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[center][color=PowderBlue][h1]Crispin Lincoln[/h1]
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[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Katherin Drake [@KatherinWinter].[/sup]
[h3]-Son of Killer Frost and Mr. Freeze-[/h3][/color][/center]
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Hefting the weight of his backpack to his opposite shoulder, Crispin took in a deep breath and began the short walk to the one place he knew could help to change his life. The academy was supposed to be where people with abilities and talents of all kinds could live together and learn more about themselves - a school - a safe haven from the abuse he had endured for the duration of his life. It was his escape.

The bus ride there had been... different to say the least. It was his first time interacting with people outside of the prison that was the Penguin's home. When he had decided to run away, Crispin literally grabbed what clothing he could see laying on his bed, stuffed it into an old, plastic bag, and took off. He didn't even think about the "normal" people he would be encountering in the outside world. He didn't even stop to think that in his heightened emotional state, what his powers could do.

The bus driver asked him for his money, and Crispin just stood there. He was so unprepared. Money he knew - he used it every day working at the Iceberg Lounge. But he never actually [i]needed[/i] it for himself. The man behind him waiting began to yell and a baby began to cry somewhere. He literally froze, his powers manifesting so quick that he hadn't even realized a protective layer of ice had encased his entire flesh, forcing his clothes to stretch and even rip in a few places. It was when he became aware that things really started to get bad. The entire bus began to drop in temperature, and by the time everyone on the bus had an idea that something was wrong, it was too late.

Crispin stared on as the entire bus and it's occupants became a sculpture of ice. The only thing he could do then was to chisel away some of the occupants personal belongings (such as a backpack and a few purses) and leave before he hurt anyone else. He wasn't sure if he had killed them, or not - he just hoped that the sooner he left, perhaps the quicker the ice would melt, saving them. And now he had money. So after running a good few blocks (leaving a trail of ice behind him), Crispin took down an alley where he could calm down, get his powers back under control, and tried the next bus.

The trip took a few days, the boy having to change buses four different times before he managed to get to the location he had heard so much about. He kept to himself the entire time, only exchanging words with a woman at a clothing store when he asked for help finding something in his size. It had been the last of the money from the purses (which he had dumped long ago), so everything after that had been stolen.

But it was all worth it in the end - he was finally here. He had been standing outside the gate for the better part of three hours, knees trembling and heart racing as the realization of what he had just done began to sink into his mind. No doubt his mother would come looking for him. He just hoped that in this school of heroes and villains, [i]someone[/i] would be stronger than her, and hoped to God that they were on his side.

The closer to the school he got, the more populated it seemed to get. There were so many students of race, gender, height, size and age he didn't even know where to begin with his people watching. He could feel the heat around him being absorbed - a trait he simply could not help. He hadn't noticed it in the Iceberg Lounge simply because the Penguin usually kept it at subzero temperatures anyway, but now that he had been on the "outside" for a few days, it was something he couldn't help [i]but[/i] to notice. He couldn't make contact - even just a [i]bump[/i] would make anyone with heat in their bodies feel the sting of cold, so he stuck to the outskirts as much as he possibly could, maneuvering away from people as they came and went around him.

But then there was the familiar feeling of cold - a cold that was not his own. Finding a nearby bench, Crispin sat his things down next to him (as to occupy the seat) and looked around, spotting a young woman with alarmingly bright red hair. She seemed to not know what it was that she was supposed to do and her body language suggested that she might have even felt scared.

Crispin tilted his head, silently observing. Was it possible that she was like him? He didn't dare find out on his own - what if he was wrong? His mother had no problems in touching him - she beat him enough - but if this girl was like him... perhaps she was afraid of hurting people too.