[center][b][h1][color=red]Nikolai "Demo" Markov[/color][/h1][/b][hr]
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[h2]Ashford Institute for the Gifted[/h2]
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[i]Is it for confirmation of your beliefs?[/i]

Nik had no idea what that had meant. While it was a cool sort of vague and ominous speech that felt like it belonged in some kind of weird superhero thriller, the words felt... discomforting. It felt like Ashford knew something about the teenage mutant that he didn't know about himself. So for the briefest of moments, Nik sat there in the uncomfortable silence as he tried to rack his brain for some sort of truth... asking the question that keeps many people up at night... [i]what do I believe?[/i]

Of course, that thought only lingered for a moment. For, as always with this group... something fun was bound to happen. The scream was something that Nik had been roughly familiar with. He had heard it somewhat muffled before as his roommate was startled awake by nightmares. Come to think of it... Drake hadn't really been sleeping lately...

Of course, then there was someone that Nik hadn't seen before. To call her shy would probably be the ultimate understatement. She fired off an electrical discharge as soon as Drake had screamed, and then rushed out of the room. Nik gave a small sigh as she left, his eyes tracing the faces of the others. Before, of course, Nik felt the overwhelming urge to get out of that room. He couldn't stand to be introspective right now. Everything seemed to be collapsing around him as he sprinted towards the door, quickly yanking on the handle to slip out of the room that he usually enjoyed practicing in. Once out, and he saw the rushing figure of Daniela. Nik started to jog after her, calling out, [color=red]"Hey... uhh... wait! I don't think we've met."[/color]