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bone-affied-cuchulainn‌:

It was sometimes hard to tell with Robin’s humor. Someone had described it to her, apparently, but it was someone with a very dry sense, and considering her powers it was hard to tell what was humor and what wasn’t. Seeing into the future did that, he supposed. 

A small laugh trickled out of him as she clarified that it was a joke, “Oi tink ya did decent ‘nough. Problem wid today is though tha’ a prediction liek tha’ could be all too real, ya ken?” He laughed again, shrugging, “Try ta make it more ridiculous next time, aye? Liek it be endin’ in a burst af confetti poppers an’ Santa. Less likely ta send erryone an their ma inta a panic.”

She wasn’t used to feeling this way--- the relief that flooded through her when Cu got her joke. Relief in general was something she rarely experienced; what was there to be relieved about? Her visions weren’t just visual; she could hear everything around her, smell the stench of burning flesh, taste the ash in the air and feel the cold draft coming through the cellar doors. There was never a quiet moment in her head, never a chance where she could just finally breathe, for once.

Robin returned Cu’s response with a curt nod, “Alright, I’ll remember that next time. Confetti poppers and Santa.” She had no clue who or what a Santa was, but she didn’t bother asking. Instead, she turned to a fresh blank page in her book and selected a new colored pencil. “This party is weird, i’m not sure I like it very much.” She admitted.

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fowl-mouthed-coroner‌:

“Your first? No birthday parties, even? Nothing when you were even little?” He asked, curiously wondering about her age now. His eyes flicked down to her drawing, and while it wasn’t perfect he was starting to notice some horrifically familiar design. Designs that didn’t see their way into most Earth architecture, and the wardrobe the young boy donned was not at all Earth-like. 

“Ooohhh shady deals. Quite a bit of a big step, for a first party.”

Robin nodded, again undistracted by her sketching. Putting down the purple coloring pencil for a blue one instead, she started to color in the boy’s clothes, “Maybe a few small ones, I only remember family friends and tiny cupcakes. We moved around a lot because it wasn’t safe.” She paused very briefly, before looking up and meeting Donald’s eyes for almost the first time since he’d approached her. “There was one in the Taj Mahal, but that’s in my thirties.”

She shrugged at Donald’s remark, “Some steps must be taken, willing or not.”

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bone-affied-cuchulainn‌:

Cu stalked up easily to the table, throwing his weight down on one of the chairs and grinning over at Robin, another from the Inner Circle, “’Ey, Robin! Don’ ye look chuffed ta be ‘ere. Regular ray af fuckin’ sunshine.” he said, sarcastically, knowing all too well the girl wasn’t much for this sort of thing. Hell, he could barely hear his own voice in this crowd. Still, it was only a bit of playful teasing.

Leaning over he eyed her pad and watched her hands furiously go to work on it, “What ye drawin’ aye? We gotta worry?”

For someone as dangerous as Cu, Robin probably shouldn’t have been so glad to see him— but she was. He was familiar and welcomed in such a strange and noisy place. There was relief on her face when she looked up to greet him, “Only the destruction of the entire planet, no big deal.” she attempted to joke before returning to her sketches. A few of the others in the circle had been trying to teach her that lately. “Did I do that right? Was it funny?”

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brokenxpulse‌:

“Look, I won’t judge.” He shrugged as he lied. He was judging her and her sketchbook, just slightly. Gus was positive he wasn’t the only one interested in the girl drawing at one of the most interesting parties he has been to. “Everyone has their own ways of enjoying the party.” And his were drugs. But that was something he would never admit to anyone he was close to. He wasn’t ready to call his slowly growing addiction a ‘problem’.

Despite not understanding what was so important about being judged or not, Robin blinked at him and slowly nodded. “Okay,” She replied, looking back down to her sketchbook as she fiddled with the spiral. “I’m not here to enjoy the party,” she confessed. “I’m here to find my mom.” 

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fowl-mouthed-coroner‌:

His uncle? Donald’s eyes flashed a little at the thought, a bit of unease and anger rising up in himself. He tossed the emotion onto someone else across the room and stole their joy with a thought before focusing back on the girl in front of him, now a lot more interested in who she was. “Why is it so important?” He asked, eyeing her pencils and paper. “I mean, you don’t seem the sort to find parties as important, unlike some others.” Namely himself. He loved a good party. 

With a soft hum, Robin selected a purple coloring pencil and began drawing again— drawing whatever of the vision she could remember from memory. She started with a sketch of a tiny Donald, working her way out to detailing the room around him. “I’m looking for my mom,” she finally responded without looking up from her work. “I’m supposed to meet someone with information about her. This is my first party, actually.”  

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There were too many people. Too many mutants with abilities. A simple touch could steal them away.. But with her gloves pulled up to her elbows she hoped to avoid such a thing. It didn’t make sense to her but for now she’d eat and steal some stuff so she wouldn’t be hungry tomorrow. She had decided to sit down at a semi empty table to eat but the motherly instinct in her couldn’t help push the plate toward the girl. “Are you hungry?”

With her head laid down and chin resting on the table, Robin barely looked up from her drawing. She shook her head, before pausing, “No thank you,” she said, assuming it’d be rude if she didn’t verbally decline politely. They’d been trying to work on her people skills recently, even if Robin didn’t see much of a point to it.

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ofasilhouette‌:

“What’ya doin?” Kitty remarked approaching the young women.The party was a bit overwhelming, so she couldn’t blame the girl for being on her own. Still, Kitty yearned for company. Just not for the company to be so filled she couldn’t be heard.

Robin glanced up briefly, before ducking her head back down, “I’m drawing,” she responded with a quiet voice, not really paying any mind to the girl that’d approached her. Not with the intention of being rude however, she just wasn’t sure what else to say to the stranger. 

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fowl-mouthed-coroner‌:

Donald’s brows cinched more than they had before, clearly disturbed by what she was saying. He wasn’t feeling upset presently, but it was quickly building along with the feeling of curiosity she was emanating. 

“Nobody’s sending me away.” He stated, defensively. “If you don’t want company, you know you could have always just not showed up?” He questioned, quickly masking the growing feeling of dread in his gut.

The clear look of unsettlement tipped Robin off almost immediately, and she knew that somehow she must have mixed up the past or future with the present again. “Your uncle,” she began, before pursing her lips and fiddling with her pencil anxiously. She rubbed her forehead absentmindedly, and winced as the visions continued to come and go. “I need to be here, it’s important.” She answered his question instead, and flipped her sketchbook to a new blank page. 

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fowl-mouthed-coroner‌:

Donald made his way about the party, curious about this ‘halloween’ thing. To him it was a celebration of expression and creativity, which was something his race often frowned upon. Even more so, when he saw a girl drawing in the corner.

“You do know this is a party, right?” he asked, a brow cocking high and a hint of judgement clear in his tone.

“A party,” she repeated his words as she looked up, eyebrows furrowed. She wasn’t sure what he wanted from her, the question seemingly foreign to her ears, but she did know one thing and that was--- 

“You’re upset,” she blurted before she could stop herself. "You think it’s unfair-- that he’s sending you away.” 

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brokenxpulse‌:

“I feel fantastic.” Invincible, maybe. With the drug turning the dial to 12 with his powers, he had a dumb smile on his face feeling like he could start a fight with anyone and win. He was smart enough to dare not risk it though. It would be humiliating for him to lose a fight in front of many people.

“I’m guessing you’re not interested in being here?” Gus eyed the sketchbook in her hand and scoffed in disbelief at the sight. “Because people don’t usually bring sketchbooks to parties.” He thought it was weird. It wasn’t really the time or a place to be scribbling onto a page when there were drinks, drugs, and people to mingle with. 

Robin shook her head almost vehemently, “I’m very interested in being here,” she insisted. She’d spent the past few weeks nagging Derek to find a way to let her come and though he’d been hesitant at first, he seemed to understand once she confessed her ulterior motive. “The sketchbook is necessary. It... helps.” She struggled to further explain herself, the words all jumbled in her head-- crammed beside her visions. 

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It’d only been less than an hour since she’d arrived with Derek, but Robin already found herself losing focus and head pounding. There was a reason why she never requested to attend events like this ever-- the sheer immensity of people had her visions bouncing off the walls. Glad that she brought her sketchbook and coloring pencils, she sat herself at a vacant table and set to putting everything on paper. It was the best way she knew to distract herself from them; getting them out rather than keeping them in. 

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brokenxpulse‌:

Amazing. He thought to himself as he felt the Kick enter his system, giving him a euphoric high. He was coping with life’s problems the only way Sentinel Services let him in their clutches- with drugs. His eyes flickered gold for a second, so tempted to use his enhanced powers induced by the drug. At least for Gus, it beat the shitty way he was feeling when he found out about Sonya’s death. 

The event was truly intriguing. With an invitation that Gus concluded was sent by someone with mutant abilities and the real party hidden by an illusion of an abandoned warehouse, it was genius. Whoever was hosting the Halloween party clearly knew what they were doing but it didn’t mean Gus wasn’t watching his back. For all he knew, it could be a way to lure mutants into a feeling of false security before taking them all in for the Hound program or wiping them all out in an instant.

His costume was simple enough. A black leather biker jacket, a plain white tee, and his hair slicked back to represent Danny Zuko in the classic film Grease. With a drink in his hand, his eyes scanned the party, looking for a seemingly friendly face. He approached the other with a small smile on his face with the most basic conversation starting question. “How’s it going?”

How’s it going...?” Robin peered up at Gus as she repeated his question, eyebrows drawn together. “It’s going... it’s going good.” That’s how normal people responded, right? She’d been so wrapped up with drawing in her sketchbook that she hadn’t exactly noticed Gus approaching until he spoke. Not that she would’ve noticed him if she hadn’t been drawing anyways--- with so many people surrounding the vicinity, her visions had been coming at alarming rates and it was almost painful to try to stay focused. Half of her wondered where Derek must have went. 

“How are you?” She responded carefully, before glancing down at her drawing-- vaguely recognizing the scribbles she made as her in her little cat-costume and Gus in his Greaser outfit. She looked back up to him and then back to the drawing. Ah, that must’ve been a prediction of the future then. It was always so hard to tell between past, present, and future these days.  

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𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗  𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬.

She wasn’t too interested in actually dressing up-- @derek-erebus was the one who convinced her to wear the cat ears. 

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That’s not Maia Mitchell it’s Robin Hinton. She’s 22 years old and a Inhuman. She may be  -Indifferent, -Quiet &  -Absentminded but she’s also +Resilient, +Candid, & +Empathetic. She’s fighting for Herself and this is her time.

HISTORY:

Robin Hinton is the inhuman daughter of Charles and Polly Hinton. Her father abandoned her and her mother when she was just 18 months old. He had the ability to predict death upon physical touch and couldn’t bare being unable to hold his daughter without giving her visions of death. Charles died a year later to save Daisy Johnson. 

His family was visited by Daisy shortly after his death and she gifted Robin a wooden carving of a robin bird her father had carved during his absence. Robin often carries it around. 

Around the age of four, Robin underwent her own terrigenesis and was given the gift to see visions of the past, present and future. Due to how strong her gift is, she has no real control over it and often gets lost in her head, frequently confusing what time period she’s in. 

She is generally indifferent to anything happening around her and is rarely talkative. She prefers to communicate through drawings. 

In an alternative timeline that Robin vividly remembers, Melinda May was her adoptive mother. In that timeline, Polly doesn’t make it very far and passes away while Robin is still very young. In aftermath, May ends up taking Robin under her wing and has always been the most patient with Robin and her cryptic visions, as well as the only one not afraid of what she can do. Although the timeline had ultimately been avoided in the end, it is shown with evidence that Robin still remembers everything about their time together and continues to recognize May as her mother. 

CURRENT TIMELINE:

Robin is currently under the custody of The Inner Circle. They have had her since she was 16, shortly after the death of her birth mother. Her powers are valuable to them and though she rarely reveals any information on her own, they regularly analyze her drawings. 

Because there have been people constantly blinking in and out of timelines recently, the future is technically always shifting and changing for Robin now. 

POWERS:

Known as Chrono Vision, Robin has the ability to see the past, present and future. Her visions don’t follow a linear sequence and she is capable of seeing across alternate timelines. She can also sense if any changes to a timeline are made.

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“Past, present, future, it’s all the same to her; all mixed up.”

“I have waited such a long time to see you again.”