[i][/i][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 to the Dorm  [color=ed1c24][b]Interactions/Mentions:[@KatKook][@Damo021][@BoyMom69035][/b][/color] 
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	Drake grinned with a bit of pride.  "[color=f7976a]Still trying to get it under control,[/color]" he admitted, "[color=f7976a]but Papa's got a brand new bag.[/color]"  Drake took another huff of the cigarette, blowing it out in the opposite direction of the group.  "[color=f7976a]I should get,[/color]" he said finally, a southern way of announcing his intentions to depart.  "[color=f7976a]Helluva day![/color]"  His eyes were becoming glassy and his smile was growing wider.  The whiskey was doing its job.  After another puff, Drake shook his phone in the air and said, "[color=f7976a]It was good seeing you all.  Hit me up anytime.[/color]"  [color=f7976a][i]Now leave[/i][/color], he told himself, [color=f7976a]before you do anything embarrassing[/color].  Drake then gave a casual military salute followed by a look of instant regret.  [color=f7976a][i]Dude! Really?![/i][/color] 
 
	He turned and walked at a slightly increased pace, attempting to outrun the goofiness he just committed.  With one last puff, he lifted his palm and started to pull the same trick he did earlier in the day; to put the cigarette out in his hand.  He paused, however, and even ceased walking for a moment while he stared at the cherry.  Curiosity crept over him and he forced himself to concentrate.  The cherry then started to grow and eventually formed a flame, eating away at what little was left of the cigarette's paper.  He then forced his will the opposite way.  The flame and the cherry immediately extinguished. [color=f7976a][i] Huh...  Could be useful...[/i][/color]
	
	Drake went back into the building and chucked the butt in the nearest trash can before making his way to his dorm.  As he stepped in, he surveyed the room and Nik was nowhere to be found.  Drake went to his nightstand and opened the drawer.  A new bottle of whiskey was ripe for the drinking.  He cracked it open and refilled his flask.  When he was finished, he picked up the glass liquor bottle and turned back to his nightstand, intending to return it to it's place.

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	The voice boomed this time and Drake twitched violently, dropping the glass bottle.  With a crash, the liquor exploded on the floor, flowing in all directions.  Once Drake regained his wits, he looked at the mess and then to the door of the dorm.  His blood started to boil and his lips reared back into a snarl.
	
	"[color=f7976a]WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?![/color]" he roared.  His question remained unanswered.  In a huff, Drake pushed himself off the bed and walked to the bathroom to grab a towel.  He grabbed it and, in passing the mirror, caught a glimpse of his reflection and paused.  All his life, his eyes has been two exclusively different colors; red and blue.  As he looked at himself now, however, it almost seemed like the a fifth of the blue eye had started changing... It, too, had a fraction of red now.  Silently, Drake's lips mouthed [i][color=f7976a]'what the fuck...'[/color][/i]

He eventually shook it off and went back toward his bed to clean the mess.  Afterward, he stared at his phone again, the alcohol in full effect now. He couldn't stay focused.  He couldn't be around people, or at least not a group of them.  He was feeling weird, out of place and confused.  He looked at his new contacts and just stared for a minute longer.  [color=f7976a][i]I shouldn't[/i][/color], he thought.