<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/46/3c/b9/463cb92dd9d2cd1c4bc2751475e9b86e.jpg)<strong>Name:</strong> Robin Kriegsman<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Shane (Mxyzptlk)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Playful<br/><br/>Robin watched Shane intently.  Her movements were fluid and light.  She understood her body - how it moved - and was comfortable with every curve of it as she took her bags from her and placed them besides the door.  It wasn't until she took Robin's hand into her own that she realized she was staring.  <strong>My name is Robin Kriegsman.</strong>  She flexed her hand a few times; Shane's heat was still on it.<br/><br/><strong>Rooming with the opposite sex?  That's new...</strong>  Robin said as she peered at the name of her new roommate.  She was pretty sure she wouldn't remember it even if she tried.  <strong>What happens if you're bi?</strong>  Not that the answer really mattered.  Robin had never had the urge for men.  Although she could list the many reasons why (most concerning matters of hygiene), no single explanation could trump the fact that boys didn't do it for her.  Girls, however, do.  Not just any girl, though.  It took a particular sort of woman to gain Robin's attention, attraction, and loyalty.  It's not like any naked girl could get Robin to wiggle her clit, but she was still trying to pin point exactly what type of girl did.  She bit her lower lip as she wondered what it'd be like to live in a dorm full of girls just like her.  <strong>I'll be good.</strong>  She said in response to Shane's teasing offer as she followed her up the stairs and down some hallways and got completely lost.  <strong>But don't be confused if my <em>good</em> looks like I'm being a cunt.</strong><br/><br/>A girl crossed the hallway in front of them as they made their way down the hall.  The way she looked at them was odd.  <strong>Does this place use electro-shock therapy or something?</strong>  Robin asked, her eyebrows creased with concern.  She paused, watching the girl disrobe and disappear behind the bathroom door, before turning into the room Shane entered.  Room 102 looked more like a cell than a bedroom.  Each side of the room was a mirror image of the other.  Cement block walls painted the color of boring, a metal bed frame that probably made more noise than a 90 year old after eating beans, and a desk, painted the same color as the walls.  <strong>Cheery.</strong>  Robin said as she took a smoke from the pack Shane held out.  <br/><br/>After lighting the cigarette, Robin sat down on what looked like her bed since the bedding was still rolled up and took a deep drag.  Her eyes met Shane's.  They were light blue and clear.  Like the sky on a cloudless day where you can see the stars despite the sun.  Robin perceived that Shane was more than meets the eyes.  <strong>How long have you been here?</strong>  <em>Gotta be a long time if she's taking it upon herself to be the welcoming committee.</em> Robin thought.  It was difficult to decipher because she looked both mature and young - ageless as much as she was androgynous.  <strong>Are the classes really as horrible as the pamphlet lets on? I mean, do they <em>work</em>?</strong>  She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her free arm around her legs.  She rested her chin on her knees and looked up at Shane perched on the windowsill.  The only thing worse than having to be at a lesbian reform school was being at a lesbian reform school that actually reforms lesbians.<br/></div>