[color=ec7495][h1]Robin Lowe[/h1][/color]
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Robin observed the crowd, as he so often did, and chuckled to himself.

They were all the same, every year. Every single knew child stood in wait for direction and every returning soul ambled along to their posts, ready for another year of Hell. It was a fun passed time, watching confused or apathetic faces shift, especially when his collar was kicked in and he was unable to greet anyone or draw anything without being blurred and bleeped like some kind of indecent act on the TV. His eyes skipped across familiar and unfamiliar faces as he crumbled paper in his fist and pressed his back against a rough tree, feeling grounded by the splinters that pricked through his uniform. He chuckled again, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he stared idly at a certain gathering of children.

They were all newbies, he could tell by the curious curve of their brow and shifting of their hands. One of them looked about his age, sixteen, and she was folding her hands over and over as if trying to start a fire without anything to catch it. She said something quietly to the boy on her left (?a brother?) and the boy sighed and turned towards the gate. His gaze was forlorn. How pretty. Robin followed his gaze for a moment and then returned to staring.

Another game he liked to play was "Guess the Freak", and it was best done at the beginning of the year, where new meat remained foreign and unknown in his mind's eye. The girl and the boy seemed painfully average (and related. Robin noticed their shared noses and pale hair), but the collars around their neck signified their need for punishment. Robin touched his own collar and muttered a vivid swear weird. A harsh beep emitted just in time to cancel the hideous waste of vocabulary, and Robin winced as he saw a few eyes turn his way, curious and new. He returned his stare to the two possible siblings, ignore the whispers and gazes, and watched. He watched and watched and watched until the girl did something of note. She ran her finger along the inside of the choker. Something sparked. His mind screamed [i]lightning freak![/i] and, just as she attempted whatever she wanted to do, a minimal shock of electricity burst from her collar. She straightened and drew her finger away, babbling suddenly and quickly to her brother. And her brother, confused, placed a hand to his own collar and gulped.

They discovered a restraint. Robin discovered a new girl to avoid.

He eventually grew tired of the view and sighed, eyes turning down to stare idly at the blurry, scribble-picture of what would have been a rad-looking snake if not for his own restraint. The blur was impossible to see through. Stupid, stupid school. Robin let his head fall back hard against the splintering. And, with narrowed eyes, he wondered where the few kids he knew well were hiding.