[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 > Hallways  [color=ed1c24][b]Interactions/Mentions:[@c3p-0h][/b][/color] 
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	Drake opened his eyes, finding himself standing naked in a dark room, though he admittedly could not see any walls or ceiling.  The air was still and eerily silent.  Small movements could be heard, like the sound of scuttering along a hard surface.  Each noise, no matter how small, carried with it an echo.  Drake furrowed his brows and tried to squint as if that would help his night vision.

	"[color=f7976a]Hello?![/color]" he called out.  His only response was his own voice, trailing softer and softer.  "[color=f7976a]The fuck is this...[/color]" he said in nearly a whisper.  "[color=f7976a]HELLO?![/color]" He then shouted, louder than before.  Still nothing. He began dipping his left foot out, tapping the ground with his toe, trying to get an idea of his surroundings.  The floor felt cool to the touch, like granite, but porous and rough. [color=f7976a][i]Where is everyone?  Where the hell even am I?[/i][/color]  Frustration was starting to build.  He was getting tired of this.  His fists curled into balls as he lashed out one last time for answers; "[color=f7976a]WHERE AM I?![/color]"

	Suddenly, light was shining under his chin.  He looked down and saw both of his fists ablaze, illuminating his naked form and pushing back the darkness around him.  [color=f7976a][i]Oh, right[/i][/color], he thought to himself.  He's only been able to do that for a few hours.  He nearly forgot he could.

	As he looked back up, he heard something walking slowly in the dark.  Each step was slow and heavy.  [i]Ka-thump... Ka-thump...[/i] Drake raised his flaming fist above his head, attempting to shine the light of the blaze even further.  As the thing got closer, he could start to see something glowing in the distance.

	"[color=f7976a]Who are you,[/color]" Drake demanded to know.  The Other cared not.  It's steps continued, getting louder the closer they got.  "[color=f7976a]I'm serious, who are you?  You're starting to piss me off![/color]" Drake snarled.  The fire from his fists grew in size, enveloping his forearms.  His shoulders even began to glow with embers.  The extra flame pushed the darkness back even futher.  The Other stopped, just outside the sphere of light.  The glowing from before had separated into two spheres.  The flame's light danced over the facial figures of the being ahead, giving away that those crimson orbs were its eyes.

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	A repetitive hiss escaped The Other's clenched teeth.  [color=f7976a][i]Is it laughing?[/i][/color]  Drake's confidense was a little shaken and as such, the flames on his body began to shrink, giving The Other it's shrowd of darkness back, though the red eyes still remained unblinking. [color=f7976a][i]Nonononono![/i][/color] Drake thought to himself.  Then he heard the footsteps again, drawing nearer, faster. [i] [color=f7976a]No!  Get mad!  Get mad now before it-[/color][/i]

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	"[color=f7976a]AAWWWHHHH SHIT FUCKING COCKWAFFLES![/color]" Drake found himself sitting up in his bed drenched in sweat.  He looked around, frantic.  This was his room.  His room is safe.  But what the hell was this feeling?  This was aweful! Before even looking to check on Nik, Drake pulled himself out of bed, threw on some boxers, jeans, and a white tanked undershirt and nearly ran out of his room, desperate to get out in the open.  It was daytime.  There was sunlight.  That was a plus.  Light is good.  But this feeling... this...  Drake ran his hand through his hair, which was moist from perspiration.  He needed some water or orange juice or something.

	Hurriedly, his bare feet pitter-pattered along the ground of the dormitory hallways until he finally made his way to the hall that connected to the student lounge.  His body was still heating up, beads of sweat still forming.  He needed water now.  He stopped for a moment, looking down the hall and froze. [color=f7976a][i] I left my friggin wallet...[/i][/color]  The thought was sobering.  Just as he was about to turn and go back, he felt a shove from behind.  

	"[color=aquamarine]I'm so sorry.  I wasn't paying attention. Just... looking for the kitchen. Are you ok?[/color]"  Drake turned around to see a familiar face and was suddenly elated.

	"[color=f7976a]Aya, right?[/color]" he said, trying to recall events from last night. "[color=f7976a]Do you happen to have any money or a gallon of gatorade on you?  Like now?![/color]"  His face was formed in an uncomfortable smile while his voice was that of sheer panic.  Drake didn't burn.  This feeling of heat was new to him and it was coming from within.  He looked on at Aya with deranged hope.