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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 1, 2010 20:01:22 GMT -6
The whip again hits her back, the metal studs digging into the cuts. Her voice once again cuts through the air, bringing District Twelve out to see what she is screaming about. Great. An audience. she thinks blearily. The whip continues to strike, and she passes out, hanging from a wooden pole by her arms.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 2, 2010 6:19:44 GMT -6
Robin saw Katniss up on the whipping post and slid stock still to a hault. She heard the guards shouting behind her, but she didn't care. Horror, Rage, and Fear flowed through her.
She tried to take another step forward, to continue her plan... But she stood frozen. Just watching.
Watching.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 2, 2010 6:57:33 GMT -6
The whip continues to lash, opening new sores and deepening existing ones. Katniss floats in and out of consciousness, the pain overwhelming.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 2, 2010 7:11:50 GMT -6
"Katniss..." she choked out. The sight of her friend being whipped made tears whell up in her eyes. And then came the furry. She needed something to... too big for the guards to ignore.
Like a girl from another disrict... with... with a sword.
She dashed forward, pushing through the crowds until she was at the front-- she froze once again at Katniss's bloodied body.
But the guard was too close. She needeed to move...! Racing up onto the podidium, Robin weaved through the posts holding Katniss before racing right around the guard whipping her.
She felt the whip heistitate-- slightly confused. She then removed her weapon. Her secret weapon.
The sword flashed silver in the rain, and the dr4enched girl raised it above her head swung and chopped one of Katniss's restraints.
She felt the whip turn towards her and the guard hollared. She raised her sword to deflect it, it only grazed her face slightly.
No time to cut the other one. She was gone. Hoping... Praying... that they would follow. Or they might not.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 2, 2010 15:14:42 GMT -6
One does. He takes off after Robin, but the other stays, continuing the lashing. By now, Katniss's back is stained red with blood. Vaguely, she sees Robin being chased. But what can she do about it? Once again, she faints.
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Post by Clove Evans on Sept 2, 2010 15:40:01 GMT -6
I was being forced to watch this the whole time. Tears kept falling out of my eyes. "stop.." I kept whispering.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 2, 2010 15:47:07 GMT -6
The whipping begins to slow, the Peacekeeper deciding Katniss has been thoroughly punished. Throughout the whole ordeal, she had not said a word to defend herself. It would have been pointless. The white-clad man slices through her last binding rope. She falls to her knees, and screams to the sky.
Far off in the Meadow, birds take to wing.
Tears stream down her face. She takes a shaky step forward and tumbles off the stage.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 2, 2010 17:23:36 GMT -6
Robin feels tears begin to wheel up in her face as she hears Katniss's screams continue. At least one's following me, She thought miserably. She changed her direction, her breath ragged, towards the fence.
Sliding under the inactive fence, she charges straight into the forest-- and runs.
And runs.
The thing Robin prides herself most in is her gift to be able to run for hours. And hours.
And she does.
Deep into the night.
Dogs.
Peackeepers.
One by one they fall.
Finally, she can't go on.
And she rests, miles away, in a deep black hole.
(Metaphorically and Literally.)
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 2, 2010 19:32:06 GMT -6
Katniss stands, taking her father's jacket from where it lays on the ground. Every step hurts like hell. Somehow, she manages to make it back to her house. She slumps onto her bed.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 2, 2010 19:45:59 GMT -6
Robin dusts herself off, slightly pleased at evading the peacekeepers so easily. She begins to trekk home-- head held high... before catching sight of herself in a small pool of water.
Shaking her head in digust, she finally washes her hair, revealing it to be a chocolate brown as opposed to her dyed light blond.
She gazzes around and finds the plant she was looking for, she mashed the leasves together-- and after a long hour, her hair was stained a midnight black and her eyes a bright green.
She slid bundles of leaves in her shoes, making herself appear much taller than she actually was.
She began to walk. And walk.
Hours later, she arrives back at Katniss house, quietly calling out both Katniss's and Clove's name.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 2, 2010 19:52:08 GMT -6
She rolls over, trying to block out the sounds, the light. It's all too harsh. Too real.
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Post by Clove Evans on Sept 2, 2010 19:58:03 GMT -6
The peacekeepers stand me up. Tears roll down my face.
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Post by Christina Robins on Sept 2, 2010 19:59:31 GMT -6
"Katniss..." I say again, walking into her room. I freeze. "Oh my..." she breaks off, clenching her fists and blinking away tears. "Oh, Katniss... I'm so sorry..." she whispers. "I wasn't good enough..."
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Post by Clove Evans on Sept 2, 2010 20:17:11 GMT -6
They slit my wrists again and blood flows out quickly. I wince in pain an udder a small cry.
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Post by Katniss Hawkings on Sept 3, 2010 6:26:49 GMT -6
"It's not your fault." Her voice is pained, but her words are true. "They would have just done the same to you. I couldn't let that happen." She swallows hard, trying to keep herself from screaming again. "Find Lionel." She might despise his District, the Capitol's lapdog, but the man knows how to treat wounds.
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