<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>Talking<br/><hr/><br/>Bobby wasn't sure how to act in a group environment. He stuck right at the outside and avoided eye contact. The fact nobody had recoiled from him was clear. He kept his eyes half on the girl leading it. She seemed nice, but the type to dislike and distrust him. Not that he'd ever blame anyone for that. How could he.<br/><br/>Then the girl leading the group handed the maps to her younger friend. When the girl reached Bobby and looked at him he felt the fear. It was all over her face and body, her arm seemed to shake as she held up the map. He reached out slowly, and gently. He knew how people felt and did his utmost to avoid causing a scene. Luckily he took the map and she seemed to breath a sigh of relief.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you"</strong><br/><br/>Bobby had not learnt manners throughout most of his life, but nowadays he tried to be polite where he could. He had to do something to try improving his public image. When Salem, or 'Cyclops' continued on he had to bite his tongue. Speaking of prison without experiencing it frustrated him. She clearly had no idea what a place like Riker's was like. Or what being forced into a life you didn't want was like. He kept paying attention, and didn't roll his eyes or show his disapproval of her comments. He knew they were meant well, and probably did help a few of the students. Just not the ones who'd experienced prison like he had.<br/><br/>He had noticed another girl looking at him with a distinct expression on her face. Fear, and possibly even hatred. With the way he perceived events so slowly he could hear her heart beats easily. Reading emotions was no problem when each change lasted a hundred times as long as it would for others. She had the look of someone who'd been on the streets about her. It was hard to perceive for others, but anyone who'd been there could see it. Nothing he could do to fix it though, if he approached he'd just be pushed away. So he kept quiet and paid attention to the tour.