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

[lostinthesnow]

[ALSO VOICE TESTING - wanna be voice test buddies? Both end up lost in the maze that is District 13? It's okay he doesn't bite they've tazered him out of it]

[coastals]

( absolutely! all of that sounds good to me. )

[lostinthesnow]

[Let's be honest here - even the residents of Thirteen are probably turned around a lot in the catwalk corridors and steam tunnels of the underground missile silos. Everything operates on a need-to-know basis, including the geography it seems.

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?

[coastals]

[ After refusing to leave Finnick's side for so long, and understandably so, Annie does go off on her own from time to time, to clear her head, to discover more about this place, this mysterious Thirteen. It doesn't feel entirely safe, btu she is thrilled that they can be themselves, that she can openly be with Finnick without worrying about any of his lovers discovering that she is the one who truly holds his heart. He is her world.

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.

[lostinthesnow]

[Annie Cresta, winner of the 70th Hunger Games, won mostly due to evading enemies and being good at swimming. The information surfaces clinically in Peeta's mind. He learned it before, and briefly a memory plays in his head of sitting and watching the tapes of her victory with Katniss. Did that happen? Did it not happen? He can't tell anymore.

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.

[coastals]

[ Seeing him in the flesh, in full view - well, it ought to make her nervous, or at least more nervous than she is. She has seen the Games herself. She knows what he is capable of doing, how much he cares for Katniss. There is still compassion and humanity there she's sure. ]

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.