"Something like that, yeah." Robyn responded to Roberta's question about if moisture would fuss her lines or make her papers wet. It was such a forward question that Robyn wasn't used to at all, but she found it to her liking. Then she introduced herself, of course. Rebound was a kinda cool name, Robyn thought. Like a super hero or supernatural agent. Well, they basicly all are but in a slightly less dramatic manner. She had never thought about making up her own name. Besides, what would fit? A guy made out of fire would be Wildfyre or something cool, a plant manipulator would be Overgrowth, a hydromancer would be ... Riptide, maybe? Pondering cool x-men-esque names, Robyn lost herself in thought for a moment before 'Rebound' continued. "So, what do you do? Other than that whole sketchbook thing. Enter pictures? Bring drawings to life? It's pretty obvious what my whole deal is..." she asked. Robyn smiled slightly, a shy and discreet smile that she quickly did her best to end. "I guess you could say I bring drawings to life, yeah." she said and held up her empty palm. In her hand, strange scribbled and black lines appeared out of nothing as if a hundred pencils drew at once, and soon a pack of orange juice appeared in her hand. They shared her texture, her appearance and features, but obviously there was no real orange juice in it. She demonstrated such by opening the lid and turning it upside down. Completely and utterly dry as a desert. Then, she unsummoned it and it disappeared quickly out of existance. "I... Create things." she said, looking at Roberta with a sort of childlike happiness. She felt like this person actually saw her as one of them. Roberta didn't look sideways at Robyn like many others did, and she was so blunt and direct. Robyn liked that kind of personality, suddenly, although she didn't think about it.
Then, Roberta spotted something and hid away behind the pillar in a way that no ordinary person ever would. Well, Robyn had heard of a yoga expert who once escaped prison through his dinner-delivery slot in his door but that's another thing. Roberta looked like a pancake squished up between the wall and the pillar. "Oh damnit, Jas looks pissed... she must've seen the mess I left in the gym. I meant to put it away, but I was so tired I couldn't pick up the weights... just kept stretching." she said.
Robyn looked at the girl entering, or rather storming in. Jasmina. Having had a lot of times watching from the sidelines, Robyn could tell Jasmina's rage wasn't projected onto Roberta, but rather someone else. Or maybe something else. Robyn wasn't sure what to respond to Roberta. "I'm... I'm sure it's not you. She looks upset, yeah, but... I dunno." said Robyn. Staring at Jasmina a little too long however, Robyn became concious of her own staring and looked away. "You like orange juice, don't you?"
Then, Roberta spotted something and hid away behind the pillar in a way that no ordinary person ever would. Well, Robyn had heard of a yoga expert who once escaped prison through his dinner-delivery slot in his door but that's another thing. Roberta looked like a pancake squished up between the wall and the pillar. "Oh damnit, Jas looks pissed... she must've seen the mess I left in the gym. I meant to put it away, but I was so tired I couldn't pick up the weights... just kept stretching." she said.
Robyn looked at the girl entering, or rather storming in. Jasmina. Having had a lot of times watching from the sidelines, Robyn could tell Jasmina's rage wasn't projected onto Roberta, but rather someone else. Or maybe something else. Robyn wasn't sure what to respond to Roberta. "I'm... I'm sure it's not you. She looks upset, yeah, but... I dunno." said Robyn. Staring at Jasmina a little too long however, Robyn became concious of her own staring and looked away. "You like orange juice, don't you?"