open post } { shippy shenanigans

[iluvroadrunner6]

1. Pick a character of yours.
2. Pick a character of mine you want something shippy with and put that in the subject line.
3. Pick a prompt of whatever fashion and put it in the comment box.
4. Hit submit. I will start a shippy thread for said pairing.
5. Profit.

I mostly lean towards M/F and F/F, and all my OCs are bi. My muselist hasn't been updated in over a year, but it's mostly accurate! If you have any questions, hit me up on plurk or discord. Wheee.

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[goes_by_a_code]

[She knew that Derek hada point. There was no way to outrun the hunters without a car.

Shaking her head, she looks towards him.]

We might have to steal one anyway.

[epistemic]

[Either way, they'll see when they get there.

Which happens to be in another ten minutes where a coin flip determines that ... it is not. Or it is, but there are definitely holes in the tires.]

Okay. Time to get creative.

[goes_by_a_code]

[Of course they will. Well, shit... blown tires is never a good thing. Especially when it could mean life or death for them.

So there's an annoyed huntress, definitely.]

You see anything else around, Derek?

[She does, however, see something not that far from them. Unfortunately, she's pretty sure it's just a normal bike or a motor bike. The distance isn't all that great for the sight of the potential bike.]

[epistemic]

[Maybe not for a human, but it might be better if there's a werewolf with night vision driving it.]

Motorcycle. It'll at least buy us some distance.

[goes_by_a_code]

[Honestly? It's not the motorcycle that scares the hell out of her. No, it's the idea of running into a hail of bullets. Which she hopes doesn't happen.]

After you, then.

[Or side by side. Either way.]

[epistemic]

[Derek darts forward to the motorcycle and straddles it quickly, and it doesn't take much to get it started. He revs the engine to life, and then waits for her to climb on behind him.]

[goes_by_a_code]

[All of this? The adrenaline running through their system was something else. She never thought there'd be a day where they were running from so many people.

Moving quickly over to the motorcycle she climbs on, arm going around his waist. She knows that she can't really use her bow if they get into trouble here, so she won't try.

No need to die before they get out of there though.]

[epistemic]

[And off they zoom, heading off into the night, having survived this encounter for now. /scene]