2010-02-16: To Be Good At Something


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Summary: Zack opens up a bit to Robyn and expresses his desire to have a hobby.

Date: February 16, 2010

Log Title To Be Good At Something

Rating: PG

Xavier Mansion - Robyn and Zack'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 are 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 school books. A cased cello sits in the corner of his side of the room.

Robyn has been up for a bit, already had breakfast, a few classes, and is now free for a bit until his next class. He's decided to come back to the room and he throws down his book bag and collaspes on the bed. "What's up Zack?" He says as he looks around his half of the room. He really should clean it a bit, it't not overly messy but there are a few articles of clothing on the floor by his bed.

Zack looks over a little bit towards you and he oh, and gives a faint little nod, he actually really doens't have quite the moevd in feel yet, just his computer, fresh linene, and clothing put away. One picture but no posters, "Hey ya…so uh…heard tehre's a new Tim Burton movie coming out soon huh?"

"Yup, Alice in Wonderland, I'm going to try to drag Jordan to it when it comes out in a few weeks. I can't wait. And then they're doing a remake of Frankenweenie." Robyn says as he turns so he can look at Zack instead of the ceiling. It's strange to have a roommate as bit as he is sometimes. "So how are you, you were all pissed off and ready to punch a hole in something last night, feeling any better?"

Zack yeah, he manages to find a way to break the ice with a topic he knew might get a reaction, "Ya I suppose it' supposed to be good" he says a he removes the headphones, "I was cool last night, jsut it seems like people want me to kiss and make up, and I have no desire to. Guy just needs to stay away and I'll be fine, no biggie…so what classes you got this afternoon?"

"I don't even know James, I've never met him. So I really don't know what the guy is like." Robyn says as he just knows that he loathed Lucas at first, but now, he's on decent terms with the guy. "What classes do I have, Um…mutant ethics and geometry." There's a 'blah' face made at the mention of Geometry.

Zack ohs, "He's just a bully, and now I'm big enough to stand up to bullies. So he seems pissed that I realized that." he shrugs, "And he's gotta deal with it." he smiles again, "Ah, no a math guy huh? Gee wonder why I didn't notice that" he sticks his tounge out a litte bit, looking at all the art stuff around and grinning.

"So he's like Lucas?" Since Robyn thinks that the blond is just a bully as well, but he can deal with him. "I always tried to ignore them for the most part, it's harder here since you can't disappear as easy. And also /everyone/ seems to know stuff here, there's never any secrets it feels like." So Robyn's become a bit less introverted than he was in his old high school. "What did he do to really get your goat?"

Zack nods a second to himself, "Ya I know, well it is like highschool I never thought having so many mutants here could feel just like high school!" he laughs, "But it's tree it's like totally noraml" he mmms and runs a hand through his black curls, "So you guys gonna see the movie alone? I wouldn't mind going to see it…" he ohs suddenly and shrugs, "Guy acts as if I insulted him by not going to the medical bay after he…after he got bak from being possessed you know. He's one of the guys that got taken. So I wasj ust gonna stay away. Took offense, I mean, he chased me down and was about ready to attack me, and I was gonna clean his punk clock"

Robyn shifts around so that he's lying on his back with his hands behind his head. "My boyfriend was possessed too, it with a hard thing around for those of us having to deal with the possessed and those who are. They have to live with what happened to them and choices they made that weren't them." He had a bad run-in with Nathaniel as Demon and he can't hate him for his actions. "But also at the same time, nothing says you have to be friends, staying clear of each other is probably your best option. And no, my old High School was worse than this."

Zack nods, "ya no, I don't blame him, I just didn't feel like visiting him in his hopsital bed. You know. He can do…what he wants, and that's fine, but he acted as if I'm the ass" he shrugs, "That and I had to set him strait cause he was harassaing a new student saying he was me…ya know. What is up with that…" he huffs, "Anyway, forget it, ya you know what all he has to do is stay away from me that's it…" he sits up, "Hey you want to to somthing this afternoon"

"Yeah, just don't let it get to the point where you do something stupid and then you're having to spend most of your free time repairing the damn boat house with him." Since Robyn's been spending most of his free time doing that with Dallas and Lucas. "Unfortunately I can't. I'd love to but, boat house repairs. I think we're almost done though and then my arms can stop hurting so much it hurts to use a pottery wheel."

Zack thinks about it, "Working on teh dock huh? You know mabey it wouldn't be so bad, finding somthing constructive to do really with my time. You know, I think mabey it might be good, is it heavy lifting and stuff that I can handle, setting up pieces and what not"

"Not by choice, Dallas, Lucas and I got in trouble and as a punishment we have to work together to fix the dock." Robyn half grumbles, he knows he deserved the punishment. "But finding something to do helps. In my free time I play the cello or sculpt quite a bit, it kills time and I enjoy it. So finding something constructive might be a good idea."

Zack nods a little again, "Well I keep working out but I suppose too much of that will drive you crazy huh? Mabey I should start trying to build stuff…" he nods, "Or make like…giant jugs huh? Large jugs with big hands" he laughs

Robyn laughs and has no clue where that 'giant jugs' comment came from. "Or Giant Jugs, sounds like you're going to become the leading expert in breat implants for women." He can't resist the comment. "I dunno, I'd say it doesn't drive Dallas crazy but I think he's quite crazy. Do whatever you like Zack, to keep you sane."

Zack blinks a moment and he blushes, "What, no, I mean…no damnit I was talking about clay! You do pottery, you got a wheel you started it" he points a bit and huffs, still embaressed.

Robyn laughs and stands up, walking over to put a hand on Zack's shoulder. "I'm just teasing you Zack. Don't worry about it. I'm really the last person you have to worry about a a 'self image' with. And I just use the school's pottery wheel, yeah right does my family have enough money to get me something like that." He says with a chuckle.

Zack nods his head and he looks down at his big hands and he flexs them a little, "Well you think I could work pottery or somthing like that I mean not sure abotu any techniquen I guess it'll have to be a big thing" he holds his palm out.

Zack nods his head and he looks down at his big hands and he flexs them a little, "Well you think I could work pottery or somthing like that I mean not sure about any technique I guess it'll have to be a big thing" he holds his palm out. Looking down at it, "Not sure what I'd be good at doing"

Going back to sit on his bed, Robyn flops down on his back. "It's not about what you're good at doing, it's what you have fun doing. I don't sculpt cause I'm good at it, I sculpt cause I like doing it. I think I'm good at it cause I've been doing it so long. Though I play Cello cause my father wanted me to pick up an instrument." But he does like it and at least he got to pick which instrument.

Zack nodh is head, "Well I suppose, I want to be good at somthing, it's a natural thing I guess. I mean, I can do stuff, and I guess hanging out and talking with people here is fun, but it doens't do anything" he sits up on his bed and keeps thinkin.

"Well, what do you like to do?" Robyn asks as he figues you start with what you like then you go from there. "I can always show you how to work the pottery wheel and you can see if you enjoy it, or just come up to the art room with me sometime and just mess around with the clay that's there."

Zack nods, "Well Im trying to sing again. I really want to try you know, to sing again and find my range, I really did enjoy that for a good time." he keeps smiling and he rubs his hands together, "Sure I'd like to mess around with you. Get all full of clay, and mabey I dunno, make a funny statue."

"I guess to me sculpting is kind of like sports to Dallas or something. I'm always competing with myself to make something better or more interesting. I never thought of it like that though." Robyn says absent-mindly. "Have you taken any music classes here, yet? Or talked to Mr. Gilpatrick about it?" He then gives Zack an amused smile. "Any time you wanna go up to the art room, let me know."

Zack shakes his head, "No not at all I mean I havn't seen the music professer, I found some bass parts and practiced some versions of them, but I havn't done any real hardcore lessons like I did before"

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