Quiet, serene; very unlike the feast he should be at right now. Robin De Noir enjoyed times like these, when he was alone and he could let his thoughts
roam freely and there was no expectations to live up to, no stares filled with poison, no people to please, no angry father, no beatings... I know, it's the 21st century,
surely beatings are a rarety at most, because treating anybody is such manner is repulvive and medieval, right? Aparently not. Well, not for Coeur De Noir, because
he uses beating his students as a regular punishment for his students, but of couse Coeur told them not to utter a word of it to anybody or he would personally- no.
Thinking about that is just depressive. Coeur means well, Robin reminds himself, he only beats people who don't abide by the rules. It's their faults, it's not like his
dad does it for the shits 'n' giggles, it's because the rules are there to help us, and people who don't abide by the rules need to realise that.
Robin was perched is his tree house (ironic), far enough away from his dorm, he felt safer here. It was close enough that he could still get internet connection.
No staff members had found the treehouse yet, and hopefully never will. This was his safehaven. He loved this place so much, he came here for about 2 hours a day,
but he would stay longer if he could. His friends knew of the treehouse. Unlike most occasions, they had never mocked him
about this, only because of the situation he was in when he told them about it:
Three boys were carrying the limp Robin through the corridors, towards his dorm.
"Hey, Birdie boy, stay with us, we're gonna get you patched up as soon as we get you to your bed, do-"
"NO! I-I mean, plea- please don't... my fa-fathhhher will come find me..." He was speaking through his swollen lips "pun'shh me ag'n, ev'n if I didn' do an-thin'. Ta-take me
somewh're safer...TREEHOUSE!" Robin concluded. The others stared blankly at him.
"Where now?" Daniel asked, raising an eyebrow. Robin realised they didn't know of his place of peace. Should he tell them? He didn't want to go anywhere his dad
could find him, and the school creeped him out, with it's castle-like appearance and dark, angry residents. He decided it couldn't get much worse than this so he pointed to
the door. With every ounce of energy he could muster, he pointed the way, because he had first aid kits there and a comfy pile of cushions and covers. Robin complained
continuously throughout the journey, because he was still Robin, no matter hoe bloody he was, his band of friends were not affected by the drawl of Robin's slurred words, because they were used to it.
Soon enough they reached a large oak tree. Robin smiled sleepily. Tam glanced down at him, and smiled too. Tam could understand why all the girls fell for him, as he already had, years ago; He looks so sweet, so innocent, so... corruptible... Tam pushed the thoughts away. Nobody could ever know, ever.
"Here... look behind th' ferns" The Bird-boy nodded at the patch of shrubbery sprouting from the bottom the the trunk. Daniel pushed them aside and smiled. There was a small-ish doorway leading to a hollowed out section with a ladder leaning against the back. The boys, clumsily, climbed up while carrying the broken boy between them. They gaped at the room, but quickly got over it as they placed him on the bed and began too tend to Robin's wounds.
Robin sighed in content. He looked at the time. It was 10:30 at night, it was Monday tomorrow, go figure. He switched off his battery-powered lamp and climbed down the ladder, then ran as fast as he could to get back to his room to try avoid meeting his father walking back fromk the feast, drunk and angry.