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

[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.