[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][@Damo021][/color] 
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	Drake gave a small nod to Cleo, accompanied by a wink.  With that, he placed one hand on the knob and the other on the edge of the door just to the side of it and then intensely stared, as if he could see right through the doorway itself.  He breathed slow, shallow breaths as he focused his energy into his hands, imagining the warmth, prompting it to become reality.  The crystalline frost began to morph it's shape, fracturing before becoming liquid.  The doorknob itself began to heat.  As before, steam began to rise as the water evaporated around Drake's fingers.  On his last attempt, he had stopped here.  This time, he would need to keep pushing.

	A bead of sweat formed on his brow as he forced himself to push his will further.  Small licks of flame began to sprout on the backsides of his hands while his palms continued to sizzle.  It didn't take long for the ice around to knob itself to totally dissipate while the hand beside it cleared out what he could see of the ice surrounding the latch bolt.  How it was looking from the other side, he wasn't sure, but this may be the best he could do at this point.

	Without losing focus, Drake began to turn the knob.  It wasn't without resistance, but the the knob surrendered, giving a quarter turn at first, and then a reluctant half before finally breaking completely loose.  A small grin forced on Drake's face.  His sense of accomplishment was short lived, though.  As he tried to push the door open, it still wouldn't budge.  [color=f7976a][i]There's gotta still be ice buildup along the frame[/i][/color], he decided.  He looked to Cleo, giving a sheepish look that silently said [color=f7976a][i]This is going to be a little harder than I thought[/i][/color].

	Without removing his hands, which were still dressed in minuscule fires that danced between his fingers, Drake reared back and changed his footing.  [color=f7976a][i]Please don't look stupid, please don't look stupid...[/i][/color] Drake's lips curled into a snarl, his adrenaline kicked up and the tiny flames on his fingers grew significantly.

	Drake sprung forward...  

	...and faceplanted the door.  [color=f7976a][i]MOTHERFU-![/i][/color]  He couldn't tell if he was blushing or getting angry or both, but he immediately reared back again, the flames getting a little higher.  He didn't have much time before the fire would find something it liked and start consuming it.  Building himself back up for only a beat, Drake shoved his shoulder in the door a second time, giving it his all.  The thunderous [i]CRACK[/i] was the soundtrack of victory as the ice gave way to Drake's momentum.  The door flung open.  He found himself in the middle of a frozen doorway to a frozen room staring at a not-so-frozen Khloe.

	"[color=f7976a]Soooo.... powers are fun, eh?[/color]"