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Johanna paused for a moment, trying to quickly gather her thoughts - or rather her excuses. She immediately recognized the tone in her father’s voice, knowing full well there wasn’t much of a way to talk her way out of this. “I uhh…” She stammered, before biting her lip. He shouldn’t be awake at this hour, she knew that he needed to be at the barracks early the next morning, it’s why she had planned on sneaking out tonight of all nights.

Well, shit.

“I thought I heard one of the horses, like something had spooked it.” The teen spoke with confidence she didn’t feel, “So I went to investigate. I suppose it was my imagination because there wasn’t anything.”

"Okay, I know this looks bad…"

"Ye’ve got thirty seconds tae explain yerself. I suggest you speak quickly," John said, addressing his daughter in a tone that suggested he wanted no cheek from her.

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The Living Pitcairn Children

In order:

Annie Pitcairn

Catherine Pitcairn

Johanna Pitcairn

Thomas Pitcairn

William Pitcairn

David Pitcairn

Janet Pitcairn

Alexander Pitcairn

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"You're already hurt for Christs sake.." The girl muttered, before glancing down at the floorboards beneath them. Luckily, they had found a small abandoned house to duck into for the time being. "Thomas, I've told you; I'm not leaving. I don't care what you say. If anything were to happen to you..." Shaking the thought from her mind, Johanna sighed. "I'm not going anywhere."

@prankingpitcairn

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"I'm not going to be able to leave without you. Besides, I could distract them easier. I'm always the distraction, remember?" She forced a small smile, despite being so afraid of their pursuers. "Just...just either go get dad while I distract them or deal with the fact that I'm going to stay and we can do this together."

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Johanna jerked free from her brother’s grasp, mainly in a form of defiance than anything. “You’re going to be the one who gets killed if I’m not here.” She responded flatly before shaking her head. “I’m not leaving. I can’t leave. Get the fuck over it and instead of being mad at me, watch my back and I’ll do the same.”

"Save yourself, I’ll hold them back."

"Are you being serious?" She asked, "I’m not leaving without you."

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"I’m not going to! Either we both stay, or we both run. I’m not doing anything else! Pick one before they get here, Thomas!"

"Save yourself, I’ll hold them back."

"Are you being serious?" She asked, "I’m not leaving without you."

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"And I said that I wasn't leaving without you! You're not going to be able to do this by yourself!"

"Save yourself, I’ll hold them back."

"Are you being serious?" She asked, "I’m not leaving without you."

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"Save yourself, I’ll hold them back."

"Are you being serious?" She asked, "I'm not leaving without you."

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The girl snorted and shook her head, tapping her foot lightly against the ground. "Fine, if you can help me get something that's easier to run around in, I'll change. Do you have something in mind that involves running?"

*grabs her from behind and tries to pick her up* Hey Jo!

Johanna made a squeaking noise of surprise as her twin grabbed her, a large smile instantly spreading across her face. “Thomas!” She laughed, trying to look at him over her shoulder, one elbow playfully nudging him. 

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Sentence Starters { Protective Version }

"Watch out!"

"You could have been killed!"

"Run! Hurry up, go!"

"Save yourself, I’ll hold them back."

"Leave me here! Go! Hurry! I can handle it."

"I promise I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you."

"They better not have laid a damn finger on you or I’ll [insert threat]."

"I swear, if they so much as breathe next to you, I’ll knock them out.”

"I’m not leaving you here!"

"And let you get yourself killed?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"I don’t trust him/her. They seem off."

"I’m saying this for your own good!"

"Don’t worry. I’ll protect you."

"I don’t want to lose you! You’re all I have left!"

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Felicity: An American Girl Adventure (2005)

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"Ah, I am, actually." Johanna gave the girl a small smile. "My brother, Thomas. Shorter than me, blond hair. Really loud. Have you seen him?"

+1

"Ciao, signoria. Are you searching for someone?"

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"But I have it so I can wear it!" Johanna smirked, crossing her arms. In truth she wasn't a huge fan of the dresses she had that reminded her of something Catherine would wear. Too many layers in her opinion. Thin simple dresses, that's what she liked.

*grabs her from behind and tries to pick her up* Hey Jo!

Johanna made a squeaking noise of surprise as her twin grabbed her, a large smile instantly spreading across her face. “Thomas!” She laughed, trying to look at him over her shoulder, one elbow playfully nudging him. 

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Johanna instantly took a few steps away from Thomas, forcing him out from under her skirt with a laugh. "So what should I do, steal some trousers from mom?" She snorted, shaking her head.

*grabs her from behind and tries to pick her up* Hey Jo!

Johanna made a squeaking noise of surprise as her twin grabbed her, a large smile instantly spreading across her face. “Thomas!” She laughed, trying to look at him over her shoulder, one elbow playfully nudging him. 

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"Get off, get off, get off, get off, get off!" Her voice got progressively louder, though the amusement never leaving her tone. Smiling, Johanna locked her foot around his ankle and jerked, trying to make Thomas lose his balance. "What would you suggest I wear then?"

*grabs her from behind and tries to pick her up* Hey Jo!

Johanna made a squeaking noise of surprise as her twin grabbed her, a large smile instantly spreading across her face. “Thomas!” She laughed, trying to look at him over her shoulder, one elbow playfully nudging him. 

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