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Robin Farber payed no attention to the multitude of students swarming around him, his eyes glued to a small map of Beacon Academy he'd bought from a souvenir shop in nearby Vale.  It was a replica, of course, but held enough detail to clearly illustrate the Orientation Hall in all its glory.<br/>
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A location that, based on the numerous confused expressions surrounding him, was proving difficult to find.<br/>
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Robin moved onward, with purpose: neatly slipping the folded map back into his jeans pocket.  His outfit attracted no shortage of stares—perhaps too simple or sloppy for an esteemed student of Beacon Academy.  The navy blue shirt was classy enough, he supposed—but perhaps it was the slight oil stains towards the bottom, the chemical burn hole through his right sleeve.  A black silk tie, stained with a hint of ice dust, hung loosely around his neck, his dark jeans stained in a similar manner.<br/>
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Yet he cared little for what they thought.  While the other students milled about in a meaningless fashion or wandered, lost in confusion, Robin’s simple preparation greatly expedited the morning events…well, at least for him.  His hand descended casually to his waist, almost as if to remind himself the simple-looking handgun attached to his waist was still present.<br/>
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For Robin, it was only natural he’d attend Beacon.  His test scores were perfect, his classes near-effortless: yet he never studied, relying on his near-perfect memory to compensate for his apathy.  <i>Brilliant, but lazy</i>.  That was how his teachers described him, yet Robin paid them little heed.  Why should he try, at such a basic level?  There was no incentive to better himself, no challenge from his instructors or his peers.  But here at Beacon there was real competition, maybe even others like him.  Robin’s eyes shone in excitement.<br/>
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Although, with the confused state of those around him, Robin held little faith.  If they couldn't perform such a simple task as locating the orientation hall, they might as well leave Beacon before risking further embarrassment.<br/>
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A few moments later, Robin entered the orientation hall, casually taking a seat at the back while he waited for the others to spill in.  And he could wait--it wasn't like anyone here seemed worth the time or energy needed for conversation.​</div>