they are the hunters, we are the foxes - and we run

[hastily]

the ON THE RUN meme


Sometimes, these things happen. Sometimes, you're in just the wrong place at just the right time, or you've made the wrong (or right, depending on your intentions) person mad. Sometimes it's better for everyone if you just go. Sometimes there isn't time for good-bye.

LOST
You've managed to lose yourself somewhere out there, for whatever reason it was. Maybe you took someone with you (willingly? not?), or you found someone else who needed to disappear as badly as you did. You're in your car, or a cheap hotel, or a house by the side of the road. What else can you do but watch, and wait?

FOUND
It could have been as simple as being glimpsed at the 7-11. Your phoneline wasn't as secure as you thought. You locked eyes with the wrong person across the room. Now the house of cards is collapsing, and maybe not just your life, but the lives of everyone you love could be in jeopardy now. The walls are closing in, and your arms are giving out.

RULES
- post with your character's name and canon. if you have an on-the-run AU, or scenarios you might want to play out, mention them here.
- find others. tag them.
- and then, run.

Comments

Hiro Hamada ► Big Hero 6

[bigdamnhiro]

[Might require some kind of a bad end AU tbh. Went back to bot fighting after his brother died, or killed the masked man, or something like that.]

[bahalalala]

[Usually Hiro is home by now, usually he's tucked in bed and ready to sleep at this point in the night.

But, tonight, he isn't. At first, Baymax was only slightly concerned, after all, teenagers need 8 to 10 hours of sleep each night and there was still plenty of time for him to get in on the lower end of the scale.

However, as time stretched on, Baymax's worry increases to the point where he tops off his batteries with a quick charge and then he heads on out into the city to look for Hiro.

It takes some time for him to spot his patient, he had used his scanner to look down alleyways until he found the right one.

He's not liking what data he's picking up from Hiro and wants a visual confirmation of what he's observing.

As fast as his inflated legs can take him, Baymax waddles down the alley, calling out for his patient.]

Hiro?

[bigdamnhiro]

[Hiro is fifteen and a half, and he's grown some, but apparently not enough to be a match for some of the more volatile roughnecks that run in the bot fighting rings. Tonight, he'd run afoul of one who didn't take kindly to his tearing up the brand new bot the guy had custom ordered from a shop somewhere; which is how he ended up down this alley, propped against a dumpster, hiding out of sight where they won't find him. He's just catching his breath.

Well, that's a lie. More like he can't walk. He twisted his ankle when some goon grabbed him and threw him down, and while he managed to squirrel his way into an escape - not without a black eye and some painful throbbing around his ribs that probably indicates deeply purpling bruises - he only made it about a block before the ankle gave out on him completely.

He doesn't know why he even goes bot fighting when he barely derives any pleasure from it anymore. Maybe because it's a convenient distraction; he can throw himself into it, work and work as hard as it takes to be the best fighter in the rings, and as long as he's focused on this it numbs the dull, empty ache in his chest that his brother left behind. This way, he can stop thinking about it for a little while.

It's been more than a year, but it still hurts.

For a while, he just leans against the dumpster, resting his eyes and hoping nobody finds him here, until his name gets his attention. His eyes snap open; groggily he glances around the alley, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound through vision that's not too good, what with the swollen eye and all.]

Baymax?

[bahalalala]

[Time heals all wounds, but it seems that not enough time has passed for Hiro's to completely recover. Baymax knew it would be a slow process, especially after everything his patient had been through the past year or so.

Baymax's scanners pick up all of his wounds and even before he reaches Hiro, he's already processing the best way to help him. Unfortunately, all of his wounds just need ice and rest in order to heal.

He toddles over to his patient, looking down with concern.]

I am here, Hiro.

You are suffering from a periorbital hematoma, several moderate to severe contusions on your thoracic cage, and an ankle ligament injury, all of which are treated with ice and rest.

Are you able to walk?

[He's guessing that Hiro can't, based on the fact that he's holed up behind a dumpster, but he wanted to make sure.]

[bigdamnhiro]

[It would probably help if Hiro was cooperating by communicating properly with Baymax, but instead of answering questions he just rolls his eyes and shrugs slightly. How nice of Baymax, to spell it all out in detail for him, but Hiro's pretty sure he could've just looked at himself and determined he was kinda messed up, and that would've sufficed.

He has this theory - more like a vain hope - that if he rests long enough here, he'll be able to get right back up and walk home himself on his bum ankle. Not to the police station to, say, report that maybe I kinda got mugged but just home, to wallow in the fact he's a reedy little loser who can't take a couple of thugs in a fistfight. He's pretty sure he broke somebody's thumb, though. That was nice.

Muttering quietly under his breath, he tries prying himself off the ground, using the dumpster for support; but just like before, when he tries to put weight on his ankle, it gives underneath him and he collapses to his knees.]

...Guess not. [He rolls flat onto his back and squints up at a Baymax that looks kind of blurry.] M'just gonna stay here a while, okay? You should go. Those assholes are gonna find me again if you keep standing there giving away my hiding spot.

[bahalalala]

[Baymax has gotten used to Hiro's stubbornness, fortunately, the robot is just as stubborn, maybe even more so. Sometimes it was difficult to work with his patient, but he always found a way.

Before he can offer a hand to help Hiro steady himself, his ankle gives out and he's back on the ground.

He looks down at Hiro, blinking.]

You are not able to walk on your ankle. Since you currently cannot walk, I can pick you up and carry you back home.

[The way he says it indicates that that's what he's probably going to do, no matter what protests Hiro comes up with. He'll have to come up with something good in order to dissuade the robot from his chosen plan of action.]

[bigdamnhiro]

[Ughhhhhh. And Hiro's far too tired and beat up to even argue with Baymax. He doesn't want to be stuck here, relying on his brother's dumb nurse bot to get home because he's too much of a baby to walk a couple of blocks to a bus stop or something with a busted ankle.

Maybe he could convince Baymax to just go away and let him be, but that idea suddenly seems so much worse in comparison, and he's not sure why, except that - he doesn't want to be left alone here.

he huffs quietly and drapes an arm across his face to hide. He's too old for crying.]

...Fine. But only if you're not gonna tell Aunt Cass.

[As if he's in a position to set terms right now.]

[bahalalala]

[Baymax is thankful that Hiro's agreed to his suggestion, sometimes his patient could be stubborn and often refused to listen to his healthcare advice.

He nods, blinking as he does so. It's easy to agree to the terms Hiro's set, but he doesn't understand why.]

I do not see why I would inform Aunt Cass of the fact that I carried you home.

[It might come out in conversation, but he wouldn't volunteer the information. Hiro is his patient and he will take care of him.]

[bigdamnhiro]

No, I mean, you can't tell her why you carried me home. Or that you did, I guess, because she'll ask questions. You -

[He waves his hands in the air, frustrated, because defining these things to a robot that is not programmed to lie even on behalf of its patients seems fruitless. Finally he struggles back into a sitting position, the heel of his palm pressed to his temple trying to ward off an oncoming headache.]

You can't tell her anything, okay? In fact, I'd rather we not see her tonight at all.

[He has to figure out what to do about this black eye so she won't see it, first.]

[bahalalala]

[Baymax blinks slowly as he attempts to process this, not sure as to why Hiro's acting so strangely about the matter.]

I will not approach Aunt Cass about the situation and I will try to avoid her.

[However, if she does start asking questions, he'll offer up the correct explanation, which isn't what Hiro wants at all.]

[bigdamnhiro]

[At this point, Hiro will take what he can get, and just...deal with the problem when it comes up. If it comes up. He doesn't know if Aunt Cass will wait up worrying about him, but he sort of hopes she'll just go to bed and make this all a non-issue.

He waves at Baymax negligently.]

Fine, fine. Just pick me up and get it over with.

[bahalalala]

[Baymax had gone out of the house in a hurry, so he hadn't taken note of Aunt Cass' location.

Going in through the garage is probably a safe bet, she's likely gotten used to all sorts of strange noises coming from it while Hiro works on one project or another.

He nods and gently scoops Hiro up. This is one of the things he's been programmed for, if a patient is unable to move, then he's designed to be able to safely carry them where they need to go.

Baymax makes sure to hold Hiro at what he believes is a comfortable angle and his air pressure adjusts so that his patient isn't sinking into his skeleton. It probably feels something like lying on a giant balloon or pool raft.

Once he thinks that they're ready to go, he takes off towards the Lucky Cat Cafe, going as fast as his stubby, round legs can take them.]