[center][h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Drake “D” Edwards[/b][/i][/color][/h2]
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[hr][center][color=ed1c24][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ashford Institute for the Gifted > Courtyard  [color=ed1c24][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] 
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	 Drake watched the events unfold in relative silence.  As quickly as things heated up, everything seemed to simmer down.  He looked on as Uná helped carry Nathan away. [color=green]“I’m taking Nathan to the nurse. Anyone else coming?”[/color]  Drake squinted for a moment, making considerations and scanning the faces of the people around him trying to predict their moves.  He couldn't help but notice a new face among them, lingering in the back of the crowd.  Part of him wanted to inquire, but there was still the matter of Isaac.

	The young man in question seemed to regain control of his faculties, but it wasn't without a look of bewilderment on his face.  Drake looked on for a moment, studying Issac's body language to see if tempers would flare once more.  Slightly satisfied that Isaac's apparent confusion was enough to defuse the situation, Drake shot him a look of disappointment before turning his back to him and slowly walking in the other direction.  He wasn't ready to go back inside, yet, but he [i]was [/i]ready to step away from the drama.  He kept a steady pace across the courtyard and reached for his pack of smokes as he was nearing the corner of the building.  Placing another cigarette in his mouth, he turned the corner and posted up at the building's side wall before reaching for his lighter.

	It took a lot to work Drake up.  Most of the time he was level headed and rational, but when it came to bullies, it didn't take much for Drake to get hot.  He thought back on the punch he wanted to land, but missed.  He flicked the lighter.  An unsuccessful spark.  The frustration began to build.  The words Isaac spoke  repeated in his head.  He flicked the lighter again.  All spark, no flame.  Drake's teeth began closing further than they needed to on the butt of the cigarette, corrupting it's perfectly cylindrical shape.  His face was becoming flush.  Here is a guy beating the snot out of someone else and all Drake could do was try to bare knuckle box him in an institution where people can create ice walls and defy gravity and freeze people in place.  [i][color=f7976a]What the hell am I supposed to do[/color][/i], he thought, the anger and agitation really settling in.  [i][color=f7976a]What if I was the guy in the fucking crater?  This is bullshit![/color][/i]  He flicked the lighter again and again the lighter disappointed him.  [i][color=f7976a]Goddammit, all I want is a fucking cigarette![/color][/i]  With a final flick, a flame erupted.

	And I mean erupted...

	Drake found himself staring at a raging flame spanning five feet into the air sitting atop this minuscule lighter.  The manifestation caught him off guard.  His anger changed to shock and, just as it did, the flame died down to a lull, looking like the type of fire one would usually see produced by a little bic lighter.  Frozen in astonishment for a moment, Drake looked at the flaming lighter like one would look at a person who had a tail.  After a few seconds more, he shook his head vigorously, dismissing any notions of abnormality and lit his cigarette before promptly tucking the lighter back into his pocket.  As he took the first puff, he thought to himself, [color=f7976a][i]This freaking day.. [/i][/color]