[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:[/b][@KatKook][/color] 
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	Drake continued walking, staring at the ground as he went, trying not to make too much eye contact with passersby.  He did hear mumblings and giggles from the other students as he made his way down the hall.  It was to be expected, given his state.  When he finally did look up, he sighed, realizing he was in the wrong hall. He was intending to go back to his room to get showered, but missed a turn.  Once again, he found himself in the girls' dormitory.  He glared up at the ceiling, looking defeated, silently cursing the powers that be for his misfortune before turning around.  As he started walking, he heard several thuds against one of the closed doors.

	Drake peered at it, a look of confusion forming on his face at he noticed the edges of the door had... frost.  Several more thumps could be heard, succeeded by muffled cries.  Drake moved closer toward the door, slowly and cautiously, and put his fingertips on it.  Immediately, he retracted his hand and shook it.  It was cold! Freezing, even.  With a little more initiative, he placed his fingertips back on it and moved his ear closer to the iced-over doorway.

	"[color=f7976a]Hello?[/color]" he called out, his mouth mere inches away from the thing.  "[color=f7976a]Are you alright in there?[/color]"  It wasn't really a habit of his to open other peoples' closed doors, but this seemed like the type of circumstance that called for it.  He grabbed the knob and instantly felt that dry stickiness that came when one touches frozen metal.  The skin of his palm, still being wet from the liquid cocktail from earlier, was instantly stuck.  Deciding first thing's first, Drake attempted to turn the knob but had no success.  When he tried to remove his hand, his skin stretched.  If he forcefully pulled his hand off, he might leave some of that skin on the knob.  Not something he wanted to do today.

	Drake looked at his fingers that were wrapped about the metal and tried to focus.  Fire was not as easy to summon in real life as it was in his dream, but he could feel the warmth beginning to flow from his pores all the same.  His brows furrowed and he began to grind his teeth as he willed the fire forth.  Steam began to rise from betwixt his fingers and he could feel the surface area of his skin becoming freed of the frozen adhesion.  As the knob, too, began to warm, he tried turning it again, but the result was much the same.

	"[color=f7976a]I've got an idea,[/color]" he called out to the person on the other side, "[color=f7976a]but it might be a bad one.[/color]"  He released the knob, dropped his soaked shirt on the ground, and placed both palms flat against the door's surface.  "[color=f7976a]Do you have an extinguisher in there?[/color]"