[i][/i][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/Mentions:[@KatKook][@Damo021][@Bounce][/b][/color] 
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	Drake looked at Sy with a squint and a perplexed grin as he rested the arm that carried the flask.  The way he pronounced the word with a pause in between telegraphed the misunderstanding beautifully.  "[color=f7976a]Nah, bud.  Psychic.  Eh...[/color]" he contemplated on the best way to simplify it further, but struggled.  "[color=f7976a]Have you ever talked to yourself in your own head?  What I'm looking for is a person that could also talk to you... erm... in your own head, but not your own thou- Nevermind,[/color]" he concluded without true frustration.  If Sy had dealt with a telepath, it would've been obvious.

	He glanced back and forth between Khloe and Cleo before changing the subject.  "[color=f7976a]So, you're 10 years old, defy natural law, and you've made it into this institution of gifted youngsters.  You're leaps and bounds ahead of where I was when I was your age, bud,[/color]" he said as a compliment to his new compadre.  "[color=f7976a]So what's your story? What does your family think of all this?[/color]"  As he asked it, Drake's mind reached out to the memory of his own family.  The parents that couldn't possibly understand and the brother he was to afraid talk to since finding out he was a member of the mutant race.  He should really make that call.  His brother, at least, was fairly understanding, no matter how unorthodox the situation.

	As he thought back to his old life, he silently reminisced on the things he took for granted.  He used to hang out with friends of old, shooting the shit and bitching about work.  His biggest problems used to be being a little short on bills.  He used to chase girls and spend quality time with them, relieving frustrations. [color=f7976a][i] I really need to get back on that[/i][/color], he thought to himself of the latter.  Lately, his biggest problem was if a group of bigoted strangers were going to look at him the wrong way and act on it.  If the institution was going to be attacked from within or without.  If the people he knew before were going to welcome or reject him, given his new classification.

	[color=f7976a][i]Sometimes I miss when things were shitty, yet simple[/i][/color], he thought.  He took another swig.