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 waves his hands in the air, frustrated, because defining these things to a robot that is not programmed to lie even on behalf of its patients seems fruitless. Finally he struggles back into a sitting position, the heel of his palm pressed to his temple trying to ward off an oncoming headache.]
You can't tell her anything, okay? In fact, I'd rather we not see her tonight at all.
[He has to figure out what to do about this black eye so she won't see it, first.]
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I will not approach Aunt Cass about the situation and I will try to avoid her.
[However, if she does start asking questions, he'll offer up the correct explanation, which isn't what Hiro wants at all.]
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He waves at Baymax negligently.]
Fine, fine. Just pick me up and get it over with.
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Going in through the garage is probably a safe bet, she's likely gotten used to all sorts of strange noises coming from it while Hiro works on one project or another.
He nods and gently scoops Hiro up. This is one of the things he's been programmed for, if a patient is unable to move, then he's designed to be able to safely carry them where they need to go.
Baymax makes sure to hold Hiro at what he believes is a comfortable angle and his air pressure adjusts so that his patient isn't sinking into his skeleton. It probably feels something like lying on a giant balloon or pool raft.
Once he thinks that they're ready to go, he takes off towards the Lucky Cat Cafe, going as fast as his stubby, round legs can take them.]