<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Robby Coles<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jean's classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 10, morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jean Grey<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sad story includes mentions of abuse<br/><hr/><br/>Bobby listened to Jean's words quietly. She seemed to genuinely care, and the rate he perceived the world usually let him know if someone flinched or looked away from him. Jean seemed to really care, and want to help. It was a little worrying when she started to ask about his past, but he saw no point in concealing the reality of what he'd done. He stayed quiet for a few moments. It took a little time to gather his thoughts before he could start speaking.<br/><br/><strong>"It was bad, when I grew up. Things. Life. Most everything, really. My dad was like the devil, beat me and my mom. Every day it got a bit worse. I've still got scars." <br/></strong><br/>He looked down as he spoke, feeling shame at the story but doing his best to admit the truth. He rolled up his sleeves a little to show her a few scar marks on his arms. They looked to have come from beatings with belts, and they'd now lasted over a decade. Bobby felt himself wobble a little, but pulled it together.<br/><br/><strong>"One day it went too far. He beat my mom half way to death. And she..." <br/></strong><br/>Bobby temporarily trailed off, before gulping in a big breath and shuddering. He'd never really told this bit, but for some reason he felt comfortable.<br/><br/><strong>"She shot him. Killed the devil right there. When I came down stairs everything was slow. Blood everywhere, her tears took minutes to drop. I was trapped, and scared. But it turned to anger. Despite all the abuse he was my dad. I felt something well up inside me. Like a heat. Before I knew what was happening everything around me was on fire. But I still couldn't make myself move. I had to watch as it..."</strong><br/><br/>He bit his lip, feeling the well of emotions getting the better of him. He stopped talking and temporarily something appeared to have changed in him. His eyes lost the vulnerability and emotion and to a telepath like Jean it was clear that he'd shut off his own feelings. Distanced himself from them. More concerning, though, was the pit of anger in his mind. It bubbled up, rushing over all of his thoughts and making him clench his fists tight. Bobby tried his best, starting to take steady deep breaths and attempt to clear his mind. Inside his head, he heard a voice. It growled and barked, each word with a grating roughness to it that somehow reminded him of a talking, sentient roaring inferno.<br/><br/><em>"Kill her. Burn her. Murder them all. Make the school like ashes. You know you want to Bobby. Snip, Snap..." </em><br/><br/>Bobby was terrified Jean would hear the voice. It was hard not to, for some reason its presence in his head tended to be very broadcast. That and the fact his powers were beginning to kick start. The heat in the room began to drain away, including from Jean's own skin. Only a few degrees but enough to feel a sudden chill. Although Bobby himself began to feel like something of a heat source. But, despite the intensity, he had dealt with this before. His steady breathing and managing to entirely ignore the voice in his head went a long way. Overall he was far from the brink, and could confidently return back to safety if he kept his cool.<br/>