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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 14:56:06 GMT -6
She walks back to the fence, along with her 'sister'. Things were going to be… different… around here.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 15:06:15 GMT -6
She slid under the fence. What was... Prim like? Did she have lots of friends? Was Robin anything like her? Was she shy? Or outgoing? Robin walked in silence, her head whirling with questions.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 15:08:07 GMT -6
She stoops and ducks under the fence.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 15:10:42 GMT -6
"Katniss...?" She asked, staring up at her 'older sister.'
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 15:12:26 GMT -6
"Yes, Rob- uh, Prim?" She looks down at the younger girl.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 15:13:46 GMT -6
"How did, Pri- er, I die? How did everyone think I died? Was I sick?"
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 15:15:59 GMT -6
"No one knows you died. I told people you got lost, out in the Meadow. I didn't wan't to face the truth. The Capitol sent down a parachute, sent for a traitor, escaped. Prim found it. She opened it. It exploded. She died." Her shoulders sag.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 15:19:28 GMT -6
"But I'm back..." se said softly, looking down at her hands. "Did I have many friends...?"
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 15:20:49 GMT -6
"Everyone loved you. The baker would often give us fresh bread, just for you. You had a lot of friends in school."
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 15:23:31 GMT -6
"Will they know that I've changed," she asked, keeping her voice conversational and light-- in case of listening ears.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 15:25:17 GMT -6
"I doubt it." she lowers her voice, placing her head next to Robin's ear. "Just act innocent. Don't fight. She couldn't hurt a fly without crying for hours."
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 15:31:50 GMT -6
She snorted, stiffling a laugh. This was going to be fairly hard. When Robin was injured, she would be a terrified rabbit-- but be as vcious as a grizzly, lashing out at anyone or anything. She understood Prim though, that was what she was like before Ashley, her now dead sister, was born.
After that, she learned to fight-- to protect herself and her family.
Although she was free to become herself again... Robin would not let her swordmanship dull.
"Okay... I just hope they understand..." she murmered.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 15:32:44 GMT -6
She smiles. "Ready to go home?"
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 4, 2010 15:34:54 GMT -6
"Of course."
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 4, 2010 15:36:15 GMT -6
She leads the way, until the two stand at the front door. She pushes it open, steps inside.
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