Sooner or later

[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.

SOURCE hastily

Comments

Princess Allura | Voltron: Legendary Defender | ota

[lionessofthestars]

*{ooc: S6 Compliant! Please mark spoilers or let me know if you do not wish them.}

Han Solo || Solo

[runningscams]

natasha romanoff — mcu.

[fsb]

[switchhits]

[ He ends up in Romania, long enough to get himself an apartment. It's cheap, criminally so, and he pays the old landlady in cash and favours. She's half blind but fierce like a wildcat, and tells him that as long as he doesn't wreck the place she doesn't care what he does. It says a lot about the neighbourhood, but maybe that's why he likes it; the reminder of another place he called home.

Bucky papers up the windows so nobody can see in. He puts a mattress on the floor and a sleeping bag on top of that. He hides his backpack under the floorboards, just in case, but the place looks mostly abandoned from the outside and everyone minds their own business. He doesn't have any mirrors, but there aren't really any corners, because it's one room and a toilet. It's good. Smaller than the last apartment he'd paid for a lifetime ago.

Today, he's exhausted. A week of restless sleep, if he had any at all, but he tries not to spend too many days inside. His body gets restless, like his mind. It starts making him feel trapped and itchy. But so far he hasn't had to stay hidden; he hasn't seen anyone on his six since he left Prague, so having the freedom to go to the market every Saturday is— nice. He browses the notebooks, but he's still working on the one he has so he passes by for the fruit stand where he picks out a handful of peaches for his dinner. When he holds them to his nose they smell juicy and fresh, the kind you just bite right in to, and he marvels a little at how he can feel kind of excited about the prospect of having them later. He wonders if Steve liked peaches. Bucky knows he liked strawberries.

When he leaves the market he has his fruit and some potatoes dangling from a bag in his left hand. He matches the pace of the locals, something he mastered in his first week. Nobody pays much attention to him unless he looks at them directly, but it's safer that way. Safer for him not to be noticed, and safer for them not to notice him. ]

frank castle | mcu

[doles]

Loretta | D&D OC

[call_me_captain]

[Perhaps someone's hunting Loretta?]

Krolia | Voltron: Legendary Defender | ota

[bladings]

(( S6 Spoilers are fine, but I can also avoid them if you'd rather! ))

Casey ~ OC ~ OTA

[local_sexpert]

mad sweeney | american gods

[blarneys]

Poe Dameron (AU) ∞ Star Wars

[reluctantjedi]

[ 'On the run' is pretty much his AU, so. Canon and cross welcome. Equally open to being joined on the run by friends or being chased/hunted down by foes. ]

rapunzel | tangled

[watcheslanterns]

snow white | mirror mirror

[madeofmore]

layla williams | sky high

[alwaysgreener]

[feellikeshowingoff]

[not your canon pyrokinetic, but he's got style?]

Markus | Detroit Become Human | OTA

[diplomats]

[100% flexible on timelines or specifics; default mode is pacifist turned revolutionary agitator]

[rk800connor]

[ooc ~ Connor became a deviant. Failed revolution. The last few androids are being hunted??]

Lance | VLD

[podproblems]

[ s6 compliant, though no matter how many seasons pass he's probably never gonna be Great at being on the lamb ]

[St.] John Allerdyce | X-Men Movies | OTA

[feellikeshowingoff]

Re: [St.] John Allerdyce | X-Men Movies | OTA

[boom_queen]

...they should run, blow shit up, and steal everyone’s stuff.

Dr Angela ' Mercy' Ziegler | Overwatch | OTA

[watching_over_you]

Mr. Wrench | Fargo

[deafhitman]

Molly Hooper (BBC Sherlock) - Open

[wealldosillythings]

kaito kuroba | magic kaito

[obtain]

[whitefeathered]

((Hi! Would you like an Aoko?))

ravus nox fleuret ( final fantasy xv )

[formerprince]

( gently voicetesting still. )

takashi natsume (natsume's book of friends)

[infringements]

(open to discussing prior cr!)

Lorna Dane / Polaris / Marvel

[magnet_girl]

Rinoa Heartilly | Final Fantasy VIII

[angeliquerebel]

oh sangwoo | killing stalking

[cuts]

[ see journal for warnings. open to all. ]

[ex_apricots766]

(please bear with this being long, and take all the time you need. i was just getting things set up.)


[This is the second time in under half an hour Alois and Sangwoo are looking at each other tonight. The younger sitting on the parking lot ground just behind the other's car, holding a partially peeled orange he shouldn't have. It's also the second occasion of coincidence: it's not as if Alois knows whose car it was he decided to tuck away behind. To be fair, Sangwoo had conveniently parked it, even if he wasn't aware that someone would try to hide behind it later. Given the events prior, perhaps it isn't hugely surprising.

Earlier, at the convenience store located nearby, after a down pour of rain (scarcely drizzling by this point), they'd briefly encountered one another the first time. Fawn of a boy soaked through, in loose white tee, and dark jean shorts, and tattered black stockings, it took him considerable effort to enter. Someone coming or going startled him around the corner, but his days long hunger persisted vehemently, and finally drove him inside. Even this was something of an ordeal, because now that he was in, and among strangers who could covertly be working for the underground, he found himself frozen.

Effort had become not fleeing again, obvious in the way he'd flinch whenever someone passed by him—an inevitable possibility, seeing as he was paralyzed on the welcome mat, receiving looks of both perplexed curiosity and concern, though no one spoke to him and he spoke to no one else. Still, having a drenched, underfed, and by the looks of him, battered child standing in front of your store can't be good for business, and within a minute the clerk behind the counter was interrogating him. Move out of the way, what's his problem, can't he speak, is he dumb, is he mute.

Mustering up some courage, he approached the counter, extending a thousand won bill, as pitiable looking as he, he found in some puddle. What's he want him to do with it? Youth pointed to an orange. He's a little short, even for that, was the answer he got. But the boy didn't budge, save for extending the wet bill further, more urgently.

Clerk stood abruptly, agitated, said he's pissing him off, get out of his store before he calls the cops. And for good measure, threw the open box of assorted gums at him. It was more the mention of the police than the chucked cardboard that had Alois darting down one of the aisles, however.

He had only gotten down it part of the way, not looking where he was going, before colliding into the person whose car he'd be hiding behind later. Fabric of clothes aside, he'd almost have guessed he had stumbled into a wall instead, but no, when he stepped back to look up, it was a man. Young, not old at all, light hair on top, dark on the bottom. People could grow that tall? And Sangwoo got the same treatment as the rest of them, defaulted fearful, owl eyes, and youth sidling the rest of the way around him, trying to keep space. Then, he vanished behind another aisle near the back of the store. For some minutes or more, that may have seemed the last of him.

But, spurred on by his frustration for every contemptible adult he'd ever known, witnessed or not, the boy grabbed a can of soda from its cold, glass display. Marched back to the front of the store, and slammed it upon the counter. Even if not seen, surely the hissing spray of the can's eruption could easily have been heard, shooting soda in the clerks face, who was already screaming a furious hey! The true last of Alois in the store was clerk fumbling to snatch him by his shirt, and he, himself, snatching orange he coveted, before racing out, quick as anything.

Now, again, here they are: Alois, who's been in hiding at least four days on the street, and the college-aged Sangwoo, who just so happened to be in the same store, who has nothing to do with him. One sitting looking up; one standing, and looking down. The orange in his hands isn't yet peeled enough to eat, but Alois doesn't pluck at the rind anymore. He's squeezing it, though, in his anxiousness, as if prepared to hurl it at him if he has to. He stares at Sangwoo with open, blatant suspicion, like some animal coiled to spring away at the first wrong move. It's not as if either of them have sought each other out. It's a series of coincidences.]

ryo asuka (devilman crybaby) (ota)

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