almost -| robinsolo postbb day1

robin keeni, district 6

Robin had seen his life flash before his eyes.

Who were they kidding thinking that he had a fighting chance in this arena? Thirty seconds after the cannons sounded, the career pack had enclosed in on a flailing Robin. Desperate to grab any weapons just to be safe, he snatched a fanning key of knives only to be tossed to the ground by the boy from One. The Le Roux, another sibling tribute. So much for legacy kids, huh? In the moments' Robin could find to blink, the image of the larger boys wailing on him was burned into the back of his eyelids. The longer he marched away from the cornucopia, the more vicious the boys were in memory, ganging up over his scrawny body, swinging punches. A boyish Robin curled up in a defensive fetal position defending with his forearms. When the young Izar from Eleven had joined in, it seemed as though that was the end of it for sure.

Robin nursed his broken left arm as he walked, at least it felt as though it was broken. A searing throb raced through his forearm and created a pulsating migraine as he passed through grassy knolls. It hurt to even curl it up in a fist, so much for his precious hands. The classless "Welcome Home" sign of the cornucopia was now a careless illegible scribble in the distance. Robin could see other tributes fanning out across the horizon, the flat landscape of Camp Hunger Games carrying out a pretty good view of everyone, at least in shadow form. Any particularly good archer could probably knock him out but he hadn't seen a bow anywhere. Clipped to the loop of his cargo shorts was the ring of throwing knives he'd grabbed, while one sat clenched in his right hand ready for any sort of tactical invasion at any moment.

Robin had failed in the number one thing Flynn had told him to do, find an alliance. He was a fifteen-year-old boy all alone out in the woods, somehow supposed to make sure that no one came and decided to strangle him in his sleep. In not trusting others, Robin had forgotten the basic nature of the Games themselves - alone only he could keep watch for so long before resigning to sleeps flirtations. If anyone decided to go hunting in the night, if Robin's ears didn't perk up at the slightest sound then - game over. But who was he going to trust? No one asked him to tag along with them. The cliques had seemed to form almost instantaneously, and Robin had never been one to start a conversation, especially not when there had been so much to learn in the last week. Six had the dreaded curse of the middle districts - not high enough to be a career state, but not low enough to bank on the survival skills that are taught naturally through work. It took every effort in the training center just to remember one edible plant from the other.

Robin, who lived in a city based on medicinal studies was not astute in the way of camping or living on the land. Hell, if Six had any forests or hiking trails it was nowhere he'd seen in his short fifteen years. There was no use being in such a sparsely populated space when you were trying to knick money for a meal. The city was more his style anyway, everyone concentrated on themselves, constantly on the move. Hiking trails? Nature? This? The stillness of the arena? Mortifying. Each of his steps crunched and sent shivers up his spine in fear that the sound was a warning of an enemy approaching. The anxiety was near mind-numbing. Each step emitted a new shockwave and with it an accompanying fear. It was a dangerous cycle to commence so early on in the Games, especially all alone.

He kind of beat up a girl today. But she kind of beat him up too. Like they'd tussled for a while, while the other kids were fighting too. That was kind of wild, he'd never been in a fistfight before - clearly. Robin had managed to snatch up some needle and thread while the alliances were scuffling though, a canteen. It felt dumb to say he was proud of what he'd gotten, especially with how dreary and broken his body felt and probably looked, but it was a small success. It showed that Robin was not just a shadow replacement for Flynn, a character to knock off at the start. He was his own person, and the Capitol would put respect on the name Robin Keeni.

Hopefully.



[robin collects trail mix (food) + 3 iodine tablets]
[robin does first aid -3, uses needle + thread -5 (one use)]
[robin heading elsewhere now yo]