<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>Mr. Sea Monster | Ellie, Fellow, Thorne</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Needless to say, things are not going well. Robin was not exactly pleased with the events when he found himself canoeing with a camper that he began  to think wanted to jump him, and then subsequently gave Ellie a swim. It was the kind of start that made someone want to shout to the sky what<em>else</em>could go wrong. Apparently… sea monsters?<br/><br/>Robin’s first instinct as the tentacles wrap around the boat is to test the power he had learned alongside Fellow’s newfound life to hide himself in a box. He didn’t know if he could do it so quickly and under duress, though; he also didn’t know if… sea monsters (??!!!)... could break through that kind of magic. What Robin does know is that there is no way he’d be able to cross the waters in time to bring many others into his magical hidey hole, and he is already feeling like the world’s most failed attempt at a hero after staring quietly, transfixed at Thorne’s bullying to Ellie.<br/><br/>He does not have too much time to think, unfortunately. He opens his mouth to speak and - unsurprisingly - nothing comes, though there seems to be plenty of foul language being directed at the sea monster without him. Then the tentacles began to tangle at a canoe -<em>his</em>canoe, and Robin braces to keep Fellow in his backpack all while half-expecting Thorne to sneka up and yeet him into the fish’s maw in the name of a good head start.<br/><br/>Robin tries to collect his bag and moves to splash down into the water from the seized canoe, gurgling as the active waves spit in his face. He tries a second time to speak. This time he can potentially blame it on the foamy waves for not being able to, but he still has plenty of fear and anxiety. Fortunately, his biggest barrier to speaking always comes from a fear of looking foolish, and in this case he is far more concerned with getting eaten.<br/><br/>”We came here to cele-” More salty water splashing in his mouth. He tries to spit it out. It would be just like him to drown in inhaled water while being feet away from a giant sea beast.. ”We came here to celebrate the forest. We are here to help it, enjoy it! We'd never hurt it.” Robin’s chokes as more water rolls into his open mouth.  Maybe he is becoming an easy target by speaking; he’ll be the first confirmed casualty (not that he doesn’t suspect Sean and the others may have fallen first.)<br/><br/>Hey, at least he’d be dead after trying<em>something</em>to help, which is a step above staring silently as the people he cares about get tossed overboard.<br/>