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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 13:05:47 GMT -6
Robin sat at Katniss's kitchen table, staring down at her hands. She takes out a peice of paper from her jacket pocket and places it on the table.
Dear Katniss,
I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I can't stand being here and putting you in danger. If you had known what has happened to me, in my past... you wol would know how much I really do want to stay here... But I can't.
I really can't I'm sorry.
I need to know, I have to see if Rachel is still alive, I'm sorry. You don't know how much I want to stay. I really do want you to understand, so I've written my story and burried it in the meadow. You'll find it where the robin's lay. (Building Backstory)
So maybe... one day, I'll see you again. I just hope it's not in the arena.
Because... all good things... must come to an end.
~Robin
Robin took a deep breath and walked out of the house, heading for the meadow.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 13:09:12 GMT -6
She stretches, yawning, and walks out of the bedroom. She sees the note, and scans it quickly. "Robin…" she whispers. The door hangs open. She runs out, and sees the younger girl disappearing around a corner.
"Robin!" she calls, dashing after her friend.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 13:14:52 GMT -6
She thought she heard someone calling her name and flinched, she picked up the pace and pretened she didn't hear, crawling under the electric fence.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 13:21:11 GMT -6
"Robin!" Her cry rings out, and her feet fly over the cobblestones. She rolls under the fence, just in time. "Robin, listen to me. Please."
"You have to stay. You wont make halfway to Nine. The Capitol doesn't like losing. They will find you. You can be sure of that." She stops moving, her feet planted solidly in the ground. "I can't let you go. I can't let you kill yourself."
"What if nothing is left? Then what? Are you just going to go to the Community Home? Just give up?" The question hangs in the air for some time.
"If I've learned anything about you, it's that you're a fighter. But this--" She spreads her hands, indicating right here, right now-- Robin's desperate flight through the Meadow. "This is just cowardly. Maybe I was wrong about you."
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 13:31:45 GMT -6
She knows Katniss is trying to get her angry, to get her to stop and think, but she can't help herself-- a fire ignites within her.
"Cowardly?! I've made it this far, havn't I? I can do it again! I'll go live with my aunt... I have to know if Rachel is dead or not! I... I've been taught to surrvive by the greatest swordsman of all time! I-I..." She breaks off, infurated that Katniss doesn't see...
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 13:36:27 GMT -6
"You almost died the first time, in case you've forgotten. I'm the one that saved you. But I won't be there when you need me. You'll die alone. Away from everyone that cares about you." She shakes her head slowly, sadly. "You don't understand. A sword won't save you from the Capitol. You would be dead twice before the blade was even out. Dead twice again before you hit the ground."
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 13:42:14 GMT -6
She lowers her head, "Well, what am I supposed to do?! I can't stay here!"
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 13:51:58 GMT -6
"Yes, you can." The resemblance between Robin and Prim is striking. Robin could even pass for her sister, without much work. It would just take some doing to convince the younger girl.
"You could be Prim. My sister. She died recently. She was your age."
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 13:53:31 GMT -6
She hesitated, It was almost too good to be true. "I-I don't know... Do I even look like her?" (So you're comming at 4:00 tom.?)
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 14:00:04 GMT -6
(Yes. Yes, I am.)
"Remarkably so." She pulls a photograph out of her pocket, one folded and unfolded so many times that the paper is soft. "It's her." Her voice is soft, sad. Lonely.
The girl in the picture has shoulder-length brown hair, with a slight curl to it. Her eyes are light, almost blue.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 14:18:03 GMT -6
"Wow..." She breathed, staring down at the picture. She suddenly looked sad. "She was really young, wasn't she?"
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 14:30:27 GMT -6
"Your age. She would have turned eleven in June." The tears start to build in her eyes. No. Not again. Not here. Not now. Not ever.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 14:35:24 GMT -6
"Okay..." she whispers. "I... If you think we can do it... I know... I know I'll never take her place, I won't even try. But I'll do my best..."
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 14:36:50 GMT -6
A smile grows across her face. "Thank you." she whispers, and hold out her hand. "Come on. Let's go home."
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 14:44:14 GMT -6
She hesitates, then grasps it-- the hole in her heart gone.
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