Robyn Batch 2 - Chocolate Chip

110. Breathe Again:  Sometimes it took a good metal song to be able to relax and breathe again, much to the concern of her parents.  When life overwhelmed her Robyn disappeared into her beloved woods and would lose herself in the hidden paths and animal sounds and overwhelming silence that enveloped her and erased who Robyn was, making her part of the whole that was serenity.

     Theme song: Breathe No More by Evanescence.  One of my favorite things about forests is losing my identity and becoming part of the whole.  Some day I want to walk into the forest and disappear for a year.

119. Grey:  Robyn often retreated to the quiet solitude of the forest when she needed space but rarely saw a creature larger than a squirrel or more dangerous than a doe so when a large grey furry creature came running up the trail from behind her she was understandably startled.  The grey, shaggy dog seemed to be grinning up at her as it’s tongue lolled out, panting from it’s sprint, then leaned up against her as she scratched the top of its head.  “Kenta!” both Robyn and the dog, evidently Kenta, turned to watch Jericho come around the bend. 

     I look forward to writing more about Kenta, whose name means Big in Japanese.  I am totally creative, lol.  Image from www.dogbehavioronline.com

123. Cat:  Robyn was terribly startled the first time she saw the furry cat in her clearing.   Robyn had fallen asleep in the sun after eating most of her tuna fish sandwich and woke to find a scrawny but incredibly furry cat eating the remnants of her lunch.  Robyn had allowed the cat to finish the sandwich, lying quietly until it had run away.  She took to leaving cat food in the clearing, then in a little wooden structure constructed on the back side of the tree, and then only when she was in the clearing for a while.  It had taken nearly eight months but eventually she and the cat, whom she named Salmon, had come to a truce and the Maine Coon now greeted Robyn in the town sometimes.

     I put off this prompt for so long because I had no idea what I was going to write but I am so happy I did force myself!  Salmon went from a nameless, terribly scrawny brown tabby she-cat with an attitude problem, to an enormously fluffy, if very hungry, grey Maine Coon who has a shelter, a steady source of food, a gender neutral name (though 90% of the time it is still a she), and a backstory (abandoned on the coast by some dumb tourists).  Maine Coons are frikkin huge and have a thick coat that could put up with coastal weather.  And my sister has razzed me about naming a cat Salmon but I think it fits perfectly.

128. Sorrow:  For a year after Robyn’s grandfather’s death Rose had to temper her student’s choice of macabre music.  Robyn managed to track down a funeral dirge or macabre, depressing piece for every time period, genre, theme, and composer she was given.  Quite a talent really but not the best for a developing lady.

     Mwahahahahaha!  Emo Robyn!  This shouldn't tickle me but Robyn is such an even keeled and happy character in my head that her being nearly Goth makes me giggle.

189. Through the Fire:  She may have been cut and bleeding but she was alive and at that moment Robyn couldn’t have been more grateful.

     I don't know what happened to her!  All I know is that this is at the climax of my story.