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Summary: Robyn opens up to Jinx, being honest about his emotions.
Date: August 6, 2010
Log Title: Honest Emotions
Rating: PG
Xavier Mansion - Boathouse on the Dock
A wooden dock stretches fifteen feet out into the water. Students can fish from the dock, or dive off if they like. A few rowboats, canoes, and paddle boats are tied to the docks for the students to use. A boat house where students can find paddles and life jackets sits at the edge of the water.
Sitting on the dock with his back against the boathouse is Robyn. Again he's with his sketch book as he's just kind of making a bunch of lines on the paper. He's got his ear buds in and is enjoying being as close to freedom as he can get in this school. Too bad he doesn't know how to use a boat. Like usual he's in a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt with Jack Skellington on it. After a bit of being quite he starts to sing along with his music in a passable voice but wouldn't be described as good either. "Cry, little sister, Come to your brother , Unchain me, sister, Love is with your brother…."
Jinx walks into the boathouse, having never been in here before. She vastly prefers the open air, but curiosity got the better of her when she heard the singing. Entering the boathouse, she runs a hand through Robyn's hair in a sweep, humor playing in her touch. "Is that the Aiden version or the old one?"
The hand running through his hair causes him to jump and take the ear buds out of his hair. "Hey Jinx and it's the old one…from Lost Boys. Whose Aiden?" He asks as he's not familar with that band. "Looks like you found my latest hiding place." He says with a small grin. "So, How's it going?"
"That new Lost Boys they made? They redid all the songs. The new version of that song is pretty good… best thing about that movie, if you ask me," she smiles. She flumps herself down next to him, mindless of if her skirt flashes or whatever, since Robyn's just about the closest thing to a girlfriend she has. "Oh, it's going okay. How about you," she nods to the scribbles.
"Oh yeah, I saw it once. It was fun enough, didn't remember the music that much." Robyn says with a smile as if one were to look through his mp3 player they'd find nothing from the last few years on it, mostly music before his time. "I'm…doing okay. Just can't seem to get out of this funk I'm in. I need to get out of here but I can't."
"Why not? Your feet broken?" she asks, citing the obvious means of escape. She brushes her skirt down to lay properly and folds her legs indian-style. "What's keeping you from taking a walk? Even just going to the Mall or whatever?"
"What's keeping me is that according to Rashmi, someone wants to kill me. That guy who took Cam and stabed James to cause the whole Selena thing, Ahab, apparently I do something in the future to make him want me dead now." Robyn shrugs at that not knowing how he can do anything significant. "I dunno, Rash is wanted dead too and she's under Avengers survalence or something. It's just like this shit never ends and I just want to be able to go out, visit my family or go out get some ice cream and I can't."
Jinx rolls her shoulders in a shrug. "Someone famous once said that life was a fatal disease," she murmurs softly. "You'll die sometime. Can't you call up Jordan? Ask him to take you out or something?" She asks helpfully. "If you have someone to watch your back, it's better than going alone."
"Yes Jinx, but I don't want to die now. I still have to make one last grand master piece." There is a slight smile as Robyn says that joking a bit. "I can call him, we talk, but I can't see him till I get the okay to leave. He won't come here to meet with me. Maybe that's what it is, I just miss being able to see him when I want. At least I have Lucas' team to look forward to….I dunno it's just everything has hit at once and I feel like my emotions are all backed up and I don't know how to sort through everything that's happened and going on. It's over…I should feel better but I don't."
Jinx shakes her head. "Maybe you need to eat someone," she suggests, thinking of a few people he could start with. "I think you need to find some way of getting your groove back, that's for sure. If you really fear this future that you've been told about, you can either hide or you can meet it face-on. That's really your choice, but you have to live in the bed you make yourself. You can't complain about how miserable you are when you make the choices to be miserable…. or people will stop listening to you and see you as one of those people who just likes wallowing in their own pity-party."
"I know, I don't like being like this. I don't, and I hate it. I'm horrible at this Jinx." Robyn says running both hands through his hair and lets out an 'arrrrgh!' of a noise. "I can't sculpt, I want to and I can't and this stupid funk is stoping me from being me and…and I hate the future Jinx. I'm going to make sure that Jerk Wagon was wrong. Maybe I just need to get away from a bit and not..be here. I wish I could just break something, ya know?"
Jinx holds out her hand to the boy with a little smile. "Take my hand, Robyn," she says with a soft voice, almost a whisper that would be ominous, should it be on an honest-to-god villianess. She says nothing more, just the offer of her hand.
Robyn reaches out and grabs Jinx's hand. "You're gonna do your emotion thingie on me aren't you? Do you really think that will help or be a temporary fix?" He asks her as he knows it helps to calm but once she's gone, will the feelings come flooding back?
"Yes, and I want you to take a drink," she says to him, her eyes lowering enough to meet his without blinking. Instantly, the connection floods with a contact high, bright and floating, filled with almost hallucinogenic good feelings…. and permission. It's like afterglow condensed into a touch. "You will feel better, and I can sleep late tomorrow. It's Saturday."
The emotions flood into Robyn and he blinks as the drepression, worry and guilt all seem to fade away. "Wow…thanks Jinx." He says as he doesn't try to stop her. "I…I think I can head up to the art room now." He didn't try to resist her emotion touch and let it influence him. "Thanks…wanna head back to the school with me?"
"Are you drinking anything?" she asks of the boy. It may seem like her voice is coming through the fog. "You better be or I am not letting go," she moves to get up to her feet, tugging him along with her. "Let's walk back together. Maybe all you need is a jumpstart."
