Charles Bingley (
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bakerstreet2015-02-16 05:53 pm
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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.
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He's gotten used to brief encounters being possibly safe by now - short enough ones that he doesn't have to explain himself in any depth, at least. He's far enough away from the North now and thus from the direct influence of his Noldorin and Sindarin kin as well as Morgoth. Or at least he hopes so.
And the elf who is leaning against the tree at the side of the road definitely isn't Noldo nor Sinda, and he'll just hope that she's not affiliated with the Enemy either. And he really needs news of the path that lies ahead. So have a tall, stony faced elf approach you, wary and weary from the road and dressed in clothes and equipped in general with things that clearly are of fine quality but should have been swapped out ages ago.
"Hail, stranger!"
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Gave a startled cry as she spun around to face whoever had just addressed her. There had been no one here a second ago, she was sure of it. She reached for her sword, glad that her weapon had not been lost along with her horse. Gauntleted fingers curled around the hilt of it, though she did not yet unsheathe the blade from her back.
"Who are you and how did you get here?"
She asked eyes narrowing as she sized him up and noted his fine clothes. He looked as if he could have stepped out from any high class party in Silvermoon. She also noted that his ears were far too short, marking him as possibly being half or quarter elven.
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His own stance is calm, perfectly composed, neither his stance nor his his expression speaking of aggression and fear. All that one might see is a dark, piercing stare from bright eyes, a man perfectly on top of the situation even as out of place as he is (he's good at giving that impression, if nothing else).
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"You may call me Ava. These forests are not well known to me, but I can tell you that the if you take the path eastwards it does lead to an outpost of sorts and that you will be able to take your rest there and perhaps get some new supplies if you are in need."
That had been the direction that she was running before the need to take a breath had stopped her.
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But it really isn't obvious from how she stands there and with an answer to that he could at least consider things.
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