Robin LaCroix

you could be the king but watch the queen conquer; Robin LaCroix. 30. Human

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[finn-sanders]

full moon fever | finn & robin (closed)

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Robin made a displeased as she pinched his arm not so gently but not enough to hurt Finn (for a werewolf, the guy could be a big baby sometimes). “Hey! I happen to like that shirt,” she protested, her attempt of sounding offended quickly fading due to the amount of chocolate that was now on the mans face. Actual softy, but extremely attractive, big baby.

Finn Sanders was something else.

"Why, are you offering to do my laundry again?" she replied, a coy smile on her face as she stuck out her leg and gently kicked Finn in the butt when he bent over to pick up the spilled popcorn. She didn’t even bat an eyelash when the werewolf  turned and looked accusingly at her. Yeah, so maybe the guy had rubbed off on her.

Taking the last spoonful of ice cream (there had better still be some in the freezer or else they’d be spending the night an entirely different way) Robin shook her head. “Can’t. I’ve got me a date,” she answered, wiggling her brows at Finn in return. She stood up as well — personal space was not an issue between the two, unfortunately. “So maybe I should do some laundry. Good thinking.” She flashed him an innocent smile before walking past him and into the kitchen.

Like hell Robin LaCroix has a date. She didn’t do dates; in fact, she hated them. Truthfully, she was just seeing how long she could mess with Finn about it and humor herself in the process. So at this rate it looked like it would just be another typical night in for them.

[finn-sanders]

"I’m excellent at doing laundry — you just shove a bunch of clothes in the washer and then you throw in some bubbles and then you throw them all in the dryer,” he swatted at the foot that she kicked him in the butt with. There wasn’t really a difference between cotton and not cotton, right? That was just a myth for rich people to feel better about spending over 6 dollars on a shirt. He had been about to tell her just that when she stood up, her face inches from his as she did a thing with her brows and said some words before walking away. Wait — what?? Finn could have sworn she said she had a date. He was having ptsd-like flashbacks to when she told him she was getting a puppy. "You do not have a date!" he huffed (rather childishly) before turning and following after her. "You can’t. I peed outside your front stoop for this exact reason, LaCroix.” Which may or may not have been a joke. He couldn’t exact remember what all he peed on that night after he got back into town and the Belfronts had drank him into a stupor. He was still really mad about this date ordeal because if she did have a date, he wasn’t gonna put on pants and he was gonna be really mean if she brought this person inside and he would probably take off his underwear. Finn was still glaring at her back when he laughed. “You do not. You don’t like anyone in this town enough to date them,” he pointed out, matching her smirk with his own.

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A grin formed on Robins face as she walked towards the kitchen. She really shouldn't take advantage of Finn like this but the guy was just so gullible sometimes. She forced herself to keep a straight face when she heard footsteps following closely behind her. "I knew the was you!" she hissed, whirling around and nearly causing Finn to run into her — no, he did run into her. Robin swatted his arm rather roughly this time, an accusing glare on her face. "My porch smelled like piss for two straight days because of you!"

Thank god for that freak snow storm because Robin wasn't exactly sure how to make that smell go away. But honestly, she should've known.

The leaned over and placed the empty bowl on the island table in the middle of the kitchen before turning towards the freezer, her brown eyes scanning intently. Her freezer consisted of mainly stocks of frozen pizza (Robin couldn't really cook to save her life and she was okay with it) and random assortments of frozen goodies. "I told you I might as well have gotten that puppy," she muttered more to herself than to Finn, her mind clearly on the same train of thought. Luckily, for Finns sake, she found the tub of chocolate ice cream still half full. She glanced over her shoulder at him when he laughed.

Shit. Well, Finn did have a point there.

"I didn't say they were from here, did I?" she asked, a smirk on her lips as she placed the tub of ice cream on the table, kicking the freezer door closed with her foot. "Oxfords a small town. I have to brighten my horizons." For a split second Robin actually believed her own words and then yeah, she remembered that she hated dates. And most people.

"You're just upset because this means you'll have to put on pants," she added, a mock look of horror on her face. Which, yeah, was probably a horrible thought for anyone who lived (part time) in the woods.

[finn-sanders]

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Robin cast him a quick side eye glare (nothing serious of course, she only saved that particular look of doom when Finn really screwed up) before a more pensive expression took over her face. “Orange is a great color on me,” she agreed, still in thought when Finn grabbed a...

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Robin made a displeased as she pinched his arm not so gently but not enough to hurt Finn (for a werewolf, the guy could be a big baby sometimes). "Hey! I happen to like that shirt," she protested, her attempt of sounding offended quickly fading due to the amount of chocolate that was now on the mans face. Actual softy, but extremely attractive, big baby.

Finn Sanders was something else.

"Why, are you offering to do my laundry again?" she replied, a coy smile on her face as she stuck out her leg and gently kicked Finn in the butt when he bent over to pick up the spilled popcorn. She didn't even bat an eyelash when the werewolf  turned and looked accusingly at her. Yeah, so maybe the guy had rubbed off on her.

Taking the last spoonful of ice cream (there had better still be some in the freezer or else they'd be spending the night an entirely different way) Robin shook her head. "Can't. I've got me a date," she answered, wiggling her brows at Finn in return. She stood up as well — personal space was not an issue between the two, unfortunately. "So maybe I should do some laundry. Good thinking." She flashed him an innocent smile before walking past him and into the kitchen.

Like hell Robin LaCroix has a date. She didn't do dates; in fact, she hated them. Truthfully, she was just seeing how long she could mess with Finn about it and humor herself in the process. So at this rate it looked like it would just be another typical night in for them.

[finn-sanders]

[robinlacroix-blog]

Suspicious would definitely be an understatement if it was concerning Finn doing favors for Belfronts. One of the first things Robing learned after moving to Oxford was that Finn Sanders with Belfronts was a recipe for disaster. In fact this was constantly being proved on a...

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Robin cast him a quick side eye glare (nothing serious of course, she only saved that particular look of doom when Finn really screwed up) before a more pensive expression took over her face. “Orange is a great color on me,” she agreed, still in thought when Finn grabbed a hold of her wrist. Naturally she tried moving her hand around so that the spoon full of ice cream would hit the side of his face rather than his mouth. She missed this time. She learned to aim a bit more carefully after accidentally poking Finn in the eye once with a spoonful of chocolate pudding.

In Robins defense, Finn was the one truly responsible for the emergency room-pudding incident of 2010 that resulted in him wearing an eye patch for the night.

Good times.

"What about a leap year?” she asked, holding back a smile as she found herself reminiscing on the incident. Did Finn not know what a leap year was or did he want to know if they were in one? Did it really matter? Robin would probably be reminding him about the full moon minutes before it took it’s place in the sky for the next four years. She shrugged at his question, unsure of the answer her self and instead helped herself to another spoonful of ice cream. “Of course I’m hitting on you, Finnigan,” she answered casually, looking completely indifferent to what she’d just admitted.

Or maybe she just felt prone to messing with Finn on days where she was forced to wear a not so flattering orange colored bra.

"Relax, Sanders, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before," she added, a teasing grin on her face as she gave him another once over before returning her attention to the ice cream. Unfortunately for Oxford, Finn’s personality had rubbed off on Robin just a tad over the years.

[finn-sanders]

full moon fever | finn & robin (closed)

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Robin had practically run out of her office the second her shift was over. Today had been a painfully slow day. Really, Robin loved her job but sometimes she wondered if her talents could be better used elsewhere.

Could’ve, would’ve, should’ve. There was no point in wasting so much time thinking about what could have been. When it came down to it, Robin LaCroix lived a pretty good life…even if she was living in the boonies. But right now all the eldest LaCroix wanted to do now was sit back and relax with a cocktail or three while enjoying the rest of her evening in peace.

She probably should’ve stayed at the office then.

She didn’t walk into the house immediately, instead she paused about a foot away from the door to mentally prepare. Robin knew for a fact that she hadn’t let her television on this morning. Honestly, she wasn’t even surprised. She really should be used to this now.Taking a breath she opened the door (which was of course unlocked), and kicked off her heals before closing the door behind her. Instead of heading upstairs and crawling into bed like she wanted too, Robin needed to make sure that Finnigan Sanders, or her living room, was still in once piece.

She wasn’t at all surprised to see Finn sprawled out on the couch with a bowl of ice cream - god dammit she had hid that tub in the far back of the freezer! Before she could tear him a new one for it the werewolf quickly sat up, noting her presence. Robin blinked. God dammit. He always looked so excited to see her. And as much as she had told him the charming boyish smile was no longer cute on a 30 year old man…well, Robin was a secretly a sucker.

"Work was work. Painfully slower than usual since apparently the Belfronts were in hiding today," she answered, taking off her jacket and tossing it on another couch along with her purse before continuing, "I heard the station was pretty quiet too." Robin let out a pleasant sigh once she plopped down on the couch besides Finn. It was then that she finally gave him a once over and noticed that he wasn’t wearing any clothes…again.

As much as she tried to keep him clothed, Robin would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t appreciate the view.

"What happened to your clothes?" she asked, her voice full of curiosity and concern. Living in the forest was no excuse for not wearing- no, she was not having that conversation again. “Actually no, don’t answer that,” she quickly intervened before Finn could speak again. “What happened to those shirts I got you a few weeks ago?” Robin wasn’t entirely sure when she turned into such a mother.

She reached over and took the bowl of ice cream from Finns hands, flashing him a smile before helping herself to her ice cream. “How was your day?” she asked, genuinely concerned as to how Finn had spent his day. It was probably a hell of a lot more eventful than hers, it always was.

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"The Belfronts were out of trouble today, because Toby asked me if I would do some insulating for him this afternoon. Unless that was a front for something else. In which case I would be very suspicious of tomorrow’s news,” Finn kicked his feet up on her coffee table as he handed over the bowl of ice cream, shooting her a grin right on back. “Dammit it sucks staying out of trouble.” Not that Finn really got into too much trouble. He’d been big on running from the law when he was a teenager, but then he sort of moved into the woods and from there everything got a bit easier. In fact, he was still reeling from his last stint. That was the last time he was gonna go chasing cross country for a woman! Which was a total lie because he’d probably pull the same shit all over again for Robin, honestly. (Finn was a very passionate being.) "Aaaaaand then after that," Finn moved on, resting his hands on his tummy, patting out a tune. "I came here. And did laundry. Like a responsible human being. Hence why I am naked on your couch eating ice cream," he finished with another cheeky grin. It didn’t actually solve the naked on the couch crisis, really, because the shirts she had bought him (thanks sugah mama) were definitely still hanging up in his closet. Her closet. Whatever. “I couldn’t really remember if tonight or tomorrow night was the full moon and I didn’t want to risk ruining anymore pants,” he admitted finally, shrugging it off as though it was nothing. “My calendar is a little off.” If he actually looked at a calendar, he would know when the full moon really was.

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Suspicious would definitely be an understatement if it was concerning Finn doing favors for Belfronts. One of the first things Robing learned after moving to Oxford was that Finn Sanders with Belfronts was a recipe for disaster. In fact this was constantly being proved on a weekly, if not daily, basis. "I know, what else is there to do besides getting into trouble with the law?" she asked, obvious sarcasm in her tone yet curiosity written all over her face.

In Finns defense, his relationship with the law had improved since his younger days. Robin was proud of him for it up until the most recent shit he pulled. Honestly, she wasn't even really sure she wanted to know where Finn had been for the past few months.

She nodded. "As if laundry's ever been an excuse for you to walk around the place half naked," she countered, a grin still on her face as she helped herself to another spoonful of ice cream. "But I'm glad to see you taking some charge with the laundry. You didn't happen to throw mine in there, did you?" As much as Robin had appreciated that one time Finn tried to do her laundry she wasn't as appreciative of the fact that all of her socks had turned a shade of bright orange. She still wasn't too sure how that even happened. Robin was more than willing to have him do their laundry together...so long as she was there.

Robin had briefly turned her attention to whatever movie Finn had been watching when he went on about the full moon. "Seriously, Finn? There's currently a farm animal calendar hanging in my kitchen because you wanted it," she reminded him, although she was not at all surprised that the man still didn't know when the next full moon was. When she had first learned about Finns little secret she had firmly believed that werewolves had an internal calendar. She quickly learned that it was a bunch of crap.

But seriously, she hated that damn calender.

"It's not for another three days," she calmly informed him, taking another serving of ice cream. Honestly Robin loved Finn but sometimes she really regretted not buying that puppy when she had the chance. "But I'm not the one with the internal calender so if you need to run around like this for the next few days, by all means," she added with a wink, a teasing smile on her face indicating that she wasn't as annoyed as she should have been.

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[finn-sanders]

full moon fever | finn & robin (closed)

Poor Robin. Poor, poor Robin. For someone who didn’t want to deal with the supernatural, she sure did make a mistake in sticking up for Finnigan Sanders in grade 5. Save for the years that she had spent out of Oxford (seriously, what did he even do with himself all those years??) and the two months he had spent away (on top of the three he spent in jail), he was rarely apart from her for very long. It was easy enough to just say that she kept his head on his shoulders and even sometimes a roof over his head (don’t worry, he was working on that as well) — but most importantly, she was one of Finn’s closest (sometimes only) friends. Which perfectly explained why he was currently laying across her couch, waiting for her to get home from work. He totally had a key, aaaaand he may or may not have given her address as his own address so all of his mail could be forwarded to her place… Unfortunately, county jail wasn’t too keen on letting Finn out in good graces without having someplace they could keep checking up on him. But his mail was probably the least of her concerns because he was currently lying across her couch in nothing but his boxers, a load of laundry that included his clothes that he had come over in currently in the wash, and a bowl of ice cream lying across his stomach. Which was exactly how he appeared as she walked through her door. Hie eyes turned from her television up to meet her where his eyes might have lit up a thousand gigawatts. "Hey!" he sat up, just in case she wanted to, you know, sit on her couch. "How was work? Did you eat dinner? Want some ice cream?" he offered out his bowl, a small smidgen of chocolate on his chin as he grinned cheekily up at her. She was so pretty.

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Robin had practically run out of her office the second her shift was over. Today had been a painfully slow day. Really, Robin loved her job but sometimes she wondered if her talents could be better used elsewhere.

Could've, would've, should've. There was no point in wasting so much time thinking about what could have been. When it came down to it, Robin LaCroix lived a pretty good life...even if she was living in the boonies. But right now all the eldest LaCroix wanted to do now was sit back and relax with a cocktail or three while enjoying the rest of her evening in peace.

She probably should've stayed at the office then.

She didn't walk into the house immediately, instead she paused about a foot away from the door to mentally prepare. Robin knew for a fact that she hadn't let her television on this morning. Honestly, she wasn't even surprised. She really should be used to this now.Taking a breath she opened the door (which was of course unlocked), and kicked off her heals before closing the door behind her. Instead of heading upstairs and crawling into bed like she wanted too, Robin needed to make sure that Finnigan Sanders, or her living room, was still in once piece.

She wasn't at all surprised to see Finn sprawled out on the couch with a bowl of ice cream - god dammit she had hid that tub in the far back of the freezer! Before she could tear him a new one for it the werewolf quickly sat up, noting her presence. Robin blinked. God dammit. He always looked so excited to see her. And as much as she had told him the charming boyish smile was no longer cute on a 30 year old man...well, Robin was a secretly a sucker.

"Work was work. Painfully slower than usual since apparently the Belfronts were in hiding today," she answered, taking off her jacket and tossing it on another couch along with her purse before continuing, "I heard the station was pretty quiet too." Robin let out a pleasant sigh once she plopped down on the couch besides Finn. It was then that she finally gave him a once over and noticed that he wasn't wearing any clothes...again.

As much as she tried to keep him clothed, Robin would be lying to herself if she said she didn't appreciate the view.

"What happened to your clothes?" she asked, her voice full of curiosity and concern. Living in the forest was no excuse for not wearing- no, she was not having that conversation again. "Actually no, don't answer that," she quickly intervened before Finn could speak again. "What happened to those shirts I got you a few weeks ago?" Robin wasn't entirely sure when she turned into such a mother.

She reached over and took the bowl of ice cream from Finns hands, flashing him a smile before helping herself to her ice cream. "How was your day?" she asked, genuinely concerned as to how Finn had spent his day. It was probably a hell of a lot more eventful than hers, it always was.

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[wintersoldiers]

This is a torch song. Touch me and you’ll burn.

[thebloodofoxford]

Robin LaCroix || 29 years old || Human || FC: Zoe Saldana

Traits

(+) Self-Reliant, Determined, Intelligent (-) Defiant, Lost, Cynical

Personality

Robin is a prime example of an Army brat. Despite her strict upbringing, Robin LaCroix grew up to be a fiercely independent woman. She isn’t one to take orders from others which has gotten her into a fair amount of trouble over the years. But with a mind like hers, a sharp tongue and a quick wit to match, Robin is able to handle her own better than most. Over all Robin is strong, resourceful, and persistent. When she has her mind on something there’s really no way to talk her out of it.

While she may look sweet, Robin is anything but. She’s definitely a little rough around the edges, especially towards those she doesn’t know. She has no tolerance for bullshit therefore tends to speak her mind without really caring who’s around to hear it. 

Biography

Robin was the first and only child of General Vincent LaCroix and his wife, Melissa. The pair had been together since their days at Ol’Miss before they left for Germany where Vince was stationed after enlisting in the army. After ten years of marriage the pair became parents. For the first couple of years Vince was an inconsistent presence in their daughters life. Apparently putting work before family was a common trait in the LaCroix family.

Or at least until Melissa passed away.

Vincent loved his wife and his daughter but he wasn’t meant to be a family man, that much Robin had been aware of at a very young age. Her beliefs were only confirmed when Vince sent his eleven year old daughter to Oxford, Mississippi to live with his parents. From then on Robin considered her grandparents her true parents, only having contact with her father during the holidays. Robin did what she could in order to not seem like a burden around her grandparents, even if it meant having to grow up a bit faster than planned. The years flew by even quicker and when the time came Robin was allowed to graduate early before heading off to Germany. To this day her grandparents still scowl her for having put off her education in order to spend time with her estranged father.

Robin spent the next four years of her life trying to impress her father; she even went as far as to train with his cadets. Instead of getting closer to her father as hoped, Robin had merely became another soldier to him. So she packed up her bags and did what she should have all along: she went to school. Robin spent the next four years enjoying the bright Los Angeles sun where she went to school for journalism. By the time she graduated there were already plenty of jobs lined up for her…none which she ended up taking.

For unexplained reasons, Robin packed her bags and returned to Oxford. For the past five years now she has been working for the Oxford Times, the local newspaper. Unfortunately for her not much goes on in a small town like Oxford unless you’re dealing with Belfronts or the supernatural. Like any sane person, Robin doesn’t really want to deal with either.

Robin LaCroix is TAKEN

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