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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.

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[ it's so rare for him to be on this side of the partnership.

normally, control center is his with the numbers and figures in front of his fingertips. he's the analog interface, deploying information in manageable chunks for his team to chew. so now that the tables have turned, he can't help but feel a little lost.

the airport bustles, and somehow that only makes him more nervous. everything he'd just left behind clung to him, static electricity that makes his hair stand up. and his team have skills like he's never seen before.

but he has nim, and he knows she'll help him keep them safe by keeping him away from them. or at least he can hope. hardison jams the bluetooth into his ear. ]

Hey. You there? I got some serious, here...

[ the flight hadn't yielded any sleep, and he only had so much instruction. this is their contact spot, but he can't help the paranoia clawing at his throat. it doesn't help that he does not speak portuguese. ]

Whether or not she was actually present at the airport was anyone's guess, but she was definitely on the other end of the line, and had at least some idea of where he was in the space, especially given as her first instruction was: "Breathe." She sounded calm enough, years of volunteering on a suicide hotline could give a person that kind of stability in a crisis, or could hone what came naturally.

"We don't want customs to decide that maybe you do look suspicious after all and bring you in for questioning. In through your nose, out through your mouth. You're going to be fine. With me in your ear you've as good as got an invisibility cloak."

She either had really good hardware, or she was somewhere much quieter, no background noise on her end, "Now once you're with me for sure, did you check any luggage?"

"No, just carry-on." Air rushes from his lungs as he tries to do what she asked. He's bad at chasing the panic away, and it always helps to have outside influence to remind him not to hyperventilate. His chest heaves as he takes another deep breath, nodding.

"I've been teaching Eliot." How to use the systems he set up; how to track the team in case anything happened. It'll be tougher, considering Hardison left his earbud in a glass of water back at the office. Another deep breath; he doesn't want to think about that.

"And he knows people. He's the one to worry about." Because he's resourceful but also because this is what he does. Finding people.

"Noted. I'll keep feelers out, but so far you're in the clear. Keep breathing." There was a shuffling of papers on her end, quiet enough that it might have just been a page-turn, or closing a file, "Can you see the fish tank from where you are now? It's on the ground floor, between the international and the local baggage claims."

She still sounded totally calm about the whole situation, not necessarily blase, or like it wasn't a big deal, but confident enough in her own abilities that she wasn't worried yet, "You'll want to stick on the domestic side." And, in case he needed the translation, she added: "Doméstico. Once you get there, stay there, watch the fish for a minute until I give you the all clear to head outside like you're going to get a cab."

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

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