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bakerstreet2015-02-16 05:53 pm
hastily) wrote in bakerstreet2015-02-16 05:53 pm
they are the hunters, we are the foxes - and we run
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.
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?
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.
- 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.
annie | the hunger games
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Peeta is, rather helplessly, lost.
He's having a lucid moment at the time. He's mostly sure Katniss isn't actually a Mutt even if he still doesn't understand what apparently had him so devoted to her. Afraid to find out if we're being honest. He's lost so much of himself, what if he loses what parts of him he's recovered? His own skin doesn't even feel like it belongs to him, the selective photothermolysis used to keep any trace of a beard from growing out in the arena has yet to wear off. He doesn't know if it ever will or if the Capitol was simply planning on manually giving him stubble or a beard later on should they decide it would be aesthetically pleasing for him and his 'character'.
Probably for the best. They wouldn't let him shave like he is. They still have him restrained most of the time.
Because being handcuffed and lost is really the icing on the cake. His hands are in front of him so it could be worse. He's pretty sure they're going to drug him when they find him though. Maybe he deserves it. He carefully makes his way through the backway tunnel as quietly as possible and tries to remember how he got down there. He can't. Maybe he attacked a security person? There's blood on his knuckles but it looks like his own.
Peeta could die down here, alone, in the dim lights. Just sit down and not try to find anyone. It would be simple. Peaceful even. He stops where he is.
He calls out instead.]
... Hello? Is anyone else down here?
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Still, one must expand horizons and Annie knows that she ought to orient herself with this complex. She hums under her breath, running her fingers along the smooth, curved walls, lifting her hand only whenever she passes a door or a person, not wanting to initiate physical contact with anyone else just yet. Her eyes are wide and she greets people with a gently, shy smile upon passing, her hair in her face, her feet bare on the cold, metal floor. It's too cold, but if she keeps moving, she'll stay warm.
Hearing a voice, a voice she can place, that she has heard many times before, she pauses, holding her breath. Her heart seems to stop because she knows that voice. Seconds pass before she eventually peeks around the corner, first just her eyes and her hair appearing before eventually revealing herself, lifting a hand. ]
Me. Hello.
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He smiles, reflexively. The one that pleases crowds and puts people at ease. He used to be able to do it whenever he wanted, as easy as flipping a switch. Now it works on its own, coming through like the weather at its own whim.]
Thank goodness. I thought I was going to die alone down here.
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Peeta Mellark. [ She isn't especially assuaged by his smile, but she still returns it in kind, her own more genuine, despite her tentativeness. ]
Don't know where I am either. We should go back to the clinic, you and I.
also voicetesting!
but she's never been the gracious type.
there's something wrong here, and she knows she's not the only one who feels it. but there's nowhere to discuss this kind of thing and anyone who should hear it is focused on katniss fucking everdeen and trying to get her boyfriend to a place where he won't murder her on sight. she shifts on her bed, the needle in her arm pulling uncomfortably, and turns towards the only other occupied one in the room.
she doesn't know if she has the same thoughts, she doesn't know what they can do about it if she does. she doesn't even know if she's awake, but she has to know whether or not she's alone with how she feels about this place. ]
Annie?
voicetesting victors club!
[ She's taking it one step at a time. Nothing can trump the utter and complete joy she feels, being out of there and being here; even if here still worries her, at least she has Finnick and that's all that matters to her right now. How lonely she felt, when he had gone, bereft when Mags had died. Annie had no one. Now she feels she has all that she needs.
It isn't that simple, but she wants it to be. It has to be.
Her lips curve into a hazy, tentative smile when she rolls onto her side, and she pushes some of her hair away from her eyes to see her properly. ]
brb making us badges | sob this is awful i'm sorry
Have you slept?
short tags are ok, darlin!
She shakes her head in response to her question. ]