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<br/>​</div>Ah, well.  As Shiro claimed the fifth bed, Robin grumbled under his breath before tossing his backpack atop the lower bunk of the left bed.  Robin himself followed soon after, eager to feel the soft mattress against his sore muscles.  The bed frame creaked precipitously beneath his weight, and Robin had only a mere moment to catch his thoughts before the supporting beams split with a resounding snap, dropping the mattress (and an irate Robin) onto the dorm floor.  His eyes flashed with anger as he stood up, rolling off the mattress to inspect the destruction.  The wooden slats designed to support the mattress had completely fractured underneath his weight, broken at a sharp angle on either side of the bed frame.  In a single fluid motion, Robin drew<i>Velocitus</i>, a brilliant silver blade springing forth beneath the handgun barrel.  With two blindingly-fast slashes, he cleaved the broken slats from either side of the bed frame, allowing the mattress to fall solidly to the floor.<br/><br/>While this might seem a loss, Robin figured he could re-purpose the wood into shelves or the like at a later date.  He'd need to stop at a hardware store first--perhaps he could make a quick run there during dinner?  Brushing such thoughts from his mind, Robin collapsed than holstered his weapon, not wanting to produce it any longer than necessary.  He casually threw his luggage atop the mattress, bouncing slightly as if to taunt him.  Robin turned to K, mumbling a brief excuse.  "I'm gonna...get some air." He pushed past his teammates and exited the dorm, headed for the academy balcony.<br/><br/>The breeze whipped through his white hair, a solemn expression on his face as he admired the surrounding scenery, allowing the stresses of his day to slowly slip away.  He'd made a choice to attend Beacon, and needed to accept the inevitable outcome: namely, he could no longer rely on reputation and influence alone to solve the majority of his problems.  Perhaps he should have accepted his father's offer and attended Atlas: he could have had it all.  He would have been a Team Leader, with a private suite and full use of the Atlas laboratory facilities.  At Beacon, he was a team member with a broken bunk bed and laboratory sloppy seconds.<br/><br/>"What are<b>you</b>doing here?" A sharp, condescending voice shattered Robin's thoughts as he whipped around in an instant to confront his accuser.<br/><br/>"I could ask you the same question, Lenora." The white-haired girl fixed him with a haughty stare, hands placed firmly on her hips.  "I imagined you of all people would be attending Atlas, especially given your father's...influence." Lenora shot him a scathing glare before launching into a tirade of her own.<br/><br/>"Hmph.  I could say the same to you.  See, I<i>WOULD</i>have attended Atlas Academy if my idiot mother hadn't interfered.  Now I'm stuck at this...dump, surrounded by charity cases and other Atlas Academy rejects!  Vale, and Beacon by extension...these people are classless, stupid, poor--it honestly disgusts me." Robin flashed a brief grin at her simpering little rant, causing Lenora to look at him in confusion.  "What...what's so funny, Robin?"<br/><br/>"Oh, nothing," he mused.  "See, I had a full scholarship to Atlas Academy, but turned it down.  To attend Beacon.  I appreciate the...perspective." An ugly scowl crossed Lenora's face as she stormed over to Robin, fists balled in irritation.<br/><br/>"WHAT did you just say?  You're telling me you--" Having heard enough, Robin turned his back on Lenora, her eyes flaring as he blew her off.  "Don't you turn your back on me, Farber!  G-get back here!  I'm not finished with you!"<br/><br/>Robin walked back towards his dorm, gently pushing at the door and silently letting himself in once more.  A faint smile still played across his face as he met K's eyes for a brief moment, giving his team leader a brief smile and a sharp nod.<br/><br/>It really was a matter of perspective.