ooc; My best friend's dog's name is Jones, too. xD;
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One, two, three, four marbles in the air.
Ezra grabbed an old paper cup sitting nearby and jerked his hand to attempt to catch them all. Shifting positions from laying down to sitting upright, he stared into the cup and started to count slowly.
One...two.
He sighed and leaned back in the chair he was sitting on, in the lobby of a shady old hotel. Well, time to start all over again. Pending down to pick out the remaining two marbles from under the chair, he caught a small, dusty book out of the corner of his eye.
Sitting in that awkward position wasn't really the time be be the extremely nosy person he was, but he considered fishing the book out of the piles of lint anyhow. Forgetting all about the marbles, he creeped a finger up to the book, dug his nail in, and slowly pulled it out of it's confines. Picking it up with one hand, he leaned back on his chair and inspected the book. When he learned that the front cover was completely blank, he flipped it over and started on that back. Nothing. When he tried to pry it open, he found it was sealed shut. Taking a small knife from one of the inside pockets of the jacket he was wearing, he began cutting.
ooc; I have decided. Ezra's an idiot.