2010-08-12: Roommate Issues


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Summary: Connor and Robyn have quite the disagreement.

Date: August 12, 2010

Log Title: Roommate Issues

Rating: R

Xavier Mansion - Connor and Robyn's Room

Robyn's side of the room is cluttered but not messy and has a bit of a creepy feel to it. His bed has black sheets with a Nightmare Before Christmas pillow and comforter. On the wall is a Nightmare Before Christmas poster and a poster showing the art of Edward Gorey. On his end table is a collection of little figures that seem to have a deamonish quality to him. On his desk are more little figures like a tree that instead of leaves has hands and a snake eating someone holding a 'help me' sign. He's got a few art books on his desk along with his regular schoolbooks. A cased cello sits in the corner of his side of the room.

The last few days Robyn's been in the art room working on..something, but last night he's finally finished and sitting on his desk is the results of his work. It's about a foot tall and in the middle is a door that's ajar. One one side of the door is a bedroom with a male figure trying to close the door with his back pushed to it, the other side a several crazy looking monsters with two male figures identicle to the one in the bed room. One male is caught and trapped by the monsters and the other is hiding in corner, there is a third figue on the monster side that's just a skeleton on the ground wearing the same clothes as the others. As for Robyn, he's in a pair of jammie pants and jammie shirt sitting in his bed with his hair all messed up and sticking out at odd angles. He's finally gotten the much needed sleep and is just waking up after about ten hours of rest.

Past the lunch hour, Connor walks in the door to the room, opening and closing it perhaps in surprise to his roommate. Books are piled in his arms, a successful library raid by the looks of it, and a lot of it seems to be a cross between physics and classical literature. Spotting Robyn he smiles and murmurs, 'Hello'. Then over to his desk, where he begins to organize the books. Then he adds, "Interesting piece. A lot of detail, and a lot of feeling in it. I spent an hour looking it over this morning before I went for my workout."

Robyn yawns a hello in return to Connor as he streches out his arms. "I didn't even hear you get up this morning." He says a little sleepily. "That looks like a lot of reading you have there." He says flopping back down to a lying down position on the bed. "So how've you been, I heard something about Ahab and your hand?"

Connor's right hand immediately stiffens and goes into a fist at the mention of the name, the cast removed, but the 'scar's still there. He doesn't look back at Robyn, but ends up leaning with his good hand on his desk as he replies softly, "He came for everyone… it was just Tara, and myself… so… I… I artificially enhanced my own gravity to sim superstrength, got behind him, and hit him as hard as I could. Ripped half my tendons. We were stupid and lucky…" The last part said a bit bitterly as he keeps his face hidden from his roomie.

"Hey, it's better to be stupid lucky than stupid unlucky." Robyn says sympathetically. "What is it, if you succeed you're a hero, if you fail your an idiot? So if you succeeded you're a hero, right." He says with a small smile. "And if Ahab wasn't defeated I wouldn't be able to go home to visit my parents this weekend." He says standing up and putting his hand on Connor's shoulder. "You thought quickly when the moment needed it, and it worked."

Connor jerks under the touch, and whispers out, "No… I didn't. I froze, Robyn. And if it hadn't been for Tara being there, and someone being in danger… or whatever… I wouldn't have been able to get past it." Drawing away from the touch, he still doesn't quite look at Robyn as he moves to sit down on his bed, rubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands, "I'm glad you're getting to go home finally… your parents could use the time with you around, especially after the Selene thing. Good for you to get away from here, recharge the batteries… you know… that stuff."

Robyn sits down on Connor's bed if he likes it or not and crosses his arms over his chest. "So…what's the reason you're beating yourself up? Cause you froze? Connor, you're seventeen like me, you've had your powers for less than a year, what's so wrong with freezing? When someone is in danger…that's usually when we just react." Robyn says with a shrug. "Yeah, I need to go home, I need to get away from here for a bit. Rashmi and I are gonna meet up next week for dinner while I'm home since she's going to school closer to the city now."

It comes out so bitter, he practically spits the words, "Because no one here gives a damn what happens to me, Robyn. Sure… you were going through your own stuff… but never once… did anyone really check up on me. None of you. You go down and we all come running… me? Life goes on." Connor exhales rather hard, and lets his hands fall to his side, and just mutters, "And you didn't deserve to hear it like that… but what am I supposed to do… bottling it away doesn't do me any good."

Robyn doesn't stay anything but pushes himself up and walks over to his desk, picking up a small sculpture of his and weighing it in his hand. He then turns quickly and throws it against the wall behind Connor, shattering it. "Screw you Connor, if you're going to try to guilt trip me right now, then I'm leaving. Cause I do give a damn about you but you're right, I am going through my own stuff, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I had to deal with feeling like there's no where left to go but down! It does suck what happened to you Connor, and I'm sorry your hand was injured but I can barely take care of myself right now! The /only/ reason I'm feeling better right now is cause of Rashmi."

Connor reaches up a hand in snap-response and he catches the statue before it can hit the wall, leaving it to float there with it's mass and inertia killed before impact. Standing up just as angrily, he's right up in Robyn's face, and despite the obvious anger in his eyes, his voice is soft, trembling, "You… ASKED. And if you can't handle the answer, then I'm sorry. But I had a real fight… not the Danger Room, not the gym… a real, honest to god fight. And I feel like I'm torn up inside because I wanted to kill him. I didn't want to care, I wanted him gone, because he said your name, he said Rashmi's… then he said mine." Very gently, he floats the statue back towards it's spot, and sets it down, "You spent too long on that piece, you put too much of yourself in it… I refuse to let you break it… because you're breaking a part of yourself in the deal."

"It's far from your last fight too Connor. This school…it's gonna keep on happening and never stop. At somepoint or another you will want to kill someone, to hurt them bad, but there's a different between want and actually crossing that line. Believe when I say I want Selene dead in the worst way possible." Robyn has a hate on for that woman. "It sucks Connor, it really does, I'm sorry you had to go through it but please…don't guilt trip me about this cause I do care about you." Robyn says as he looks over at the statue Connor saved. "It was made two years ago and took me less than a day but…thanks."

Connor walks away from Robyn, and moves back to his desk, sitting down with his back to Robyn once more as he then says over his shoulder, "I'm happy your safe, I'm happy you're getting to see your family… I really am. I'm surprised your mother is even letting you come back here… she hates this whole deal." Shaking his head, he runs his hands through his hand and exhales once more, "I'm sorry you feel like I guilt tripped you, but you asked. I answered finally. I can't take back what was said, or what was done… so I really don't know what to say."

Robyn walks back over to Connor and puts his hand on his shoulder again, not carring if it causes him to tense. "We're all having a tough time Connor, James is worse than I've seen him. Just…you missed the worst of it, and you're lucky." He sighs ad Connor makes his comment about his Mom and shrugs. "My Mom..she doesn't know the whole story. She just thinks it was bad luck. I don't tell her what goes on here, not really. I'm not that stupid. Would you tell your parents what just happened with Ahab?" He wants Connor to seriously think about that one for a second. "Just think of all the other times your friends have been around, instead of the one time they weren't."

Connor doesn't turn around, reaching up and reorganizing the books a moment before he turns around to face Robyn, looking up at him, "I wouldn't tell my parents, but I did tell Uncle Yuri. He taught me before this place, gave me discipline and focus to get past the worst of the problems I was having. If I'd been listening to what he's been talking about this whole time, I probably wouldn't have froze. He understood… but I could tell he was disappointed a little." Sighing and shaking his head, he mutters, "Just… maybe it's better that you go home for a bit. All we're going to do when we see each other is fight. You don't need it, and neither do I."

Robyn actually ruffles Connor's hair this time and goes back to his bed and flops down. "God and I thought I was a downer." He grabs one of his pillows and hugs it to his chest and yawns. "Try writing or something, like you told me to do with my sculpting. Though I think Jordan's right about this place being poison. I just…don't really have anywhere else to go cause of my powers. Maybe you should look into visiting your family for a bit this summer, before school starts and the next big disaster strikes."

Connor shrugs once and reaches up to straighten his short hair, "I see then every Friday night, Robyn… where do you think I go? Because I don't go out partying or hang out with any of you. No… my mom demanded one night a week that I come home for dinner when she found out from my sister that I can go anywhere I know. So… usually around eight or nine our time here, I portal home and sit down for a six pm dinner and whatever people want to do that evening." Sighing once, he gives Robyn a slightly depressed look, "You mean you NEVER noticed?"

"Connor, like I go out partying?" Robyn asks with a sigh. "And how am I supposed to know if you never -tell- me this stuff. You just want me to assume it. I rarely eat at normal hours, most the time I hole myself up in the art room or where ever. Most of the time I don't even notice the time or really go looking for people. You go for runs, you like to work out, you play the drums, you write, you can be a number of places Connor. I don't watch the security cameras here to see where everyone is all the time."

Connor looks away as he says, "I work out and run because it's things I can do by myself. If I sit anyplace here and try to write, inevitably someone comes along and tries to be social. There's no place for privacy on this campus, Robyn… even in our rooms." Then comes a sigh, "I guess we don't really even know each other all that well. I know you love art, your family, oatmeal cookies, and Tim Burton. I know your powers scare you some, and you hate the bitch that nearly killed you. And I know you've been tearing yourself up inside for weeks now."

Robyn stands up and starts to pack some of his shower stuff, not saying anything for a bit. "What is it you want from me Connor? To prove I'm not your friend? To rub it in my face harder that I didn't rush down to the medbay when you were back to being you? And honestly Connor, I think you're full of crap right now. You know, and I know, you know me better than that, but then I guess I haven't been good enough of a friend to you. I've found places to be alone, I've spend more than enough time in the art room without being bothered. A lot of times the computer room is empty, there are places in the woods to hide, there's the inside of the boat house…you can teleport, go to the coffee shop."

Connor says rather darkly, "You know what? You're a dick. An honest to god, self-absorbed, cock, Robyn. I admitted to my me-mongering, I -TRIED- to apologize, but now it's all about YOU. Well… forgive me for not downshifting. Next time maybe I will just shut up about all the shit that I'm dealing with because it's not as important as YOU. Would that make things better? Yeah… I'm angry. Well you know what? If this is how you're going to be around me, maybe you should have moved in with James while you had the chance. You both get along better than with me. I don't even know who he is anymore." Standing up, he walks towards the door, "You know what the hardest thing about 'being a teleporter' is? Having the patience to sit through people dishing all over you, when with a thought I could go away. But I guess that's not enough. Excuse me while I go man up some more so you can stomach me for next year."

"FUCK YOU CONNOR!" Robyn shouts at him sounding just as hurt as he is pissed. "I don't know what the fuck you want from me! I'm trying to be your friend but you're the one who keeps saying we're just gonna fight and the one who keeps having the attitude. You keep pushing me and you expect me to keep taking it, I'm sorry. Look in the mirror Connor, right now you're the one being selfish. You're acting like I've -never- been there for you, like I've never worried about you. The ONE time I couldn't be there for you and you act like I stabbed you in the face. It's not me you have to worry about stomaching, I can stomach you, but can you stomach yourself. So I ask you again, what is it you want from me?"

The only reply that comes from him is one word, "…Nothing…" And as Connor reaches for the handle of the door, he just vanishes from sight, the air rippling in the space he was standing in…

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