The Beginning of a Return

[Drake Kindo]

A metal, gray ship with the title SS Lionel rolls into the pier as quick as possible. When it arrives on the shores, it stops and opens it doors. A few people in suits and dresses climb out, while some, wearing modern clothes (shirts and jeans) follow. One in particular, in a black shirt, green jacket, and blue jeans, climbs down the ramp onto the pier. He's lugging a backpack, carrying a luggage case in one hand, and in the other, has a locked guitar case. After reaching the pier, he stops and sets down his stuff. He stretchs his back a bit before looking around. He then taps his head.

"Wake up, we're here," he said.

In his mind, an escence gets up and immediately makes a response to the tapping of the head.

"I'd rather sleep peacefully then get a wake up call, thank you very much," he thought.

Drake ignored his thought before picking his stuff back up and moving along. Everything looked different then what he's used to, so he's going to have to adjust. Anyway, he noticed, not too far off, was a group of ladies in bikinis. Instead of walking over there and talking to them-

"Come on, get your rocks on," he thought.

"I've had my rocks on for the past year, I think my rocks need a break," he said out loud.

He saw a few people looking at him from a distance, but, as usual, he ignord them. Drake ignored the bikini clad females and walked on farther. One of the most rememberable features about him is that, even in this time of a cloudy afternoon, he has his shades on. Maybe that's why they stared at him?

"Look down papi," he thought.

Drake sighed and made his way over to a bench where he sat down for a bit, to, well, "cool off".

[Duncan Black]

Duncan was on the beach, he was in one of his casual attires today. A pair of red and black running sneakers, a pair of black jeans, a t-shirt and a hat that said 'Breathe if your masochistic!' This guy had bruises all over his face. They were from various punches to the face had taken. This guy looked like he had just gotten into a fight with someone.

Indeed he did, he manage to provoke another senior into fighting him. Even though his face was badly bruised, what Duncan did to the fellow senior was much worse. He had beaten the senior's face to a pulp, had punched him in the gut five times with full force and had splashed his eyes with sand. The boy was a mile along the beach, badly beaten. Worst of all, Duncan provoked him in the most secretive of ways, and he couldn't prove anything.

Seeing the dude in shades, he had grinned to himself. He then ran up to him and asked "Are you lost sir?" Even though the man had clearly knew where he was going, Duncan had decided to tease him for wearing shades. "Did you loose your seeing eye dog, or what kind of cripple dog do you have?" He had then cackled, the twisted piece of work decided to have fun with the new visitor.

[Drake Kindo]

Drake simply sat on the bench, watching the tides of the ocean roll by, waiting until he officially cools off. Eventually, Drake decided that now was the right moment, and started to get up, but his thoughts suddenly had a different plan.

"Son of a child abuser at three o clock," he thought.

Drake sat down and looked ahead to notice a boy who was indeed bruised up walk towards him. The boy seemed nice with his questionable asking, as well as attrire. But knowing this mix of a personality, yeah, no dice. When the boy first asked him if he's lost, Drake replied back as nicely as he could.

"No, actually, I'm new here so I decided to sit down before looking around," he said.

Yeeeeeah, that's a nice way to do it. When the man persisted on talking to him, and asked him about his shades, he answered nice, but with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"No, I just like wearing shades," he said sternly.

Drake, under his shades, moves his eyes up, focusing on his thoughts for a few brief seconds.

"Not quite sure what this guy's motif is, I'd listen to him," he thought.

Drake smirked a bit at his thoughts answer, as it was more than likely his first serious one in a long time, if not ever.

[Duncan Black]

Duncan, grinning sadistically said "Oh okay, that's no problem." For some reason, he decided to ease off of him this time. "So, what brings you to this shit hole? Or do you have nothing better to do?" he said laughing. This guy was interesting to him. Could possibly be a fun victim, one that could replace that Issy broad. God, was she ever boring. She broke too easily to the torture, and he was going to dump her in the spot where she got sucked in.

[Drake Kindo]

( You got Issy, nice)

After listening to this guy for another few minutes, most of that time being used for contemplating of how this guy sees himself, Drake decided that now was a good a time as ever to examine this guy. What did his thoughts think?

"That dude's crazy," he thought.

His thoughts may of thunk that, but Drake himself had a different theory. He just met this guy, what, five minutes ago? It's not like he could be that crazy, despite his looks, or lack there of. After deciding that sitting there like an idiot with a boner wouldn't get him anywhere, he decided to reply.

"No, I came here just to see what kind of crazy kids..." he paused for a bit.

"Emphasis on crazy," he thought.

He continued, "....the new Duel Academy could offer. Seeing now," he said as he stood up.

Drake looked up and down Duncan for a bit, himself finally cooled off. With a sigh, he gave his answer.

"Seeing now, you my friend, are quite possibly the most interesting person I have ever seen," he said.

With another sigh, Drake took his shades off and put them in his shirt collar. He examined Duncan closely one more time before fully replying to the dude in front of him.

"Allow me to examine you. You've got bruises all over your face, you're wearing a very rude, clever, but rude shirt, and I recognize that cackle you started out with," he said.

Drake let off a chuckle, but it wasn't one that a nice person could give, it's one that only a person so sure of himself, and somebody not quite evil, but not quite good could give off. It's one Drake has mastered. He let that chuckle go on for a bit longer before finally finishing his examination.

"You my friend are evil," he said.

"*Silence*," he thought.

[Duncan Black]

When Drake examined Duncan, he grinned. Yep, he was indeed evil. With that note, Duncan responded to his comment. With an insane tone, he said "I am man, yes I am!"

This boy was a true metal head. Destructive, rude and savage as all hell. And when someone called him evil, he turned it into a reference to a song by Diamond Head.

[Drake Kindo]

Drake rose his eyebrow at this man, confusion rising in what little brain he has. He opened his mouth, but shut it almost immediately.

"Did he just make an obscure reference," he asked himself in his head.

With a smirk, Drake looked at the man with a somewhat cocky look on his face.

"So, evil man, what kind of intentions were you having when you decided to come talk to me," he asked.

Drake smirked once more, and made his eyes go up, focusing on his thoughts.

"I know you consider yourself a psychologist but jeez man," he thought.

[Duncan Black]

With a grin, he responded to his question. "Just to blow off some boredom." he said. "What are YOUR intentions now that you are here?" he asked.

[Drake Kindo]

"Oh hell yeah," Drake thought.

Drake smirked a wide one at the man standing in front of him. No longer does he think he's crazy, no longer does he think that this man is crazy, no, he KNOWS he is. But it's a good crazy.

"Whatever I can," he said in reply.