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- Male
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Penance
As he made his way around the event, making idle small chat with some of the donors attending the charity event. Robbie heard the telltale signs that the guest heroes had arrived. Or at least some of them. Turning to try and get a look at who was there, he easily recognized the man known as Mr. Fantastic. Also called "Reed Richards." One of the Pro-Registration heroes on his world.
The rest, he was unfamiliar with. Save for the mention of Mrs. Walters. He couldn't help but be reminded of the old world he was once apart of. Deciding it was for the best if he distanced himself from the crowd. Robbie made his way to a bench not too far away from the event, but still a far enough to where he would be undisturbed for a little bit. Laying the duffle bag down next to him on the bench, opening it up to peek at its contents. His suit had hardly been messed with, aside from the displacement caused by him moving around constantly.
He reached inside to touch the spikey helmet, gently touching the spikes on the outside before reaching to the inside of the helm. Immediately he was greeted with the painful touch of spikes. The placement of the spikes were specific enough to where they would block his vision or doing something along the lines. They still hurt. That was their purpose. To serve as a painful reminder of his failure. He soon closed the duffle bag, not wanting anyone to walk past and see what was inside.
He would just sit there, watching the event go on. Waiting for his chance to question Mr. Fantastic.
@Camleen @Ms.Ezra @Michale CS @Nomad-22 @AnyoneElseIMissedThatIsAttendingTheEvent
As he made his way around the event, making idle small chat with some of the donors attending the charity event. Robbie heard the telltale signs that the guest heroes had arrived. Or at least some of them. Turning to try and get a look at who was there, he easily recognized the man known as Mr. Fantastic. Also called "Reed Richards." One of the Pro-Registration heroes on his world.
The rest, he was unfamiliar with. Save for the mention of Mrs. Walters. He couldn't help but be reminded of the old world he was once apart of. Deciding it was for the best if he distanced himself from the crowd. Robbie made his way to a bench not too far away from the event, but still a far enough to where he would be undisturbed for a little bit. Laying the duffle bag down next to him on the bench, opening it up to peek at its contents. His suit had hardly been messed with, aside from the displacement caused by him moving around constantly.
He reached inside to touch the spikey helmet, gently touching the spikes on the outside before reaching to the inside of the helm. Immediately he was greeted with the painful touch of spikes. The placement of the spikes were specific enough to where they would block his vision or doing something along the lines. They still hurt. That was their purpose. To serve as a painful reminder of his failure. He soon closed the duffle bag, not wanting anyone to walk past and see what was inside.
He would just sit there, watching the event go on. Waiting for his chance to question Mr. Fantastic.
@Camleen @Ms.Ezra @Michale CS @Nomad-22 @AnyoneElseIMissedThatIsAttendingTheEvent