<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/r55oiVf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Life preserver, backpack, grey hoodie and sweatpants</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Down River</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Thorne | Ellie, Felix</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Needless to say, Robin is not having a fun time on his first canoeing trip. His stunned silence at Thorne’s attack on Ellie doesn’t do him any favors. He glares quietly at the other rower as he pushes forward. He knows it doesn’t do any good; it’s a glare as effective as the one he has used on bullies all his life, and even his own parents who have consistently made him and his brother feel like unruly prop pieces in their life. It’s never done any good, and Robin is sure that it isn’t going to do good this time, either.<br/><br/>He presses on because he doesn’t have much of a choice; Ellie had plenty of rescuers who were able to use their voices; people who were braver… better… than him.  He’s grateful at least that others call for Sean when he goes missing. Robin finds his voice again after some hesitation, calling as well, commenting to Thorne, ”I’m going to try to go faster in case he got pulled ahead somehow…,”<br/><br/>Given that he and Thorne are dependent on rowing at a similar speed and stride, that means of course he wants Thorne to go faster.  Robin can’t<em>quite</em>say that, though. Thorne’s too intimidating, this whole encounter is too overwhelming. It can’t get worse.<br/><br/>It does get worse, though, as hope of the shore vanishes and then a… giant octopus (kraken???!) tentacle breaks the waves and crashes nearby Davina. It leaves Robin screaming and shaking.. and then just shaking as he realizes he is screaming, and now that he<em>can</em>use his voice he really doesn’t want to.<br/><br/>A whole host of thoughts run through Robin’s head such as whether cephalopods can see targets that aren’t moving or are attracted to noise. The truth is that he doesn’t know<em>any</em>of that, though. He does know from running from bullies, though, that fast is often better, so he does what he can to work with Thorne, bracing and trying to prepare for having to quickly adjust the canoe as the heavy waves crash down.<br/><br/>He tries to remain aware of his surroundings and even help if he sees trouble, and yet also seems resigned to the fact he can’t exactly be looking around and paddling well at the same time.<br/>