ғuɢιтιvɛ [Private RP]

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[Sorry I haven't replied, my life's been busy. School has begun again and well, I don't live on CS. I'll try get a post up soon]

[ιdєитιтy]

[Sorry I haven't replied, my life's been busy. School has begun again and well, I don't live on CS. I'll try get a post up soon]

[School's back for you? Wow. I have another month.

Take your time.]

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It was raining. Not a dreary, dull rain, but a rain that just washes away all the pain and suffering, replacing it with something of relief. That was it, sheer relief. For someone like Jake Tyler, it also meant freedom. It had been, well, forever since he'd felt the rain on his face and now he stood in the never ending rain, looking back at the building that had been his prison for almost eighteen years. It felt odd to now be standing on the outside, looking at the prison like building. But the feeling of being free for the first time in his life overwhelmed him. He had done it. They had done it. Jake and Chris.

It had been a fairly spectacular exit out of the Asylum, the doctors and employees had all been called to a important meeting and without thinking, they didn't leave anyone to watch out for the escapees. It seemed a bit odd that they didn't think of such a thing but maybe after so long of intimidating their patients they thought that there was no trouble. Boy, were they wrong. It was the one moment they lost their biggest experiments, freaks even, the gifted ones that obviously meant so much to them. To think that just a few minutes ago they were sitting in their blank, dull 'bedrooms'.
However it had been quite a spectacular show, the two of them working together to put things together. Chris had read the thoughts, telling Tyler exactly when and where to go and he had looked into the future, seeing what would happen. He had seen and felt it to be a great success, but sometimes, his visions weren't a 100% accurate so either way, it was a huge risk to take. They'd planned it so carefully, the stealing of the keys and the escape route out of the building. It ended up with them running down the gleaming white hallway, alarms sounding, their faces beading with sweat whilst they grinned, screaming inside as they ran down the hallway. It was still to risky to be yelling and screaming inside the actual building. Then, with a slamming of doors, they burst into the open, running through sheets of rain and through the gate they had stolen the keys to. Then, they had ran down the muddy, dirt road, until instincts had told them to stop. It was only then did they look back on their prison, a wild expression on Tyler's face. They had done it.

And now, as they stood out in the rain, Jake looked across at Chris, giving her a wide grin, unable to wipe it off his face as he watched her lift her arms up in the air, calling out with sheer joy. Sharing the joy, he tilted his head towards the sky, running a hand through his hair before he giving a slight jump on the spot, throwing his fist in the air. "We did it!" He yelled, as if he was calling out to the Asylum, laughing in their face. With a sudden woop, he ran towards Chris, lifting her up in a joyful bear hug before setting her down again and shaking his head, hardly able to believe it, droplets flying out of his soaking wet brown hair. Then he just stood there, in the rain, wearing his mid-wash jeans and tight black t-shirt that had been supplied to him, both of with sticking to him with the moisture.
For the first time since he'd escaped from the Asylum, Tyler now examined his surroundings. It was hard to see through all the rain but he could faintly make out the shape of tree's bordering the area, a few buildings which must have belonged to the Asylum, and a dirt road that twisted and winded along for a several miles. There was a large tree to his right the was fairly tall and he guessed if they couldn't make it out of there they could make refuge in it for the night. There was distant rumble of thunder and out in the distance, he could just make out the flashes of lightening as the great storm came towards them. The worst was still to come.
He guessed it was also true for them as they were now on the run from the Asylum, lost and wanted experiments. It was a bit of a let down, as they hadn't thought of a plan for after they escaped but at the same time, just to get out of there was the main focus.

That's when it came to him. His senses numbed and he stood in the one spot, unable to move as if he was paralyzed on the spot. Images flickered before his eyes, giving him a brief vision of what was coming. From what he saw, there were employees and doctors all over the building, holding guns, and guarding other patient. Some, on the other hand, were headed towards something of a car park. The image was faint but from what he saw he could make out a wide variety of vehicles: Mercedes, vans, Land-cruisers...
With a slight jolt, Jake swayed a bit on the spot, blinking hard as the image faded away, and he was brought back to reality. They hadn't started the lookout yet, but it was due to start soon. Turning towards Chris, rather stiffly, he answered in response to his question. "Now, we leave," He said, his eyes hard. "Follow me."

Turning on his heel, he walked towards a clump of buildings not too far away, which, from his vision, he saw to be the car park, and technical buildings. He went fast, but stayed low, trying not to be seen, just in case. Eventually he stopped by the wall, leaning against it. He turned around to Chris. "I have a plan."

[Sorry, I power-played a tiny bit at the end. But only then, so I could get there]

[ιdєитιтy]

[Ha, it's okay.

I'll post in a minute or in the morning. I'm low on muse..]

[ιdєитιтy]

Just as a shred of joy had slipped from Chris' mind, it was replaced as she was swept up in the friendly embrace from the joyful Jake. Chris laughed and smiled wider, knowing that even the quiet Jake was enjoying the moment of freedom-even if it was in the rain. 
As Jake had before, Chris was tempted to call out to the Asylum. To say that two important experiments had escaped their grasp, even with all of the security that had packed the walls, ceilings, and doors with. To say how they underestimated the strength and brains of two young adults, who could probably still be called kids. No matter how old they got- or maybe just Chris. She hated knowing she was going to be an adult. It was the greatest tragedy that hung in the back of her mind and was brought up with ever quiet birthday.
Instead, Chris just laughed a bit more. She felt a little breathless all of a sudden, like the energy she had used up on the great escape was slowly crawling into Chris' reality.
Turning her head, Chris caught Jake's expression change, and knew what he was up to. She'd seen it a bit- him having the visions of the future. Chris had found it fascinating how someone could predict the future, whether it was accurate or not. It was just so cool.
When he came back from the slide show of the near future, Jake announced they had depart from the area of road they had been rejoicing in their victory and triumph. It did rain on Chris' metaphorical parade a bit, but she knew they would have had to go eventually. It wasn't like they could stand there smiling all night and all of the next day. They would surely get caught or creamed by oncoming traffic- which was pretty rare around these parts.
Just as Jake has instructed, Chris followed him with wide brown eyes full of curiosity. It was time to start the initial 'run' that would turn them into the actual Fugitives. The escape had just made them some missing subjects that the Asylum probably figured they could regain within the next twenty-four hours, when they ran away into hiding for who knows how long, that's the real deal. But seeing in the distance, Chris doubted they would be on the run just yet. 
Diving behind Jake, Chris wiped some wet hair from her equally drenched face, and looked on in the same direction as him- or what she could see chins the wall they leaned on to stay hidden from all the Asylum's all seeing eye. Or maybe it was eyes. 

A very devious grin formed on Chris' face when Jake declared be had a plan.
"Sweet!" Her voice was almost shrill with growing excitement that almost made her dance wildly on the spot. "What is it?" She asked over the rain, peaking a bit more ahead of him at the newer surroundings. 

 [I'm leaving tomorrow night for a near two week long trip, so I figured that even with low muse, I had to get a post up.]

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Jake didn't answer Chris's question to start with as he had turned, poking his head around the corner to look. It would have been impossible to notice him in the rain with his black hair which was usually spiked up, flopping down in front of his eyes with driplets of water trailing off. Either way he wasn't taking any risks - as soon as he saw someone he ducked back behind, putting his back to the wall.
"Now," He said, not making eye contact with Chris but having a faint sense that she was listening "Here's what we're going to do. There're guards sign-posted everywhere with guns. Machine guns, revolvers, tasers, 50 cal' snipers if you please. What matters is they're armed. These ones in this area haven't been alarmed about us yet but they're about it be in about, oh, 3 minutes or so. They're going to spread out, some in vehicles, some on foot, all armed and dangerous." He paused, checking back around the corner and quickly looking back through the vision before speaking again. "They're also going to get some of the 'experiments' and use them to find us, so I advise that we stay hidden, eh? Anyway, we need transport, some way to get us out. From what I've seen, they're using helicopters too so nothing sneaky will work. We need something - not oversize - but so big and indestructable it wouldn't matter if we'd be seen. There's a shed about 100 metres away full of trucks. We should go there first. Yay or nay?"
Jake didn't know what it was but he always in these situations acted with a bit of humour. He wasn't dead serious which seemed fairly unusual for someone like him.
Somewhere behind him he heard footsteps and he signalled to Chris to - not shut up - but move in closer and press herself against the wall. His heart pounded against his chest, threatening to come out. This was it. He wasn't going to give in and let them catch him, not this time. He'd been there too long, experienced so much pain and suffering not just to him, but to Chris and all the others around him. If he didn't make this one, he was out. Gone. Finished. Never before had he wanted something so badly.
Staring out around him, Tyler remained utterly silent as the footsteps came forward. Then suddenly they stopped. He tensed waiting for the sound of bullets or the beam of a flashlight on his face, but nothing came. Frustration was coming over the usually calm Jake but just as it mounted, the footsteps started again, this time heading in another direction. He stayed pressed against the wall for longer, just until they were gone for sure. When he was sure they were gone, he glanced around again before slowly releasing his breath. He gave a quick, fertile glance at Chris, an eyebrow raised.

"So," He breathed, "picked up anything? Any ideas?"