On the run [entrance - closed]

[powerdealer]

Seth pushes his way through the crowds with surprising ease - his new-found power lets him glide right through where he should be knocking people over. His entire body hurts from running, his heart is pounding painfully in his chest, and every time he accidentally phases through another person, he feels his energy draining.

He ducks behind a corner and leans against the wall for a second, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He needs to get out of here, get as far away as possible, but if he keeps going like this, he's pretty sure he's gonna collapse within five minutes. Being locked up for months doesn't do wonders for your endurance, clearly.

Getting this far had been surprisingly easy, once he had gotten his hands on this power. The rebels didn't know he'd be able to use a power they made him take from someone, so they weren't too careful about who they let him get his hands on. When he got the power to walk through walls, he took his chance as quickly as possible, slipped out from the cells, and into the common areas. Thankfully they'd dressed him in pretty simple clothes, so he didn't stand out too badly, and most people down there don't know what he looks like. Every time he needed to get through some security, he'd slipped through the wall instead of the doors.

Now he's out in the subway, but he knows he can't stay here. He needs someplace to hide properly, or they'll find him and take him back.

He wipes some sweat from his brow with his sleeve and pushes himself away from the wall, despite the protests of his thighs. He'll go up and out - it'll be easier to blend into the crowds, and more escape possibilities than on the subway.

Writer's block [open]

[stronglikebear]

Sometimes Yuri wonders why he goes on freelancing as a writer. He doesn't need the money; he could live alright on the allowance the rebels give him, and it's not like there's ever an end to the work to be done around the base. It's kind of like being back in school, facing a deadline on an essay. At least, it's like that when he's not having fun with it...like now. He shouldn't have accepted this job writing consumer guides, because now he has to sift through a bunch of stuff about an online dating service he's never heard of and try to turn it into something readable.

He decides he's been staring at his computer screen for way too long when he realizes he's been on the same sentence for ten minutes. Grumbling to himself, he shuts the little laptop down and gets up to stretch. A circuit of his tiny room leaves him feeling only more restless, and with a slightly guilty backwards glance, he tugs on a jacket and slips out the door. It'll still be there later; the deadline's not that close, right? And in the meantime he could use a walk.


[ooc: Characters can run into him in the rebel base, near the entrance to the base, in the park, wandering around a random subway station...pretty much anywhere he could get on foot.]