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 Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 9:02 pm
"I said we're done here."
He was right- she was used to running away, and right now, there was nothing she wanted to do more.
She refused to accept that they were really here- the one part of herself she allowed to be irrational, no matter what. Other things would get dealt with logically, and possibly fairly. Not this. She didn't want to deal with this.
"I don't need either of you, though," she squeaked, betraying her own emotions. "And stop calling me Roberta. I don't answer to that anymore."
With that, she pushed past him, fleeing. This was.. this was all too much. And she wasn't ready to face it yet- honestly, she was unsure if she would ever be ready.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 9:09 pm
The sad thing about trying to flee from Robert, is that he had very long legs.
"We ain't done until I say we're done!" He retorted, turning on his heel to follow her with every quickened step. He'd even run if he had to, though a long legged jog was enough to keep up with her for now.
"And what if we need you, huh? What if it ain't all about you, for once? I've watched you in that pod every single day since we've been here. Every day, kitten. Just to make sure you're still alive. It ain't always about what YOU want and what YOU need!"
He paused for just a second when she denied her name, before quick steps got him catching up to her, even surpassing her. Then, he cut her off and stood in her way. Both of his arms flailed out in front of him, blocking her off like a wall.
"Whoa whoa whoa, what the ******** do you mean by that? You can't just stop being Roberta."
That stranger in her eyes was back, and it scared him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 9:43 am
"Can't I?" She mocked him, the frown on her face suddenly twisting into a maniacal grin.
"What's stopping me? You?" Reine giggled, taking a leaf from Alynthe's book; the weapon managed to creep her out enough, so perhaps mimicking her would have the same effect on Robert.
"You think you know me that well, Robert? From just a few playdates back when we were kids? You think Petra does? I haven't seen her in close to ten years. You want to play pretend, hmm? Like we used to when we were kids?" She lifted a hand, touching his cheek gently, tip-toeing to reach him. For a few seconds, she looked as if she were about to actually kiss him.
And then she grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his face down to meet hers.
"You listen," she hissed. "We are over, everything is done, don't ********* pretend otherwise. I don't care how long you've been watching me, I don't care about what you need. I can deal with A7 and Z8. But not you two."
Her grip twisted and tightened; if she needed, she'd hurt him enough to get the message across.
"I am not Roberta. I haven't been Roberta for years, and I'm certainly not going to be Roberta now. I'm not the girl who clung to you like there was nobody else around, nor the girl who wished her sister would have stood up for her just once, nor the girl who nursed a crush on you from halfway around the country. I grew out of that a long time ago, Robert," she growled.
"So you- you grow up, too. And leave me the **** alone."
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 3:00 pm
Robert stood his ground until the second her hand touched his cheek, and then his heart broke. He couldn't even pretend, for a single moment, that her touch was anything but a cruel joke - and when she pulled him down by the hair, there was no surprise in his eyes. Only pain.
"How can you hurt me like this, Roberta?" He whispered, completely ignoring her claims against the name. "I get that you don't love me. I get that you don't want back what we had. But.. but how can you just.."
He hadn't moved, just bent there with her hand in his hair, holding him prisoner. His expression was pure, agonizing pain. He held nothing back.
"You're obsessed with growing up, but I already had to grow up, Roberta. Now, it's your turn."
He finally reached up and pulled her hand out of his hair, tugged the arm so hard she would come at him, and grabbed her chin with his hand. This time, it looked as though he was about to kiss her - but there was no love in his eyes anymore. Only pain.
And neither was there a kiss. Just the moment before a kiss. The moment where life starts to change, when you start to realize something important is about to happen. All she got was that moment. And then he shook his head.
"I ain't that guy anymore, either, kitten." He growled, a breath away from her lips. "I ain't the fool who waited for you every single time, whose heart broken fresh each time you turned your back and left me again, and again. I ain't that guy, Roberta."
His lip sneered up in a proud half-smile. "But that don't mean I'm not Robert."
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:12 pm
"And I'm so proud of you."
Alright, wrong move- she should never have tried to get close to him, because she was genuinely creeped out now. Snatching her arm away from him, she backed a few more steps away.
"What the ******* is your problem, Robert." God, the guy was persistent- from the start she'd just wanted to get away, and she was getting more and more convinced, by the moment, that she was just going to spend the rest of her life talking to the stupid brute here. At least in the pods there had been silence.
What did she care, really, about Robert or Petra? She'd given them up- given them up for good, and she had no intention of ever looking back. That they were here now felt like a slap in the face, one that she could let go of, eventually, if they just stayed the **** away.
"No wait. Don't answer that. Just let me ******** go already."
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:22 pm
His hand flipped to release her with a little too much force, pushing her away. His eyes had gone steely and cold as he stared her down.
"I will never let you go."
He twisted, away, ready to watch her go. His fists were curled tight enough to leave marks where his nails cut into the skin, but now it was he who had to get away from her. He couldn't hear it anymore. He couldn't listen to this girl, this.. this..
As far as she was concerned, Roberta was dead. And as far as he was concerned, Reine was her murderer.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 7:43 pm
Without acknowledging him, she walked towards the door, taking care not to even brush past him. God, how could she even come into the labs anymore, if he was going to be around?
********** Robert. Ruining everything forever. As she climbed up the staircases and left the labs, she turned to glance at his back again, then shrugged and carried on.
It's over, she thought. You said so yourself. It's over.
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