take two! /robin/

[Kinkade Cymir Malixi]

KINKADE
_{she lost all track of time
and burnt the cake
and every smoke detector
in the house was goin' off}

Squirrel! The squeak of a noise coming from Kinkade as he dived toward the squirrel was something to behold- it wasn't a common sound for the teen. Now, the groaning as he rolled over and rubbed his now-sore-chest was a bit more common.

"Little madame, my squirrel friend, don't hurt me. I think I have candy. Do you eat cheerios? Shiloh gave me cheerios. Here!

[/color]"Kinkade seemed to forget, rather suddenly, that he was in pain. He sat up and pulled from his jeans' pocket a sandwich bag full of cheerios. Squirrels liked them, right? He sure didn't. Not now. He dug into the bag, getting five small rings into his hand before holding it out, his hand laying against the ground."Please, Mrs. Squirrely-D, will you trust me?[/color]"

Was it odd that the boy was radiating a sense of calmness, hoping the animal would tune into it and trust him? Well, if you knew Kinkade then it was not odd at all. It seemed like a brilliant plan of action! So, why wasn't that squirrel nearing? The teenager was a bit foolish to be worrying about the squirrel, though. Two minutes ago he'd officially decided he was lost. Hopelessly, confusedly lost. This was only a problem because he had said he knew the forest like the back of his hand. Now? Now he was looking around, wishing there was more light. And, of course, trying to coax a squirrel into his waiting hands. Nice, Kins. Way to prioritize.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Christina Ann Robins]

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"Birds are cool. They can fly, soar, and lay, well, eggs. But we humans seem to forget that most birds have a beak for killing and talons that can leave deep marks."

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Nearly fifty feet in the air, and twenty feet to the left, Robin watched silently. Seeing signs off life was comforting-- considering she herself had decided upon her lostness several hours ago, yet no matter how high she climbed-- Robin still couldn't see any signs off the town or school. Worry.

Seeing the boy react like a dog made her both laugh and sigh from her position in the tree. If this boy was her last hope-- woosh! Robin ran across the treetops, feet balencing on the tips of the thinnest branches. Whhooftpt! The next tree over's toppest branches shook from the impact of Robin's leap. Then she was gone, already in the next pine, fingers curling around a rouge branch as she leapt both down and across. Her fingers stained with sap, and her loose curly blond hair was littered with pine nettles, but all was well-- because she was in the sky.

Before she knew it, Robin was a mere ten feet above the boy's head, dead quiet and still. If it werent for her billowy white shirt, and her black sneakers-- you may not have even been able to notice her at all. And she stood, perched, waiting. Thinking. Unsure of what to do. Should she just drop down with a simple, 'hey?' or call him from up above or---

CRACK!

Crud.

Down she fell, handing sorely on her back, hair and limb sprawled out-- all the breath knocked out of her. So much for a graceful entrance.

(Can you tell which animal I based Robin off of? XD )

[Kinkade Cymir Malixi]

KINKADE
_{she lost all track of time
and burnt the cake
and every smoke detector
in the house was goin' off}

Patience. Patience. Somehow, the word being repeated over and over in his head helped him with his resolve. And he was being still! Perfectly still, hardly willing to blink lest the squirrel be frightened by it. And the squirrel did appear!... running across the expanse of two trees about five feet in front of him. Well, it might not be the same squirrel, but he would forever consider any squirrel in visible sight as his Delilah.

Suddenly, the crack. What? He was just about to look up (which was awkward laying on his stomach with his arm outstretched) when the wooshing sound started. Then, quickly following was the thud. Rather than jumping up instantly in a defensive position, Kinkade pushed himself up to his feet and moved to the fallen creature- oh, human! brilliant!- to check it's status.

"Well, hello. I was lost, but I wasn't expecting a guardian angel so soon... Fallen angel. You're still good for the guarding humans thing, though, right? Making my life bearable, you know...

[/color]"Kinkade questioned. He wasn't laughing, but he was trying to be funny. It wasn't really effective when his expression showed surprise and concern for her. "Are you okay, angel?[/color]" Kinkade knelt down, pressing his fingers to the back of her wrist to feel for a pulse. When he felt it, he smiled as if it were some sort of brilliant discovery and entirely not completely obvious. But, hey! One had to make sure she wasn't really an angel. Why he assumed angels didn't have pulses was unexplainable.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Christina Ann Robins]

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"Man find's their bravery in the light. In the dark, friend desert friend, brother turn on brother; as you huddle by a fire, you can only pray for morning."

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She had fallen. Out of a tree. This simply wasn't possible! The last time she had fallen was ages ago, years maybe! (a slight exaggeration) Robin was so irritated at herself that she had fallen, she almost wanted to-- wait, why was her arm in the air?

Robin blinked and restrained herself from lashing out with... Something. She didn't know exactly what-- so she improvised.

Jerking her arm away, from the new person, Robin sat up, glaring at the dimming night that streaked through the tree's broken branch that had deceived her so. All she was, at the moment, was ticked-- and it took a surprising amount of self control to keep herself from leaping to her feet, scaling the tree and doing to jump right this time. Instead, the girl however glanced up at the boy who had been holding her arm. The blond opened her mouth once, twice, then swallowed and said tackily, "I meant to um, do that."

Okay, so maybe that wasn't the most literate reply, but it was the best she could come up with at the time. Robin leapt to her feet, shaking some stray leaves from her hair. Tentatively, she glanced again the the kid, maybe a year or two older than her-- not sure how'd he react, as she almost just fell ontop of him. "You don't have to say anything. I'm sorry, but if you could just point me in the direction to the trail...?"

[Kinkade Cymir Malixi]

KINKADE
_{she lost all track of time
and burnt the cake
and every smoke detector
in the house was goin' off}

When the arm was jerked away from him, he looked more startled than he should have. And when the startled look needed to change a few seconds later, he looked almost hurt, like she'd injured him by pulling away. Well. Fine. He didn't want to associate with a squirrel scarer anyway. When she assured him that she meant to do what she'd just done, he nodded solemnly, not even close to cracking a smile.

"I know.

[/color]"Kinkade agreed. He didn't mind that it may not have been a perfect sentence; it was fine by him. When she got up, he leaned back a bit so he could look up at her, still on his knees. Her examination of him after she was up earned her a playful grin, as though he were proud to earn a second glance from her. His expression fell, however, when she said he didn't have to say anything. What? Don't talk? What was her problem? Like a puppy that was just kicked, his mood was suddenly sullen. He stood up now, ruffling the hair at the back of his head. Why her simple, innocent words seemed to effect him so had nothing to do with past experiences or any trama- he was just sensitive... sometimes. And then, it occured to him that the whole world didn't stop just because she said something he didn't like. She'd said more. Now, what was it? His eyes lit up, the sadness disapearing instantly for thoughtfulness; ah, the transitions of an empath. What, what, what was said? He had to think hard about this. It took several seconds for him before he did realize that- hey- he had heard what was said.

"Sorry? Don't be sorry. Never sorry.[/color]"Now, he'd said that before. Funnily enough, he said sorry often so it was kind of hypocritical. But, in his defense, he usually did need to say sorry. Everyone else (especially to him) usually said it without necessity.

"Which trail?[/color]"Kinkade responded smartly, before going on without needing to be scolded."You're my guardian angel. If I knew the way out, I wouldn't need you. Not that I would mind your company then. It was getting kind of lonely. And Delilah left me.[/color]"[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Christina Ann Robins]

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"It's fate that decides why things happen. But fate loves irony. It will be the bird that falls, the fish that drowns, the dog that gives up, the horse who's spirit break, and the bear who looses the battle."

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His mood changed quite quickly, many times. Slightly guilty, Robin watched him hopefully, head tilted the side. Sure, she liked the wilderness, but not for more than several hours at a time. But when his reply finally came-- it was definitely not what she expected.

Not be sorry? But she had to be! Was she not supposed to be sorry when she stepped on her dog's tail, or not be sorry when her sister asked for help on her homework-- and Robin didn't know how to do it? Was she not supposed to be sorry when she had obviously hurt this boy?

At first rendered speechless, her thoughts turned into dismay as Robin realized that he didn't know the way out. This was not good, very not good. The girl didn't care that her last sentence was a double negative-- she was lost. No food, no water, and no idea where she was going, and something about her being a guardian angel? Angels don't fall out of trees. Finally, the sheer absurdity of it all caused Robin to burst into a spontaneous grin. "Well, you have a strange optimism about our situation. I'm afraid though, I probably won't be much help. Aren't you worried at all?"

[Kinkade Cymir Malixi]

KINKADE
_{she lost all track of time
and burnt the cake
and every smoke detector
in the house was goin' off}

"Worried? Why? I'm an empath; I'll just be happy for a second- you know, fake it, and then in that instant, I'll make everyone else happy, and then when I'm done and back to being sad, those around me will still be happy so I'll be happy again. It's infectious. One smile, one warm fuzzy feeling, and people hold onto it. That's what I love about people.

[/b]"Kinkade explained. Philosophy of Kade. But it was only fair to let her know that her emotions were not private when he was around. It was better she know now rather than finding out later and being upset.

"Are you worried? Because you shouldn't be. I'll get you out of here. Promise. Watch and see. I grew up in these woods![/b]"Kinkade was so proud of his statement that it took him a good three seconds before he realized he'd said something foolish. Grew up in the woods? What? He wasn't George of the Jungle or Tarzan or that strange guy who ended up in the city in that one movie. No, he was a normal, healthy, rightly raised kid. Better let her know.

"I mean, I wasn't raised in the woods. My father has a house. Well, a school provided flat. But I grew up there when I wasn't in Scotland. Not here. I just played here when I was little. I used to know it like the back of my hand! ... This spot must be right,[/b]" Kinkade lifted his hand and pointed to the center of the back of his hand as proof.

"There. I bet if we think back to that game- what was it, uhm, Zelda? Where you got stuck in the forest at the very beginning and had to find that little girl? I never could...[/color]"

... Maybe this was just payback for her saying he shouldn't talk. Whatever it was, it was something of a miracle that the youth trailed off, now trying to think back to the video game he could never quite master.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Christina Ann Robins]

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"You have taken my trust. And I can't exactly go marching across the yard and ask for it back. I guess you'll keep my trust for me.

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Empath... The word felt strange on her tongue. But he talked about emotions, influencing them, something about-- "Is that what we're called?" She asked softly, rubbing her left hand with the other. Quit suddenly, it curled into a fist and dropped by her side. "Emotion sensers are called, Empaths?"

And he was talking, rambling, and all Robin could do is just stand there and laugh quietly. "I sure hope you know what you're talking about, 'cause," she raised an arm and seemed t trace the outline of the sky. "It's getting darker by the second. And at night..." Robin trailed off, shifting from one foot to the other, thinking about what types of animals lived on the island.

She had never played Zelda, the closest she had ever come to was paying brawl as the character Zelda. With chills, Robin wondered what ever happened to the girl in the game.

[Kinkade Cymir Malixi]

KINKADE
_{she lost all track of time
and burnt the cake
and every smoke detector
in the house was goin' off}

"What? Empath? No. They call me Kinkade. Or Kade. Or Kins. Or- ... yeah, I guess empaths sense emotions. Anyone that has anything at all to do with emotions is kind of an empath as far as most people are concerned. But I've petitioned for distinction- I know the Founder, you know. It's not catching on. But just you wait.

[/b]" Kinkade was, again, being funny. Well, not that funny. But he was trying. Now that he'd thought of it- of thinking of an alternative name for his particular power- it was actually a tempting idea. He didn't try to think of potential names right now, though. Instead, he grinned.

"Aw, really. Don't be scared. How can an animal attack a pair of happy teenagers? I'll just be really cheerful, then I'll project the emotion, and bam! No more fear. Just, 'let's party with Mr. Bear!'[/b]" Kinkade's happy joking expression became one of shock the moment he stopped speaking. Oops. He hadn't meant to say that! That wasn't funny. Now, much more subdued, the boy tried again.

"I didn't mean that. Don't worry. It'll be fine. I know the way- it's this way, okay?[/b]"Kinkade reassured, gesturing in a random direction. He was so turned around he didn't know what way was north, but he did know that if you walked long enough in one direction, you were bound to reach it's edge, especially on an island.

"Let's go, angel.[/color]"Kinkade began walking in the direction he'd gestured, seeming more confident than he was feeling right then. His tone was still subdued; he still felt bad. But, to keep the mood light, he added,"I do get bonus points with your boss if I figure out this puzzle, don't I?[/color]"[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Christina Ann Robins]

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Every wall is a door.

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"Well, nice to meet you Mr. Kindake/Kin/Kade, sir," Robin said, looking amused as she began to follow Kin in the hopefully correct direction toward the school grounds. Well, house. They were already on the grounds just by being on the island. "But you needn't worry, I find you very unique."

On his next comment, Robin cringed. Okay, sure-- Kin here would be safe. She wondered if he meant they wouldn't be scared, or if the bear wouldn't be scared. Even then-- either wouldn't stop a bear from charging to protect her cubs. He looked... somewhat, confident of his powess so they'd probably be fine.

...probably.

Then they were walking, and Kin was saying something about getting karma if he got them out of here. "Well, Angels don't fall out of trees," she sighed, getting slightly annoyed with herself again. Fall? How could she? "So, my name must be Christina. Yet, no one calls me that. So, my name is therefor, by process of elimination, Robin. And you'll get double brownie-points if you get us out of here relatively unscathed."