entrancelogs | Here it's safe, here it's warm... [OPEN]

Who: Kitty Archer (Katniss Everdeen) and YOU
Where: All around town
When: October 24 - October 28
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Kitty's just turned 21 and family is everything. Who needs to ever leave Storybrooke when everything you want is right in front of you?
The Story:

Day 1: October 24
It's been a couple of weeks since their birthday. But if you ask Kitty, twenty-one doesn't feel all that much different from twenty. Maybe the most noticeable difference is that her twin has started to dye her hair. It's easier to tell Rachel and Kitty Archer apart now. Just look for the blonde one and look for the brunette. She still hasn't entirely adjusted to the change. It's weird to look Rachel in the eye and not see her mirror image.

When not at home with her sister, father, Robert, and younger brother, Jake, she's usually at work. Working as a trainer in Peter's fitness center isn't exactly the most exciting thing in the world, but it makes money. And any little bit helps the family. So it's worth it, even when she has to deal with strangers. She's never been so good at making friends, even though she tries.

Day 2-4, October 25-27
Though she's always been good at archery, practicing at the fitness center no longer seems like enough to her. She wants to lose herself in the outdoors and in the woods, be away from everyone and everything in town and alone. At peace. Providing for her family not by working but by hunting. She thinks she knows how to set traps now, oddly enough. And what plants might have an edible component to them.

But she tries to ignore this best she can and keep up with life as normal.

Day 5, October 28
Kitty Archer has a twin sister and a little brother. She has her father. Even if it's missing their mother, she has a family. A family that loves her and needs her and supports her through her dreams. But Katniss Everdeen? Katniss doesn't have any of that. Her sister died because of her actions. Her father had been dead far longer. She's broken and bitter and doesn't know how to trust anyone anymore.

Kitty wants nothing more than to think the girl a figment of her imagination. She's Kitty, not Katniss.

Today, it's easiest to give in to that feeling of hiding in the woods with her archery equipment. She doesn't want to be around others. She just wants her sibling to hold her and tell her things will be alright. But which, she doesn't know. Rachel? Prim? Jake?

It's a horrible game of Real or Not Real and all she wants is for it to be over.

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Robert Archer, above all, is a family man. He utterly adores his children, and despite there being a constant void in his heart from the loss of his wife, he's happy because his girls and his son make his life whole. Unlike Robin Hood, this cursed persona of him is more of an introvert, going outside only when his children express an interest, when he can have fun with them and do things with them. Never for any other reason.

He's proud of the archery skills Kitty has picked up, and despite living in a nice home, they still live off the land in a way, with Robert often preparing and cooking with the game his daughter has hunted. It's cleaner, they know where it's come from, and they tend to have enough meals to last for days this way.

When she comes home, she'll be greeted with the aroma of freshly baked bread and warm apple pie. He's waiting until she's returned to get the stew made.

She always worries about Peter whenever she leaves work. He's been in such a rough state since his wife left him. All Kitty wants is for her boss to be happy. Happy and taken care of, with a woman that deserves him. That won't leave him for whatever the reason. It's not a crush. She refuses to think of it as a crush or any romantic attachment of any sort. Any good person would be concerned about their employer.

Really.

But for all her worries, there's always a sense of relief at the end of the day when she gets home. Because from this point on, she can be with her family. And that's what really means most to her, more than anything in the world.

She inhales deeply when gets home, smiling brightly at the smell of bread and pie. Her father's been busy, hasn't he?

"Dad?"

"In here, sweetheart," he calls out, and that's his cue to get the stew made completely; it's the type that will certainly keep and reheat well for leftovers, but he wants it to be freshly made for their meal tonight. There's not much left to it, with the carrots, potatoes and celery nearly cooked through. The meat won't take long, and so he puts the lid on the pot and lets it come to a boil.

"I always love the sound of you coming home."

"You say that to all of us kids, Dad," Kitty responds as she enters the kitchen, a slight blush on her face. He so easily could have shut down after the death of their mother but Robert had hung in there instead. She'll always be thankful for that. To lose one parent had been hard, but Kitty can't imagine trying to lose them both at once. She doesn't want to. "I've heard you. It doesn't matter if it's me or Rachel or Jake."

She smiles brightly at him, walking over to hug her father and place a kiss on his cheek. "But we all love hearing it."

"I do, yes, but it never stops being true," he says firmly.

That hug, though, is the best thing, and he'll never stop being grateful just to feel it. His children mean absolutely everything to him, they've always been the bright spot in his life, especially since the loss of their mother. Responding in kind, he hugs her tightly, then kisses her forehead.

"It's getting quite a bit colder these days, so I thought stew, warm bread, and pie might be welcomed. I hope you have an appetite?"

It doesn't matter how many slices of pie Rachel tends to bring her during lunch, she always manages to work up an appetite when at work. One of the benefits of having a job that involves a lot of physical activity. It gives her an excuse to usually eat as much as she wants.

Food has always been one of her favorite things.

"Do you even have to ask?"

"Good point," he chuckles softly.

The bread is still warm, so he grabs a bread knife and slices a few large pieces for both of them, plopping it down on a plate and grabbing the butter, and a knife.

"To tide us over until the meat's cooked through," he gestures, waiting for her to go first before he butters some bread up for himself. "Tell me how your day was, love."

She does her best to beat her father to the fridge, not wanting him to have to do all the work. But her father's quick, like always, and she smiles and gives in, making herself utterly useless in the kitchen. She much prefers it to be the other way, actually doing something and helping her family. But she's almost certain that if her father got his way, none of the three Archer children would have to work a day in their lives.

She loves him so much for that.

And that makes it almost easier to busy herself with buttering up some bread for both of them than admit how her day's been. Because today's been... weird. Almost as if she's living someone else's life lately.

"I was late for work today."

When she butters up bread for both of them, he just smiles softly, because it's so much like him. Even something simple like that, she wants to do and help with, and he's always been the same way; her father's daughter, certainly. But then she mentions having been late for work, and he frowns slightly.

He's not upset, he has no reason to be. He's been late to work before.

But it's more the question of why she was late that has him worried.

"It's happened to all of us on occasion. Any particular reason you were late today, though?"

"I thought it would be fun to take a detour through the woods." She says the words slowly, as if thinking over each and every word she chooses. A frown crosses her face for a second and she bites down on her lower lip. She's not so good at talking about her emotions, not even with her twin sister.

And there are a lot of emotions up in the air today. All around town, it almost seems.

Katniss places the current piece of bread on the plate and picks up the next. It's better than meeting his gaze. How long has it been since she last spent time in the woods like today? Since before her mother died? "I lost track of time."

He's not trying to scrutinize her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but when she speaks, his eyes linger on her for a moment before he takes a bite of bread, chewing thoughtfully as he lets that sink in, wondering what compelled her to do that today.

Perhaps it's something simple, just a need for fresh air to clear her thoughts. Perhaps it's more complex.

"Is everything alright?"

She shrugs, unsure of the answer herself. She can't think of what might be wrong, but regardless, it feels like something is. It's hard to vocalize, to put into words exactly what she might be feeling. But something feels different today.

It's a feeling she's learning to dislike. Very, very quickly.

"Something feels... strange today. But I don't know what."

He's noticed it, too, but hasn't thought on it for any length of time. He's been busy around the house, his thoughts preoccupied with chores and cooking, and what his children are up to. But now that he has time to slow down and think, he wonders what it is, exactly.

Setting his bread down, he steps forward, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Whatever it is, we're here together now, and I fully intend to pull a few good smiles and laughs out of you before the night is over."

Here it's safe, here it's warm... [OPEN]

Oct. 26 :)

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