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"Every once in a while I wonder what the world would be like without greed."

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F U L L N A M E;
Robin Carly Foss

N I C K N A M E (S);
Robbie, Birdie

A G E;
Sixteen

G E N D E R;
Female

S E X U A L I T Y;
Bisexual

R O L E;
Roommate 1

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"I'm okay. You're okay. Everything is going to be fine, alright?"
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[center]P E R S O N A L I T Y;

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Purses her lips ; She often does this while lost in thought.
Loves eating ; She's a huge foodie.
Shreds things ; Her pockets are a mess from the torn paper.
Has a slight lisp ; Pay attention and you'll hear it

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Food ; She'll eat anything.
Gardening ; Robin likes being able to care for things.
Do It Yourself Projects ; Anything hands-on.
The Outdoors ; It's the feeling of freedom.

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Violence ; Injust pain.
Immorality ; The cruelty of others.
Feeling Dirty ; In more than just physical means.
Feeling Powerless ; The inability to create change.

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A P P E A R A N C E;

Robin has come to terms with the fact that she'll never be able to reach that jar of pickles that rests on the highest shelf of the supermarket, as she stands at about five foot three inches including her cowlicks. Her limbs are slender and soft, lean muscle barely surfacing from escaping baby fat; although she still seems to have that certain kind of roundness in her face. At sixteen, she is still soft with that layer of chub, her stomach not completely flat and her ankles a little thicker.

Meanwhile, her facial features depict the result of the mixing of the Latina and Germanic European races, as her mother is of Spanish and Portuguese decent and her father of mainly German. Her sable tinted, chestnut coloured hair is always kept in a short, choppy manner, brushing against the nape of her neck and along her shoulders. It curls around the squared structure of her jawline, complimenting the light caramel hue of her skin. Robin's eyes are rounded are the shade of whiskey, the innards of her irises golden and marbling into a chocolate brown that is brought out by the dark curl of her eyelashes and thick eyebrows. Her broadened button nose and full plush lips combine to create babyish features.

The young girl has a few distinguishing marks. She doesn't have those All-American dimples or cute crinkles around her eyes when she smiles, but she does have a beauty mark just above the dip of the upper left corner of her mouth and a small scar that runs through the tip of her right eyebrow. She also has the tenancy to purse her lips when she's thinking which, unfortunately for her, happens quite often.

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H I S T O R Y;
Robin was born into a family of three, consisting of her parents - an American blue-collar father and Western European immigrant mother- and her older brother Daniel. For as long as Robin can remember, they were never a particularly wealthy family, as her father was constantly between odd jobs and battled an alcohol addiction and her mother struggled to find work as an immigrant, along with raising her two children. They would live in increasingly smaller apartments and would eat hot roast beef and bread on good days and nothing at all on the bad. Still, Robin didn't know any better and found happiness with her family, ignoring the thrift shop stitched and patched clothes or the broken toys she'd get for Christmas.

Robin remembers the days when she idolized her older brother, charmed by his knowledge as a man twelve years older than her. The girl was bewitched by him. She'd run at him at top speed when he called, when he'd ask her to jump, her immediate response was to say "How high?" He was such a cool guy, handsome with his dark Superman-like curls, twinkling eyes, and Colgate smile. He'd play with her when she was alone and cover her ears when their parents were fighting. 'Birdie girl,' He'd say, holding up shiny coins between his fingers, 'Let's get some ice cream before dinner. I won't tell mom if you won't.' Sure, he'd find his way out of things quickly, even going as far as placing the blame on Robin when she obviously didn't brake the light switch, and sure Daniel changed a hole lot when their father cheated and ran off with another woman, but he was her cool, Superman-esqe older brother.

As Robin grew older, however, she noticed things about Daniel that she'd never thought of before. For one thing, Daniel never went to college after finishing high school. Not that they had any money to aid him with that, but by the time Daniel was twenty two, he still lived with Robin and their mother. He lounged about the apartment during the day and sometimes took up an odd job just like Robin's father used to do and would be off out during the night. He sweet talked their mother whenever she mentioned him moving out or pursuing a higher education, proclaiming gallivant words 'My queen seeks to banish me out of the castle? I am not worthy of being thine son!" Swishing about playfully and hugging her tight, dwarfing her with his size. She'd soon forget her words, flicking him mischievously with a dish towel.

It was when Robin was twelve that she noticed that Daniel was acting less of himself and more of someone completely different. He started drinking and smoking, she'd even been sure that he was gambling by the way he stole money out of a tin that they kept money on the top of the refrigerator. He'd be in and out of the house more frequently, taking the family car out with them and sometimes bringing girls home when their mother was out. At the time, Robin was too young to fully comprehend the rhythmic banging of a headboard against the wall. Robin can recall a time that she had been so angry at Daniel, who had stolen the rest of the money that was to be used to pay their electrical bill and they hadn't had electricity for a month. "I'm sorry, Bird." He just looked so remorseful in response to her fuming face. For the rest of the month he bribed her with free ice cream and even a brand new bike. When she had looked into his eyes, he was still just as handsome with his hazel gaze and bright smile. He was still her Superman.

She was fourteen when it happened. She had been lured into a place that even she knew was dangerous and it was all because of a simple, "Baby Bird, there's this new ice cream place we should try." She hadn't really noticed that it was half past eleven at night when she slipped into a car with him. Now, standing in an abandoned parking lot in the slums of Atlanta, she was terrified. "Just take her! Take the little bitch and leave me alone! Please! You said my debt would be paid off, but just stop sending your guys to rough me up- I- I just can't take it anymore." She'd never seen her brother in such hysteria before, the tone of Daniel's voice screechy and desperate. His shirt was untucked and rumpled, his hair in a disarray, and his eyes were blood shot and red. When she looked into his eyes, a small trail of blood running down from his eyebrow where Robin had scratched him, his pupils were gyrating.

And there she was stolen from her broken home and pushed into the care of a man named T. All because of her brother's need to pay off his gambling debt and get the loan sharks off his back.

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F A C E C L A I M;
Nicole Anderson

C.S. CODING & CREDS;
Paranormal_Bouquet

LAST EDITED BY;
fivehours

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So begins...

Robin C. Foss's Story

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#2015-06-04 22:33:05, as written by The Littlest Mermaid

"Keep moving," T said angrily. He had a tight grip around Hope's waist and was pushing her forward, deeper and deeper into what looked to be an abandoned hotel. There were girls poking their heads out of their rooms staring, none of them seemed to have a drop of pity in their eyes which made Hope even more terrified. She held back a sob that wanted to burst through her chest and instead settled on letting out a small sniffle, a tear drop running down her cheek. T yanked her to a stop and spun her so that she was facing him, "Are you crying? I thought you got all of that shit out at my place. Pull yourself together or I'll take you out into the road and shoot you myself. You're of no help to me like this. And trust me, you want to stay helpful."

Hope reached up and wiped her nose and eye before nodding several times, turning her head to the right so he was no long breathing into her face. Her eyes searched the faces of the other girls but no one seemed eager to help her. Some girls were all made up with their hair and makeup completely done, others had eyeliner and mascara circled around their eyes with their hair a tangled mess.

"Did you hear me, slut?!" T yelled, shaking Hope violently.

"Y-Yes." She forced herself to choke out. Her face was heating up and she was sure it was bright red. It was one thing for her to be shaken and yelled at, but it was something else entirely for all of that to be happened in front of so many people. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to get her hands to stop shaking. "Can you please just tell me which room I'm going to? I'll find my way by myself." Her voice was just barely auditory and she made it so that only T could hear her, not wanting to attract even more attention on herself by probably doing something that would be considered talking back to T.

T's grip on Hope loosened a bit as he looked at her with widened eyes. A small smirk twitched the corner of his mouth, "You've got a bit of a smart mouth on you," The smile disappeared. "You'll be a lot happier here if you keep that side to yourself. You're in room 255. Get out of my sight." He threw her backwards so hard that she crashed to the ground. "As for the rest of you, if you're not heading out with me right now for a job, GET BACK IN YOUR ROOMS OR YOU'LL END UP LIKE THIS BITCH." Then he turned his back on Hope and walked away; the girls that were all dressed up followed closely behind him.

As soon as he was out of hearing distance, Hope let the sobs rip through her chest. She heard doors be shut all around her and eventually, she was the only one in the hallway. Unable to catch her breath yet, she just allowed herself to lay there and cry.

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#2015-06-06 02:14:48, as written by The Littlest Mermaid

Hope followed Robin very closely, basically pressed against her back. She wasn't sure why the other girl was so insistent upon her staying out of everyone's way but the determine looks on the girls' faces told her that she didn't want to find out. The young girl's eyes took in all of her surroundings and every new sight made her cringe. The walls were covered in dirt, the stairway railings were rusted, and each floor had a musty, sewery smell to it.

She was extremely grateful when she saw room 255, the place that was to become her home for probably as long as she lasted in this world. When Robin opened the door and mumbled something about that her house was now Hope's house, the breath was a little knocked out of her. After all the shit she had endured in the past 48 hours between T and his horrible friends, it was so strange yet absolutely beautiful to be experiencing such kindness.

Giving Robin a small nod, Hope took a step inside the room and all of a sudden she felt as though it was by some divine power that T had randomly assigned her this particular room. It definitely wasn't a suite at the plaza, but it was the best looking place she'd seen since she'd arrived. The covers on the bed were worn, but still in one piece. The window was bare but the idea of the view she would have of the sunset almost brought a bit of color back into Hope's cheeks - almost. Most importantly, Robin had somehow learned to partially mask the sewage smell that covered the entirety of the building.

Hope circled the room a couple of times, taking in just what she would have to adapt to in order to survive before she returned to her new roommate. Finally able to muster up the courage to look her in the eyes, she opened her mouth to say something - but then quickly shut it again, not entirely sure she wanted to know the answer to the question she was about to ask. The young girl sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and began to chew on it, contemplating on how important it was to know what was to come next in this operation. She had no idea how this worked; she'd always sort of zoned out when they warned about Atlanta being the top city in the country for sex trafficking convinced it was never going to happen to her. However, in order to survive she needed to know how the others did it. She had to ask.

"S-so, what happens now?" Hope crossed and uncrossed her arms several times while trying to force the words to come out of her, ending on her initial crossed position. She let her eyes drop to the floor again as she waited for the reply.

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#2015-06-06 21:16:50, as written by fivehours

Robin had prepared for her new roommate as soon as Daisy had stopped showing up in their room, stripping the bed of the shredded forest green blanket and dirtied sheets that had started to smell rank from Daisy's stale perfume and perspiration. The pillow, much to Robin's disgust, had become splotchy from her old roommate's unwashed hair and was blotted with crimson lipstick and mascara she didn't take off. Robin almost wanted to cry for her at that moment, but she kept herself occupied by pulling out baby blue sheets that were much less used and remaking the bed. Lastly, she placed a soft lavender duvet over top of them where the old, filthy green one used to be.

If she was being completely honest with herself, Robin was kind of glad that she wouldn't have to listen to Daisy's crying in the middle of the night anymore.

As for the rest of the room, Robin cleaned up what she could. She kept her door open to remove the stench of a broken girl, wiped away the dust that collected on various surfaces, and swept the lint balls and dust bunnies off of the floor. When the smell of Daisy still lingered, Robin found a couple of linen-scented drier sheets and snagged them in the vent. Whenever the heater came on, it blasted the fresh scent about the room and Robin was satisfied by the changes. It felt much less stifling than before.

Now that a new roommate was here, Robin eyed her wearily as she looked about the room. Sure, it wasn't a room at the Holiday Inn, but Robin hoped that Hope knew that she tried her best to keep the place clean and wanted Hope to be comfortable. It was the least Robin could do for someone who had to join her in this hell hole.

Robin sighed at Hope's inquisition, crossing the small room in a few long strides to sit on what was to be Hope's new bed, and then patted at the empty space beside her. The sixteen year old knew that Hope had to find out what happens around her - she'd find out sooner or later anyways, despite Robin not wanting to confirm anyone's worst nightmare-, so she began cautiously, "T didn't bring you here to enjoy a relaxing vacation at a hotel, obviously." Robin picked at a corner of Hope's blanket, fraying an edgy a smidge. "You've been brought here to work for him as an escort, call-girl, or whatever you want to see it as, just like the rest of us here. Tomorrow, T will assign you to some girls who are going to explain your place here and show you the ropes for about a week. Now, they'll be authoried to use some... force if you try anything that he doesn't like, but you'll be fine if you just don't act out."

Robin was speaking too hurriedly with an explanation that she knew didn't really make sense, but she continued, "In the meantime, you won't be allowed to leave the Barn," She gestured to around the room, trying to depict the whole building, "and you won't be able to talk to anyone in the outside. If you try to leave-" Robin swallowed the lump that started to form in her throat, "You'll regret it."

Robin picked up her bravery and turned to look at Hope in the face, her jaw set, but her eyes sympathetic. "And in a week or two you'll be sent to service your first client."

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#2015-06-07 04:44:20, as written by The Littlest Mermaid

The room started spinning as Hope revisited the feeling she'd had that first night when T's friends had tied her to a bed and done who knows what to her while she was too doped up on some sort of drug to understand what was happening. She took slow breaths, closing her eyes to concentrate on not crying again; in, out, in, out. After a moment, she had fought back the knot that had lodged itself in her throat so she could once again speak, "Okay." Was all she could manage.

Hope closed the distance between herself and Robin, taking a seat beside her on what was now her new bed. She leaned forward and placed her face in her hands. There was so many other things she wanted to ask, but she was afraid that she wasn't strong enough to know the answers quite yet. Sitting up straight, Hope let her eyes wander around the room, trying to find something that could change the subject and perhaps take a bit of the pressure off of the situation. She knew that Robin was probably feeling stressed out having to play instructor to the new recruit.

"What do you normally do around here while T's gone?" She gingerly stood up from the bed and walked towards the window. There was a parking deck a couple hundred feet in the distance and everything else was just rubble. It didn't seem as though there was anything to do besides...jobs. If she was planning on staying sane in an insane situation, she was going to need a distraction. "I know you just said we can't leave The Barn, but is there anything to do inside? I just need to distract myself." Her confidence was going up the more she spoke. Hope was probably in the denial stage of something but she decided to roll with it. "Do you just sit in here? Or do you and the other girls - " She suddenly remembered how Robin had very bluntly warned her to stay out of the other girls' ways and considered that interacting with the others on her first day when everyone already seems to be in such a bad mood probably wasn't the best of ideas. "Or maybe we should stay in the room in case everyone out there hates me." Her voice had gotten smaller again as she looked to Robin, unsure of what was smart to do and what wasn't.

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Robin C. Foss

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a character in “Miss Me Not”, originally authored by fivehours, as played by RolePlayGateway

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