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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 8, 2010 15:44:51 GMT -6
Several Weeks Ago
Robin looked around Katniss's house, it was dark, and no one was here. It was silent and peaceful.
Biting her bottom lip, Robin sighed. It was quiet. Too quiet. For all she knew, she could be dead in an hour.
She loved living with Katniss-- it was, what she called, her home. She vaguely wondered how Ashley was doing, how she was holding up the part.
Was she still alive?
Robin pushed that thought away-- but it lingered in the back of her mind.
Did anyone here know anything about her, about her history?
No.
And she was glad about that.
But... when Raymond died, Robin had regretted never asking anything about his life. She regretted how she knew nothing about her.
If Robin died, would Katniss... Clove... Lionel... feel the same? How would Ashley ever know if Robin was alive or not?
She had to tell.
Hours later, Robin pushed away the letter she had written. It was lengthy, and elaborate. Detailing every moment since her life had turned upside down.
Lifting up an old board in the kitchen, Robin slid the letter under and carved a tiny robin into the board.
Someone would find it.
Eventually.
Taking another piece of paper, Robin slipped it into her pocket. It was a clue.
"If you've found this it means I either dead, or I know I'm dying and I've given it to you. Accept it, and please don't greive. I don't want to be remembered in grief. My history, my life, my family, is vague. Keep my memory living, by finding the note where the robin lays. Tell the world my story, don't keep it hidden-- be the fire that sparks the world to listen."
Katniss would understand, peacekeepers would not.
Robin smiled faintly.
Even if she was killed, her memory would be preserved.
Long after her death.[/i]
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 8, 2010 18:51:37 GMT -6
Present Day
Her eyes are still clouded with grief as she slips into the room. She sees, for the first time, the small robin engraved in the floorboards. Bending down, she scrabbles weakly at the wood.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 8, 2010 18:58:51 GMT -6
Several Weeks Ago
Would she find it? Robin was on her knees, looking down at the small wooden carving.
It was a robin, perched on a branch, it's wings spread out in flight. Next to it, on a branch were two small girls. Identical-- down to the features in their smiles. Ashley, and herself. Twins.
Above their heads were stars-- billions of them. And the constellation Gemini stood out amoung them.
Robin was shocked by how much story was in that tiny picture.
"Will you?" she asked the two, happy girls. "What... what will happen if I die? Who... will...." She broke of... saddened by what she knows what will happen to Katniss.
The picture continued to play-- the girls talking and laughing, the robin chirping lively, the stars glistening.
Unable to look at it anymore, Robin lifted the board and pulled out the letter. She found another peice of paper and began to write. More emotion.
More sadness.
More truth.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 9, 2010 6:45:47 GMT -6
Present Day
She finally pries up the board, and sees the letter. And then the other one. She pulls them out and rips them open.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 9, 2010 6:53:27 GMT -6
Letter One
My full name is Christina Ann Robins.
I am 12 years old
I attend school...
I secretly had practiced swordsmanship, with...
Trent, who I once called my friend.
Raymond, my final mentor.
And... Ashley, my twin sister.
Now dont get me wrong, there was only supposed to be one of us. So my mother hid Ashley, and reported that only one has surrived.
To protect us from the reaping.
As the years went by, we swapped places. One of us, hiding in the house or the woods while the other spent the day normally.
It was hard-- but it was okay.
Until I met Trent.
The events I went through....
It ended up just me, going on this misson. And I ended up meeting you, Katniss, Lionel, Clove...
But then, I died. Or at least-- I think I have based on how you've found these letters.
So I left my story here.
Please don't let my memory fade...
And please, please, find the Gemini.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 9, 2010 19:29:51 GMT -6
"I will." she whispers, calling out to Robin's spirit that seems to linger in the paper. She tugs open the other letter.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 10, 2010 6:19:59 GMT -6
Dear.... Hopefully a Friend of Mine,
I decided to write my life, my story, the moment things started going haywire. Seriously haywire. Maybe It'll explain some things... maybe not. But'll help me, and my councious. You don't have to read it, for I tell you-- not every moment is going to be a happy one. But I'll write m story, from third-person.
Thank you-- for even taking the time to read this paragraph.
Robin walked tenderly into the falling down barn on the edge of the district. She gripped her fencing rod lightly, prepared to shift from hand to hand if necessary. Her long curly brown hair floated behind her as she cautiously, but quickly took each step-- her light gray eyes scanning the floor of the barn for snares.
It wasn't above Trent to attack her randomly.
A subtle rustling in a large pile of disgusting looking hay made Robin's head jerk to the side in a bird-like fashion. The noise automatically set her into a fighting stance.
"En Gard, my friend..." She whispered to herself, taking a step forward-- ears pricked.
After turning to the side and stepping forward, her bare feet sensed an awkward vibration in the floor behind her, quick and light-- an obviously in attack mode. Her keen ears heard quick scuffling behind her, and a whoosh of air against staff told Robin everything that she needed to know.
Wheeling around, just in time, Robin raised her sturdy but light staff upward to block the blow.
Trent's mischievous face bounced above her as the blow and strain of impact slowly dragged the girl to her knees. She gasped at the force of the staff and closed her eyes, mind whirling.
She only had a few moments before she couldn't hold it anymore and fall. So she had to...
Robin grunted as she released Trent's wooden practice staff and dodged the attack. She moved her leg upward at blinding speed and delivered a painful and powerful kick as she slammed him as hard as she could in the knees. She heard him let out a gasp of pain and smiled; it was surprisingly satisfying.
She rolled to the side to get behind him but let out a screech as his signature kick came crashing down on-top of her. He had predicted she'd roll next, and she should've known to feint. Robin her roll was stopped and she was sent flying backward into the barn walls.
With a crack, the age-old barn walls shuddered against the sudden, light, weight.
Only for a heartbeat she was laying sprawled on the floor, she instantly twitched as she leaped to her feet, fist curled firmly around her staff and muscles aching.
He rushed her, staff held high above his surprisingly serious face, and she rushed to meet him with her own staff in a smiler position.
There was a dull clang as wood met wood and the two friends engaged in a deep combat.
Robin wheezed as his fist came around about and met her shoulder, but she retaliated with a sharp jab of her staff into his now exposed side.
She ducked as his staff made a wide swing and lifted up her own to block his counter-attack.
The girl bunched up her muscles and leaped upward, bringing her staff down upon his head hard. He blocked it however, and Robin found herself struggling to hold onto her own defense as he whirled the two staffs around at a blinding speed.
Panicking, Robin's grip on her own staff loosened for a millisecond. Trent wasted no time in thrusting his staff into her hand, prying it open and sending her own staff flying off into the distance.
Staring momentarily after it, Robin gawked-- realizing her only defense was gone.
Or was it?
Robin grunted as she punched and kicked outward, Trent reflecting them with a coy smile on his face-- but it slowly turned to wonder as her kicks and punches grew faster and more vicious.
Finally, he managed to get in a kick. Sending her away with a screech. Rolling shakily to her feet, she grabbed a wooden plank, using it as a shield as his staff came crashing down.
The plank shattered in her hands and Robin let out a moan as splitters attacked her face, and hands ruthlessly.
But it was better than a blow to the head.
Trent retaliated as the twelve-year old's plank tore his staff in two with a clean blow. Dropping the staff as if it were on fire, he leaped away-- only somewhat gracefully.
In a flash, Robin was on those pieces, taking one in each hand. As Trent stumbled away, she was in a cat-like crouch in an instant. Keeping her legs tense, she prepared to pounce-- two dagger like staffs in hand, as the figure of her best-friend staggered off the floor.
"All-right...! All-right...!" He moaned, clutching his stomach and raising his hands in a obvious sign of peace. "You're proved your worth..."
"Yes, Yes I have," she said smugly- folding her arms and twirling the dagger in between her fingers-- sending them straight into her pocket. She then looked down at her hands and began to pull splinters out of her flesh, grimacing.
"And that you are ready." Robin head jerked up.
The sunlight of the morn, faded through the cracked barn walls sending a beam of sunlight onto his set face.
Trent was a tall teenager, 18 years of age. He had shaggy brown hair that usually was never groomed well-- and Robin often complained, jokingly, about how being with him set a shadow of mess across her.
It was true-- she often was covered in mud, hair messy and tangled like thorns from his intense training.
She cocked her head, looking at his serious face curiously. "Ready?" she echoed.
"Yes. I believe you are," A new voice had joined the conversation, making Robin jerk and twirl around in defense mode.
A tall, older man, with slightly graying hair had emerged from behind several piles of hay, giving her a slight nod of acknowlagement... and prehaps, approval? She gawked at him, how had she missed him?
Robin shot a panicked look over to her friend, but he gave her a glance with a steely glint in his eyes. Stand down.
Robin looked the man up and down suspiciously, it didn't look like the man had any weapons, but Robin had learned more than once (which was one time too many) to never let your guard down.
Weapons can be as small as a pinpoint, or as large as a skyscraper.
Robin took a tiny half step back before giving the older man a guarded... return nod.
She was extremely surprised when his serious set face transformed into a small, half-smile. "You taught her well," he chuckled, as he gave another tiny approving nod.
What?! Her mind whirled and she staggered backwards.
"How does he know--?!" Robin cried, her voice was lined with surprise.
"Christina."
The girl's mouth snapped shut, Trent's stern, unspoken command stopping her immediately. Another harsh lesson learned ages ago.
He however, was the practically the only one alive who called her Christina. That, and her mother. Robin was a nickname-- and the girl found it much more suited to her than Christina.
But, Trent, however, had a very good reason for calling her Christina.
"Where is the other one?" The older man spoke again, glancing around.
Ashley.
Robin's twin.
The page ends here, and the story starts up on another page-- like a new chapter.
Robin's heart was fluttering a mile a minute. Trent had obviously told this man everything, especially her deepest secret.
That she had a twin.
You see, when Robin's mother had given birth-- she had sub-counciously made a descion. Her older brother had died in the games and she wanted to protect us as much as possible.
She told the peacekeepers that only one had survived.
Of course, two had.
Ashley, Robin's sister, had lived in hiding most of her life. Robin, who's real name was Christina, had went to school and done normal stuff.
But as soon as Ashley was old enough to act-- and could act well, they started switching off on going to school. Acting that there was only one, they were quite identical in appearence.
And quite similar in personality.
Not identical, but enough to drive the other person crazy.
But when Trent had started teaching Christina Robins, there grew a trust so deep between the three (or as Trent thought, the two), that one day Ashley and Robin ambushed him.
As twins.
He had laughed for the longest time, and they couldn't get him to stop. Finally, they just joined in, and a laughing fest started for nearly an hour in all.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 10, 2010 6:34:34 GMT -6
"The Gemini." she breathes. "The Twin."
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 10, 2010 18:21:53 GMT -6
"So you're twins?" He had cried, whiping a happy tear from his eye, still chuckling. "Both of you seemed forgetful... but I didn't put two and two together."
"Yep!" Ashley.
"Yes." Christna
(UNDER COSTRUCTION)
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