[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  
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	Drake let the flames that engulfed his hands slowly extinguish as he looked on.  Two women embracing in the center of the room, ice falling off the walls, puddles forming on the ground, and Drake with nipples that could cut glass at this point.  It was friggin cold!

	[color=f7976a][i]What the hell kind of Tuesday is this?[/i][/color]  Drake scratched at the back of his neck nervously.  Everything was going to be soaked when all this was done.  If the janitorial staff caught him here at the scene, they were bound to start a vendetta against him.  This will be the second massive mess he'd been a party to in less than an hour.

	"[color=f7976a]Well, uh, ladies,[/color]" he said, backing out of the room and scanning the hallway for onlookers.  "[color=f7976a]I'm glad everyone seems to be good (And I love what you did with your hair, by the way), but I'm just gonna, you know,[/color]" he started side stepping once he cleared the doorway, swooping an arm down to pick up his soiled tank top from the ground, "[color=f7976a]get a shower and put on some clothes and try to figure out what the hell kind of turn my life is taking right now...[/color]"  With that, he gave a nervous wave and started briskly walking back toward the lounge, making his way to the Summer's hall.
	
	[color=f7976a][i]I wonder if Nik is still there[/i][/color], he thought as he continued his pace.  As he passed through the lounge, his briefly glanced at the gathered faces, most of which were eating breakfast before starting their classes.  He saw several he recognized.  Aya was there, Sy, and then there was...  Drake came to a complete stop for a second when his eyes fell upon Sally.  They hadn't spoken, yet, this morning.  Drake looked down at himself, still barely clothed and covered in filth.  Now was not the time to make conversation.  He pressed on, this time walking a little faster.  He eventually made his way to the Summers Hall and, before long, his room.

	The shower was calling his name and he beelined straight for the washroom, took off what little was left of his clothes and stepped under the hot water.  [color=f7976a][i]Alright, let's try this day all over again...[/i][/color]