Cause a rabbit will run, and the wind takes a bird where it blows

[madreen_rua]

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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[liveasmyself]

[ooc: I was wondering if you'd like to do something with Mina's universe and the "grabbing someone's hand and running" scenario you list in your comment. Would you be up for that? Maybe something supernatural is pursuing them? If that works, starter is below, feel free to switch it up!]

[A runaway on the edge of a strange town, someone talking to her--much less grabbing her and towing her along--is one of the last things Ray expects. For a split second, she's frozen in terror, thinking that she's about to be dragged back home. But no, that doesn't seem the case, and this woman doesn't look like a policeman or soldier from back home anyway.

Ray catches her balance and tries to propel herself along as quickly as possible.]

Why?! What're you--?

[She decides to save her breath for running. This person'll answer her question or she won't, but Ray figures that it's best to save her energy either way.]

[raisedgrimm]

[ooc: She does have a habit of getting in trouble with the supernatural types.]

"I'll explain once we're inside!" She kept herself between Ray and whatever was on her own tail, keeping an eye out for anyone else, relieved to find that the streets were still deserted as they had been earlier in the evening.

She wheeled around a corner, catching Ray's shoulder again and propelling he forward once more, pointing to the motor home under the light in the empty lot, "That's where we're going." Upon reaching it she only barely fumbled with the keys, wrenching the door open and urging the girl up the stairs, slamming the door closed and locking it behind them, making sure the shades were down, "Keep low." She said, a little out of breath, motioning to stay below the level of the windows, "Move to the back."

The motor home was definitely well lived in, looking like half a library wagon along one wall, the passenger side, the driver's side was all enclosed cabinets, aside from the kitchen space, and the back was the living area itself, small, with a bed and a bench seat and a door that presumably led to the facilities.

"I'm Mina." She said once she'd caught her breath, "And sorry about the rush, but you don't want to be out there right now."

[liveasmyself]

Ray nearly tumbled into the motorhome, but she made it. They made it. Ray crouched down as directed, glancing between the windows above her head and the face of the person who just rescued her.

"Mina," she repeated with a nod. No 'nice to meet you' right now, unfortunately; she was too rattled. "I'm Ray."

"Why?" No, there was a better question. She still didn't have a handle on what was going on, but she'd heard things when they were out there, enough to clue her in that their concern was a something, probably. "What was that thing?"

[raisedgrimm]

"Wild dogs." She replied, the lie an easy one. It wasn't, strictly speaking, untrue. The Wild Hunt was at least as dangerous as a pack of wild dogs, and was easier for most people to believe.

"It's why we needed to stay low passing the windows, so they wouldn't see the movement." She'd settled on the floor, leaning back against the bed, "They'll be out of range pretty soon." A pause then, brow creasing, "Do you have anyone you should call, let them know you're alright?" She didn't suspect as much, but in her experience, it was always good to check.

[liveasmyself]

"Dogs?" That was just dogs? They must be fiercer than any she's ever seen before. "...I see." What happens if they see the movement? She thinks she can guess.

Ray sits on the floor as well, tucking her legs up under her.

"No, there isn't anyone. ...Was there anyone else out there? Will they be okay?"

[raisedgrimm]

She shook her head, "Everyone else was already inside." She'd made sure of that, and had only gotten caught out herself because she hadn't realized the time until she'd heard the baying.

Which started up again then and she grimaced, voice dipping again to little more than a murmur, "Wild dogs, yeah. Not the feral ones, but something like it." Feral dogs could, usually, be bribed with a treat or some attention as long as one was careful, the Hounds of the Wild Hunt could not, even a little.