[center][h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Drake “D” Edwards[/b][/i][/color][/h2]
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[hr][center][color=ed1c24][b]Interaction/Mentions:[/b] None  |  [b]Location:[/b][/color] Ashford Institute > Cafeteria
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	He stared at it without emotion.  It was like it had it's own gravitational pull, sucking in all of his attention, unrelentingly demanding that he not look away.  Drake's vision was a tunnel of blur, except right in the center... right at [i]it[/i]... right at the bowl of cereal before him.

	Sleep was a stranger with dangerous associates.  The fire-eyed young man had been trying to distance himself from it through several means, some methods more ill-advised than others.  The gas tank behind his efforts was running on empty, however, and the extreme drowsiness was beginning to take hold, threatening to rapaciously drag Drake's consciousness into the void where The Other lived: the malicious entity that dwelled within himself.

	The other night he considered truly giving in.  His own defiance was too demanding and his ability to fight against it was dwindling rapidly.  But, alas, here he was standing his ground.  A disheveled zombie in a mess hall so distracted by his one and only objective that his mind and body forgot how to do anything else but resist, leaving him in a waking coma.  

	He hadn't changed his clothes, nor showered.  After the efforts at the club, his shirt was stained with sweat and his hair sat wild and unkempt, his beard in desperate need of a combing.  He could only imagine that his breath was potent enough to peel back paint.

	He could hear the sounds around him, but the voices and noises entered his mind with a sort of aquatic muffle.  When Dean Ashford's familiar murmurs sounded off overhead, Drake couldn't be bothered to take in what the man was saying.  All that was in his universe now was him, this table where he was seated, and the ever present bowl of cereal that stared back at him with such alluring intensity that he could never hope to break its grasp on him.