[h1][center] [color=ed1c24][b]Enter The Dragon![/b][/color] [/center] [/h1]

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	Drake grumbled as he slowly got out of his cot, the alarm by his bed stand in the cold facility bedroom rung loud and clear, echoing off of the metal walls. The ringing was irritating, he was persistent in telling his superiors [i]'calmy'[/i] to change it into something soother, but they insisted that he'd never get up if that were the case. Besides, this morning was the big day after all. Regardless, #23 had quiet enough of the tormenting alarm, and smashed it to pieces with a single blow of a crushing hand. Rolling out of bed, the Groggy godslayer walked towards his personal shower. He turned the water to the hottest meter it can go, and stuck his arm to let him feel the temperature. It was cold, at least to him, bitter cold. Shivering, even as the water finally heated up it was still too 'mild' for his taste. Though yet again, his superiors insist that they cannot set the water temperature any hire. Frustrated he shut the shower off and closed the curtain. Still undressed, he went to his closest. He had prepared for the day he would be fed up of forcing himself in cold showers, it was time for him to be bathed in his own fashion. 

Opening the closet door revealed a can of gasoline he convinced to keep. It was difficult for him to obtain such a luxary, as they warned it could be very hazardous to the facility. They finally allowed to take in his request but only for testing purposes and to be monitored. In truth, he never did get to test with it, keeping it in his closet and waiting for the men in their lab coats to forget about. He would uncap the gasoline can, and would begin pouring the flammable oil over his head and down his pale flesh. Then with a simple spit of a spark the gasoline would violently ignite off of his body until he was completely shrouded in flames. For the first few moments he was comfortable letting the flames cleanse the filth that had accumulated of his body, however the smoke detector went off in a few seconds after, and the ceiling sprinklers turned on, showering drake with cold water. He stood there, it would be normally difficult for simple water to put out lit gasoline, but it appears the scientists were one step ahead to his antics, as the water system in his room had a special chemical to not only help snuff out the flames but also dissolve the oil of gasoline. 
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After an hour of suffering Drake exited his dorm suited with a winter coat and black trousers that were a bit damp from his unfortunate morning. He kept the soft furry hood over his head that casted a deep shadow over most of his face save his smooth chin and lips as he made it to the designated meeting room, The Auditorium. He wasn't thrilled about the idea of socializing with others, even if they were just as much as a monster he was. As he looked around from just after the door way at all the strangers he would be squeezing his stress ball lightly in his left hand. His Amber eyes were glowing faintly, just enough to be noticed clearly from his shaded face, the ambiance it gave off and its reptilian slits looked almost like small flickering fire.