#featuring: robyn

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Abe had been enjoying his evening. He had mostly been eating cake, talking to Cabil, and some of the other tributes who wandered past their table. But after Cabil had left to do his own mingling, and no one really gave Abe a glance or inclination of wanting to talk, he decided to get up from the table himself and seek out conversation.

Swann had already been bothered by him, so he found someone else. That meant tapping on the shoulder of Robyn, giving a small but friendly smile. “Having fun?” He inquires, looking over his outfit. “Very stylish.” And he gives a thumbs up.

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Harbor, finding himself sitting outside to get some fresh air, found himself playing with an object handed to him by an old friend. Fresh air was hard to come by, and it was always most crisp in the Capitol. Hardly any manufacturing to muck it up.

He’s not alone for long. He had tagged on his twin’s shoulder minutes ago, asking to join him outside, and Robyn was now approaching, leaving Harbor to pat the seat beside him on the bench. They were still working on things, but Harbor was infinitely more comfortable being by Robyn’s side.

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Location: Snow’s mansion | outskirts of the soiree Time: Not long after Robyn and Blythe’s discourse

Plutarch, ever the observant one, found himself on the rim of the argument taking place in the midst of the party. Leave it to Blythe to start the flame that would burn across the entire party. But maybe he had just been acutely aware to any mention of the name Harbor. An excellent fellow. Truly, a shining beacon of light. What a terrible tragedy. But Plutarch believes in using tragedies to his advantage. Cannot be put to waste, can it?

Blythe wasn’t a concern to Plutarch. She was already on the side of the rebellion whether she knew it or not. Robyn, on the other hand, was a mixed bag.

It came as a stumble. An intention brush of shoulders and the rounded man took a step back to look over Robyn, only to give a wide, friendly smile. “Robyn, don’t you look absolutely decadent.” A hand clasps the other’s shoulder and he looks him over again. “But I must say, a little pale. Would you like a drink? Maybe a profiterole to get your blood sugar up.” He pats Robyn tenderly, knowing he can lead into the conversation at a later point.

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Place: District Seven Quarters Time: After one of the training days

Harbor was exhausted. Certainly, this wasn’t really anything new to them physically, but there was some sort of emotionally taxing element to all of it. Being in a room with a bunch of other terrified (or not) people who were preparing for what was to come.

When getting back to their quarters, all Harbor could even think to do was sit down, and just try and close their eyes. But that rest didn’t last long when there was a sound of a door opening, and he could hear someone approaching, so he sat up in his chair, waiting expectantly.