Robbie watched in mild amusement as one of the new kids fell to the ground, his body wracked with electrical convulsions. He'd learnt early on which guards were the ones you could mess with without consequences and which ones would tase you without a second though. Unfortunately, the long-haired boy currently writhing on the floor didn't quite seem to know how to pick his battles. At least the boy proved valuable entertainment for a few solid seconds, momentarily distracting him from the horrid stuffiness of the van. The dusty seat cover was bound to ruin his clothes, too. A white polo tee from Ralph Lauren, and a pair of stylish khaki slacks, didn't any of these people know any respect? Scowling at no one in particular, the rhythmic tapping of his full brogue shoes resounded through the van. To quell his rising disdain, he once again cast his gaze at the one still collapsed on the floor, and he was glad to say he felt better almost immediately. Ill-concealing a smirk, Robbie turned in his seat to scope out the rest of the passengers. He spotted some familiar faces, and some not-so familiar ones. No one terribly interesting... yet. But, he was confident that it would change soon, and he couldn't wait to start getting into people's heads.
