<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>Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br/><strong>Location:</strong>X-Mansion, Near the entrance<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 7th, around 3:00pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cyclops, Medusa<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Taking the tour (Minor talk about depression. Inner monologue mentions suicide attempts.)<br/><hr/><br/>Salem seemed to have missed him as he lent against the wall. He couldn't blame her as he was very quiet about remaining. That and nobody would really expect a guy like him to stick around. He kept to himself as the two girls chatted. If anything it was nice to see ordinary, or ordinary to him, human interaction. It was something he'd been very starved of. Salem seemed to be happy to have someone to converse with, so far as he could make out. It was unusually hard to read her with the lack of eye contact. That and her body language was a little unusual. Not enough to be glaringly obvious to most, but with how fast he perceived things it was clear. Perhaps they shared some form of social issues. Bobby knew full well he wasn't gifted with people.<br/><br/>After a little longer talking of the control he so badly desired he heard her ask the background of the other girl. Bobby quietly paid attention but tried to make sure he didn't seem like he was eavesdropping. After all, this wasn't his business. Immediately he felt a brief pang, as she mentioned the orphanage and the streets. Of course it sounded like she had been more of a victim of misfortune than Bobby ever had been. Not a lot really could present a threat to him. Still, she appeared to have got a hold of things fairly well. He noticed her glance at him and looked back, trying his best to smile and appear non-threatening.<br/><br/>He wasn't quite sure what to say when she asked how he'd got here. Part of him questioned it. He didn't truly believe he deserved to be here. But learning to control and contain himself was better than being imprisoned for life. He took the softest tone he could despite his deep and rough voice as he replied.<br/><br/><strong>"Three years solitary. No talking. No people. Just me and a square room day after day. I hit a year without..."</strong><br/><br/>He drifted off. He didn't know how to describe it. There was a moment that the guilt and pain in his head was plainly obvious. Things flashed through his head. Eventually he settled on trying to keep it simple.<br/><br/><strong>"Without doing anything bad on purpose. I meditate a lot. I just try to find peace. Now I'm just trying to be a person. If I can atone for what I've done, I will. I don't deserve this life, or to be here."</strong><br/><br/>He certainly wasn't looking for pity, instead just trying to be honest. He didn't think he belonged in the mansion. If Charles had been any less compelling in asking him to come here he would've remained willingly in solitary. Hell he'd have happily died for his sins. He tried a couple of times back in L.A. Unfortunately he always lit up before the bullet hit, and they didn't do much more than sting. Once he managed to scar himself with a revolver. If he ever hurt anyone else he knew full well he wouldn't be capable of living with the guilt. As he thought on and on he was grateful of the pace he could think. This was all imperceptibly quick to the girls he was talking to. His self-hatred's true depths were for him to know. Although there was no way they would have missed the twinge and pained face he made when he had talked about Snapdragon earlier. He hated even thinking that name, let alone saying it. It was dangerous to dwell on the topic, even if it didn't upset him so much.<br/>