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

[bulldoginnit]

[ The mission had gone sour. Eggsy had ended up beaten and bloody, stranded in northern Argentina. His glasses had been smashed; he knew they wouldn't broadcast anymore. But he also knew that some 100 miles away, there was a Kingsman safe house in Bolivia. If he could get there, he could send a message to HQ. And they wouldn't have to drink that godawful brandy for him.

It took him days to hitchhike and trek through the wilderness. At one point he'd had to double back to make sure he wasn't being followed. But he made it. It's barely more than a shack, but inside there's a distress beacon. He activates it, sending his coordinates out into the air. And then, because he hasn't eaten or slept in days, he passes out. ]

[ex_reprehend80]

Galahad—?! [ the signal activates.

eggsy's been off the radar for hours now and to say merlin's worried might come as quite the understatement. since the — let's call it — renovation of the kingsmen, his priorities have shifted tirelessly. roxy and eggsy, their latest recruits, had taken to the life of a kingsman in a way that made this job look downright simplistic. the latest galahad, the latest lancelot, and he, what they considered an acting arthur, were working night and day to ensure the discretion of the kingsmen, and keep present with the tasks as they came.

there is, of course, oftentimes a minor snag such as this. the temporary dislocation of a kingsman agent merited both panic and immediate call to action. and while lancelot traced the field, merlin did all he could from the uk branch, working with countless cups of tea ( a mug narrowly missing the edge of his desk at the sound of the distress beacon ) and massages of his temple. ]

Come in, Galahad.

[ he rubs his fingers down the length of his jaw, heart sloshing pressure about his ears. the signal's week, but he instantly starts to work on sending out a stronger reception. ] You had better have some good news for us, son.

[bulldoginnit]

[ There's a voice. Eggsy can hear a voice and if he tries, he can let it pull him back to consciousness. Blinking awake, he remembers where he is and why he's so cold and tired.

And there's the voice again, Merl-- Arthur's voice. Eggsy lets out a tired laugh. ]

No good news. Mission's a bust, an'... Christ, I'm hungry. Does this safehouse have a sandwich?