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[center][color=PowderBlue][h1]Crispin Lincoln[/h1]
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[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] No one.[/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. But more than that, a safe haven from the abuse he had endured for the duration of his life. It was finally his escape.

The bus ride there had been... difficult, to say the least. It was his first time interacting with people outside of the prison that was the Penguin's home; the Iceberg Lounge, more specifically. 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 stop to think about the "normal" people he would be encountering in the outside world. Crispin hadn’t met very “normal” people. And he didn't stop to think that in his heightened emotional state, what his powers could do to these “normal” people. It was possible he had simply chosen to block the thought from his mind. He had been traumatized by his own actions. Actions he wanted to forget...

The bus driver had asked him for his money, and Crispin just stood there, blinking his bright blue eyes.. Money he knew - he used it every day working at the Iceberg Lounge. But he never actually [i]needed[/i] it for himself. Another thing he had been incredibly unprepared for. The man waiting behind him began to yell and a baby started to cry somewhere nearby. 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. He panicked. The entire bus began to drop in temperature, and by the time everyone on the bus had realized that something was terribly wrong, it was too late.

Crispin stared on as the entire bus and the occupants inside and immediately outside became a sculpture of ice. The only thing he could do then was to chisel away some of the riders’ 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 some 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). Everything after that point had to be 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. And if he was [i]really[/i] lucky… she wouldn’t bring the Penguin.

The closer to the school he got, the more populated it seemed to grow. There were so many students of various races, genders, heights, sizes and ages 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 where the sun could shine down on his pale skin, 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. Memories of what he had done began to come back to him, making the boy even more careful as to not touch anyone, which he realized would become quite the task in the sea of people starting to form.


Maybe he just needed to sit down. Yes… if he wasn’t moving, then he couldn’t touch anyone. All he would have to worry about was people touching him. So Crispin wandered off a small ways and took up a bench to sit down on, despite having grown rather tired of sitting. He sat his belongings down next to him on the bench, as to occupy the empty seat, and looked around observing all the people as the bustled around.