking up at the stranger with a quirked brow.

β€œHola,” he waves getting the redhead’s attention. β€œI’m Zeke...Zeke…” he stops, unsure if he should use his real last name or not. β€œUh, yeah, I’m one of the new foreign exchange students.” He makes sure to color his voice with a tinge of an accent, hoping to really sell it.

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B R I A L L E N . S A M S O N
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Dialogue: #F35E64
Sophomore
Demon Girl
Location: John F. Kennedy
International Airport
Queens, New York
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Briallen tapped her foot impatiently. "What the hell is taking her so long?" the demon muttered under her breath. Briallen didn't quite know who "her" was, but she had to assume that her host family would have a daughter instead of a son.
The demon's eyes roamed over the crowd of people. Her enhanced eyesight allowed her to see and read the little things. However, it didn't really matter what country someone's brochure featured.
Suddenly, Briallen noticed something. A distance away, someone was holding a sign. Briallen waited for some of the people to clear before catching a glimpse at the words.
"Altumae High Exchange Students," the dark-haired girl muttered the words under her breath, glaring at the people who gave her weird looks. "Well, there we go," Briallen remarked quietly as she picked up her suitcase.
Briallen could see the girl holding up the sign from where she was standing. Her hair was dyed a flamboyant red, and she could be described as petite (even though Briallen was sure that redhead was taller than said demon). She was probably around...5'3"? 5'4"? No matter her height, she was still about a third of a foot taller than Briallen. The hazel-eyed demon also noticed a boy...not just any boy. The girl suddenly halted, taking in a sharp breath as others looked at her weirdly. Damn, his aura was strong. The boy was unmistakably a demon.
Briallen approached the redhead briskly, only having to tilt her head up slightly to look up at her. "Briallen," she said coolly, making sure to keep watch of the demon boy out of the corner of her eye. "Samson," she added brusquely, not caring for formalities.

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Dialogue: #F35E64
Sophomore
Demon Girl
Location: John F. Kennedy
International Airport
Queens, New York
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Briallen raised an eyebrow and turned to the new girl. Whoa. Sure, her aura wasn't as strong as the demon boy's, but Briallen was definitely sure that she wasn't human. Although real demons didn't arise from hell and follow Lucifer - whatever his name was - they all possessed some sort of darkness in their aura. Stupid humans always thought darkness represented evil, and light represented good. Not the case.
Briallen was getting off track. She knew the demon boy was demon due to that specific darkness in his aura, but the girl didn't have it. Her aura almost felt...hollow to Briallen. Not necessarily incomplete, but just...weak. Almost like the heartbeat of a dying human.
Damn, Briallen suddenly understood, even though her expression didn't reveal anything. She's a stinking angel.
Briallen narrowed her eyes at the newcomer, making sure it wasn't particularly unkind. "Briallen," she responded to the angel's greeting. "Charmed."
She extended her hand to the angel. Although you wouldn't describe the gesture as friendly, it definitely wasn't hostile. Though Briallen's dark and almost scary demeanor didn't help with the "not hostile" part.

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Dialogue ❈ #614051
Senior
Demon Boy
Current Obsession ❈ Humble || Kendrick Lamar
Location ❈ John F. Kennedy
International Airport
Queens, New York

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Like moths to a flame Zeke’s fellow exchange students begin to pile in. However, he can’t help but notice a very small, insignificant, microscopic detail. None of these motherfuckers are human. It’s like his spidey senses are tripping on acid when short, dark, and demon-y strolls up, reeking of well...demon--just pure vibrating darkness in such a small being. Zeke snaps his attention to her, his eyes widening when their gazes meet and he’s greeted with something just a hair short of suspicion. Okay Zeke thinks, his eyes narrowing in intrigue. So, he’s not the only big fish in his cesspool of a pond. Fun times. He winks at her, a crooked smirk sliding onto his angular face. A glint shines in his dark hues before he snuffs it out fast enough to keep it private.

And if you think seeing his first demon outside of his family tree isn’t overwhelming enough, well, here comes another strange tingle glow climbing up his spine. It’s a very different sense than the demon girl...uh, Braillen, he remembers her saying. He makes a mental note to probe her mind later. Now his attention is pulled by the shimmering aura radiating off of another one of the students. This shit is starting to get funny. He glances at their redheaded host; clearly clueless to the fact that there are three inhumans standing here. It’s like they already have an inside joke.

"Hi everyone! My name's Calysta Ambrosia, I'm one of the exchange students."

He can’t hold in the sarcastic snort that slips when the introduction is over. It’s just too good, really. ”Que diablos?” {What the fuck?} he mumbles under his breath. He’s staring at Calysta rather intensely, but cut him some slack. To him, she’s a walking puzzle. He’s never been around such a shimmering, glow of an aura. It’s stronger than a human’s...lighter, too, but it’s not vibrating and flexing like Demon Girl. No, her vibe gleams.

β€œWhat are you?” The words come out before he’s able to stop them, but he just has to know. But then, he steals a look at Red, suddenly realizing that this is more of a later date type question.. Another mental note implants itself into Zeke’s mind. β€œSorry, I mean where are you from?” He glances at Braillen, β€œThe both of you?”

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B R I A L L E N . S A M S O N
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Dialogue: #F35E64
Sophomore
Demon Girl
Location: John F. Kennedy
International Airport
Queens, New York
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Briallen narrowed her eyes at Demon Boy. Ah, he noticed. Good. At least he wasn't stupid.
The dark-haired girl stood there for a few moments, not saying a thing, before choosing to respond. "Gwynedd, Wales," Briallen said simply. "A place of rolling green hills and absolutely no one...different." Briallen placed just enough emphasis on the last world just so Demon Boy and Angel Girl could recognize what she was hinting at, but not enough for Redhead to pick up on what Briallen was inferring. To Redhead, it would just sound like a blase, yet almost sarcastic response. But to these two?
Briallen suddenly remembered something. What are their powers? the demon thought abruptly. She hoped that neither of them had mind-reading powers of any sort, although it probably wouldn't be a big concern for her. Back in her demon clan, a Corrupted was known for having the powerful ability of reading minds. Everybody tried to keep a distance from him, as he only needed to be at most 10 feet away from someone to probe their mind. But Briallen's mind was - strangely - too chaotic for him. When he collapsed, he said something about "so dark, so cold, but it burns too much to be possible" or something like that. He was already overusing his power, anyway. His power was bound to wreak havoc on him sooner rather than later.
To put it simply, he died.
Speaking of powers, Briallen was hoping to perfect her vision, with these two around. Recently, she wasn't just restricted to the "I can see this from a mile away!" type of vision. She had started understanding people more, with more of a "staring into your soul" type of vision. Sure, Briallen had a damn long way to go, but at least she was somewhere.

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C A L Y S T A . A M B R O S I A
Dialogue: #4080FF
Calysta shook Briallen's hand as the girl introduced herself. Calysta didn't know for sure what these two were, but if she had to guess she would say that they're demons. Of course, Calysta had never met a demon before, but she knew of them and she couldn't think of anything else that would have such a dark vibe.
Calysta could feel Briallen scrutinizing her and the boy staring at her and she assumed that they had already figured out that the only human here was the redhead.
After several seconds of silence the boy spoke up. β€œWhat are you?” Calysta raises her brow at the question and glanced at the redhead. He must have realized that he shouldn't be saying stuff like that in front of the human because he tried to cover it up.
β€œSorry, I mean where are you from?” He glanced at Briallen, β€œThe both of you?”
Briallen answered first, "Gwynedd, Wales, a place of rolling green hills and absolutely no one...different."
By the amount of emphasis the dark haired girl put on the word different, Calysta was now positive that Braillen knew that neither her nor the boy were human.
"I'm from Greece, nothing special about it either." Calysta looked Briallen in the eyes as she said this, trying to communicate to her that she understood what she had meant when she said different.

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Dialogue: #D58279
English Teacher
Location: John F. Kennedy
International Airport
Queens, New York
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Driving in New York was nothing like driving in Arizona. The realization came to Emma quickly after she'd pulled out of the rent-a-car parking lot and had been cut off by some maniac who decided red lights didn't really apply to them. Jerk. Against all odds, thirteen near-death experiences, and a stray dog crossing in the middle of a busy street later, Emma Morrison turned the car off and let out a heavy, relieved sigh.

'Maybe I should just call an uber and deal with the rental company charges later,' she thought, taking a look around the six-seater (not including shotgun) she'd rented specifically to pick up these exchange students and sighed again, this time the sigh was long, drawn-out, and weary. She couldn't really afford to say 'no' to housing the exchange students who weren't able to find housing but she allowed herself to take a moment to lament her comfortable solitude and bid it goodbye, hoping the exchange students wouldn't have too hard of a time adjusting to her lifestyle.

"Alright," she breathed to herself, slowly removing the keys from the ignition, biding her time, "no big deal, Em, you're already here so let's just...Just do it." She steeled her resolve by flipping down the sun visor and glancing into the mirror, primping her hair and checking her makeup before finally slipping out of the car, grasping her purse and a white, cardboard sign with the words 'Altumae High' in bold, black letters, before shutting the driver's side door with an audible slam and searching the car keys for the locking mechanism, finding it and locking the car behind her as she made her way through the parking lot towards the John F. Kennedy airport, looking around wide-eyed as she took in the sights.

Five months in New York and the place still amazed her.

"It was terminal C, right?" She muttered to herself, adjusting the sign so the words could be seen clearly as she glanced around the terminal, pursing her lips and hoping to god she wasn't lost.

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Dialogue ❈ #614051
Senior
Demon Boy
Current Obsession ❈ Humble || Kendrick Lamar
Location ❈ John F. Kennedy
International Airport
Queens, New York

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Zeke listens with a thick brow quirked, mild interest evident in the heat of his stare. Funny, when Moody suggested he pose as an exchange student, the last thing he expected was to meet two other inhumans. He has to admit, he’s starting to come around. He has so many questions, so much he wants to explore. What can they do? If he can manipulate the mind, what could they do? He glances over to Braillen, watching her face change as she became lost in thought. Can’t say he blames her; these are rather bizarre circumstances. That’s when he realizes that he hasn’t contributed his story yet. With all this new information coming at him so suddenly, he too, is getting lost in thought.

β€œOh yeah,” he says, distantly. β€œWell, I’m from the Dominican Republic.” How the hell would he describe it? Especially, since he’s never been to the place. Shrugging his shoulders in a rather convincing display of indifference. β€œI guess, it’s just as mundane as your countries or whatever. Moving on!” Eager to get the attention off of him, Zeke immediately makes an effort to change topics. His attention shifts to the silent redhead. β€œNot much for talking, are ya?” he quips, resisting the habit to roll his eyes. β€œSo, Miss Tour Guide, guide us.”

He’s staring at her impatiently before something else catches his attention. Another sign. But, this time, it was being held by someone a bit older. He furrows his brows, a little confused by the new sign waving in the air when they were already with someone that’s pulled that before. Nevertheless, this other woman seems far prone to talking than Little Red over here.

β€œHey look,” he says to the others as he points to the stranger with the sign. β€œThere’s another Exchange Program sign. Let’s check that shit out.”

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Sophomore
Demon Girl
hex codes: #F35E64



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Briallen was brought back to the present as the demon boy started speaking. "Oh yeah," he started to speak in an almost distant manner. "Well, I'm from the Dominican Republic." There was an evident pause that caught Briallen's attention. "I guess, it's just as mundane as your countries or whatever. Moving on!" Briallen quirked an eyebrow up. She wasn't stupid. She had definitely noticed the hasty way he avoided describing his country. It was like he didn't even know it.
Hypothetically, if Demon Boy was pretending to hail from the Dominican Republic, he wasn't doing a very good job. Someone with even a lick of sense would know to research the country they were pretending to be from. If Demon Boy was pretending to be from the Dominican, he was doing a shitty job of it.
But at the same time, he definitely did not seem like he was from the Dominican Republic for real.
"Not much for talking, are ya?" Demon Boy quips, his expectant gaze on the redhead. "So, Miss Tour Guide, guide us."
Briallen, like Demon Boy, was growing impatient. She looked around the airport, her eyes drawn to another Altumae High School sign. As soon as the dark-haired demon saw the sign, she did what she did best.

She ditched them.

Briallen was already heading over to the sign, the demon boy's words fading over the noise of the crowd. She approached the blonde woman holding the sign and stated her name in two brusque words. The blonde looked relatively young for an adult, but she was definitely too old to be a student. She couldn't possibly be hosting an exchange student.