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Robyn sat silently with her back against a cushioned carriage seat, one hand resting on the regal fabric of the cushion, the other resting on her leather messenger bag. She tucked a few dark raven-coloured strands of hair behind her ears, her eyes scanning the carriage to see a number of different students - some looking like they're about to burst at the seams with anxiety, others looking curious and eager, and some looking rather shifty. Robyn put a hand below her lip, feeling the grazed cut that she had been graciously given by a ruffian she'd 
rough-housed with in an alleyway behind her old school. It gave a dull sting when she touched it.

She realised that she probably looked a little shifty herself, with a graze below her lip and a bandage patched across her nose, along with her peculiar crimson eyes. Sinking slightly into the edge of the seat against the window, Robyn opened her leather bag, digging through it for her phone, which happened to be within the midst of a pack of cigarettes and headphones. She took the opportunity to take out her phone and heaphones, but paused and considered whether taking out a smoke before she even arrived at school would leave a good impression on any of the students she would soon call her classmates. Robyn slipped the headphones into her ears and scrolled languidly through playlists.

The carriage must have rolled over a speed breaker, because she sprung up out of her seat slightly as the carriage jolted. 
Her finger slipped, and her phone began playing through smooth jazz playlists, but she decided that there was never a bad time for jazz, and laid back against the oak wood of the carriage seat with a lengthy yawn and an apathetic expression on her face. She tried to avoid too much eye contact with the eccentric crowd around her, and shut her eyelids.