Running Free! - [Closed, mercifully]

[allmhadadh]

...a little too free.


The opportunity was one he couldn't afford to miss.  It wasn't that he was convinced quite like he was before that he was in mortal danger, but Scotty and confinement didn't get along.  For that matter, Scotty and any kind of vulnerability didn't get along.  Being vulnerable was the worst state he could be in.

Unfortunately, he went from the proverbial frying pan and into the fire.

The shower wasn't hard to sneak out of, and the guards had been convinced by his not-false modesty that he should be given some space.  He really wasn't faking it.  Even though he had to deal with crowds in Basic, his natural state was kind of on the private, shy side of things, and so it made him anxious to consider having a bunch of guards watching him in a shower.  They, probably convinced by his age and the fact he was only just over five and a half feet tall, had moved off.  They might have felt guilty about the ever darkening bruises all down his arms, too, and probably a good number elsewhere from where he was manhandled back to the brig.

He hadn't actively considered escape, though, until after he was clean again and had happened to notice how easy it would be.  Namely, crawling across the bottom of the shower room, under the doors, until he reached the vent shaft at the end of the room.  So, he did that.  Quickly, quietly.

He managed to escape into the vent, and did quite a bit of climbing and crawling before, inadvertently, he came across a vent opening not strong enough to hold his weight.

By then, naturally, he could hear the guards shouting.  Heard them quite clearly as he fell through the opening, hanging on for a split second before his hands slipped and he landed with a really painful thud, right on his ass.

Right in the middle of a corridor.

A very well-lit corridor.

At that really bloody bad luck, all he could do was groan, scramble to his feet and start running away from the sounds of boots coming through the corridors with his face on fire and the rest of him on display.

Comments

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Fuckfuckfuck I have to get away it hurts it fucking hurts--




--What the fuck?

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Considering that he's being chased by guards, he bolts past the guy cussing, looking kinda frantically for just about any room he has a chance in Hell of getting into. One, for the sake of modesty and two, to hide.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

...


Okay, so that's not weird.




Dude, come back! Do you want my jacket or something?

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Well! That pulls his attention back to the guy formerly cussing. He scrambles back, both eyebrows up in that sort of puppy-doggish imploring look. "If ye could? And d'ye know anywhere t'hide? Quick?" He's not usually one to take help, but then, he's not usually RUNNING AROUND BUCK NAKED ON A STARSHIP, either.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Here, man, feel free. Cover up.



Uh, I'm kinda new here, but- I'm, uh. Used to hiding a lot. Come with me, dude. There's this place near hydroponics Hikaru thinks about sometimes. It's not far.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

The sounds of the boots squeaking in the decks are getting louder and he hastily manages to wrap the jacket around the important bits, tying it off and grabbing Harold by the arm to drag him around another corner before gesturing. "Lead on?" Because those boots are getting way too close for comfort.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Gotcha, man, no problem--

Oh, wow, I'm guessing that big bunch of angry sounding footsteps are meant for you? Don't worry, I know the feeling. This way, man.

[ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com]

Spottacus froze. She had not been expecting to see Harold, let alone a half-naked... Scotty?

I'm never going to get to my room, am I?

"Harold? ...Scotty? What the hell?"

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

He startles at his name, looking at this person he's never seen before with wide eyes. What the Hell was it with everyone knowing his bloody name on this ship?! But hey, if she knows his name, maybe she's amenable to doing a bit of distraction; he fakes it. "We're just doin' some runnin', aye right? Testin' security's efficiency. Feel free t' hold 'em off."

Naturally, he doesn't think she will... but it's worth a try. He grabs 'hold of the other lad's arm again and takes on off in the direction he'd been pointed in, thankfully not dripping everywhere anymore. Mostly.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

God, I thought I'd never have to do this running from cops shit again-


Okay, gotta remember- Hikaru's head's full of pain and Pavel right now, it's not easy-


We turn here, and then right again up here, dude. Not much, but people don't know it, and we can hide.

[ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com]

Spottacus whipped around and saw Security. Oh hell, I never get to adventure.

"They went that way!" she frantically pointed down a different hallway. As Security charged in the opposite direction, she turned and pursued the two men. Chasing after Pavel so much is worth it now

She turned a corner, and saw them up ahead. "Harold-" she cried, but was interrupted when her boot slipped. She slid and cried out as her arm cracked against the side of the ship.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

He knows he'll still be screwed if he doesn't find a tricorder to hack before they turn the internal sensors onto him, but for now, he just wants to find somewhere to stop and look for clothing. And he's still half-starved. But he follows Harold's directions... until he hears the woman who covered for them fall.

Scotty winces and he thinks about running on, but... well, he's a gentleman. He goes back and offers his hand, a bit breathless and apologetic. "Sorry..."

And kinda prays she doesn't go and yell for the guards when she sees that he's apparently not who she thought he was on first glance.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

C'mon, we don't have much time-

Oh shit, is she okay? We gotta go, man, hurry!

[ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com]

Spottacus groaned. She looked up at Scotty-but-not-Scotty and took his hand, pulling herself up. She glanced at her left hand - it burned - but no time to look at it yet.

"It's okay. C'mon, Harold is right, Security is gonna realize I lied soon."

Wincing, she tucked her arm to her side.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Both his eyebrows go up at the whole 'lied for them thing' and he gives her a still-breathless grin (the first one he's given anyone since he came into being, unwittingly) before heading in the direction Harold pointed out and ducking into the small... linen-closet type thing? That was filled with plants.

This ship's insane.

But immediately, he starts looking for a tricorder.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Heh. Hikaru loves this place. Found it a while back, nobody put anything in it, so he thought he'd hide a few extra plants and some sun lamps in here.


Dude, do you need this? *motions at the PADD he's holding*

[ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com]

Spottacus followed them into the alcove. She sniffed. She had to admit, she never liked plants that much. She preferred zoology.

Still, some of them smelled nice. And some of the flowers were pretty.

She sat down by the wall and looked at her arm. Her wrist was already starting to swell, and was an angry red color. Clearly broken. Damn.

She looked up at sort-of-Scotty. "What's going on?"

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

He glances at the rather curious device Harold is holding and then shakes his head. "No, I need a tricorder." Finally he finds one, though, probably used by Sulu to check on things and starting prying the case open along the seams with his fingernails. Manages to break one, curses softly under his breath, then goes back at it, glancing up at the woman. "I dinna know myself, ma'am." Then he pauses, eyeing her wrist, frowning. "Are ye a'right?"



[[OOC: For everyone's sake, I'm not typing out the heavier Doric-Scots. So, just assume that yes, his accent's heavier than the older TOS!Scotty's and he speaks faster.]]

[ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com]

Spottacus frowned. "I'm fine. Wrist is broken, but it'll be okay." Assuming I can get back to medbay sometime soon she added mentally.

"What do you need a tricorder for?"

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

"Ye should prob'ly go to sickbay, aye?" He'll move himself and Harold when she does, just in case she changes her mind about him, but it's clear that her suffering bothers him a bit.

Still, he has something to do at the moment. And he goes back to working on the tricorder, back case off, moving wires around. "And I'm usin' this to put out interference t' cover our biosigns from internal sensors." He flips it back over, eyes narrowed in concentration, and starts tapping at the interface on it. "Unless they figured it out."

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Dude, I hate to break it to you, but as soon as Hikaru gets a hold on his emotions, he's going to know where I am. I don't think he'd want to tell, but- uh, duty and all that.

[ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com]

Spottacus shook her head at sort-of-Scotty, "I'll be fine. I've spent enough time down there recently, I need a break." She smiled at him.

"I probably shouldn't help you with that. Me and technology don't really mix well."

Spottacus turned to Harold. "Duty? Did something happen between you and Harold?"

[ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Should be "between you and Hikaru]]

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

It's not what's happening with me and Hikaru. It's Pavel.

I, uh. Felt like a real asshole standing there while they- well. You get the idea.

Couldn't watch anymore, so I took off. Ran into our friend, here.

[ensgn-spottacus.livejournal.com]

Spottacus nodded. "I'm sorry, Harold."

She wasn't quite sure whether to be happy for Pavel or sad for Harold.

She turned again to look at sort-of-Scotty.

"You're Scotty. Sort of. How did you get here?"

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

"Still dinna 'ave an answer to that, ma'am," he replies, gesturing to Harold's PADD and looking up with the guy nice enough to save him in the hallway the first time. "C'n I borrow that? I wanna try somethin'."

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Be my guest, dude.

*motions vaguely toward Spottacus* Lookalikes have got to stick together, I guess.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

After Spottacus has to leave, Scotty gets back to hacking things together -- now he's wiring the tricorder to the PADD, hands swiftly moving between the internals of the two objects. "If I c'n find a way t'use the network on this," pauses over the PADD, "...and the scrambler that's this..." over the tricorder, "I might be able t'keep us from bein' tracked anymore. Maybe."

He connects the final wire and then the lights go out.

All over the deck.

"Bloody Hell."

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Fuck!

Hikaru's going to kill me, I think some of these plants need light all the time-


What the hell did you do to have them chasing you, anyway?

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

"I dinna know!" His voice has jumped up a little bit in pitch and volumn at the 'oh SHIT!' thing he just did. He tries unplugging the tricorder and the PADD, but... well, it doesn't work. And he winces. Lots. "I'm sorry, Harold. Maybe they dinna need light that bad?"

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

No. No, I'm pretty sure I'm fucked.



*sigh* Whatever, it's cool. No problem. Paying it forward.


You don't know? I know the fucking feeling. *motions to the tangled mess of electronics* Anything I can do to help?

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

Illuminated with nothing but the tricorder and PADD glow, he shakes his head. "I'm thinkin' we might need to go runnin' again."

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Of course. With the running. Again. *pinches the bridge of his nose*



Okay, I can do that. I've got a sketchy working knowledge of this boat, so tell me what you need, I'll see what I can find in Hikaru's head, okay?

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

"Clothes. And the shuttle bay." He nods, smartly, picking up the tricorder. "Clothes first, though."

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Clothes. Okay.


Replicators make clothes, I think? I don't know, Hikaru mostly just gave me his old stuff, it but it seems right.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

"What's a replicator?!" He's starting to sound worried. Probably expecting someone to open this door and haul him out by his throat at this point. No doubt the power surge or whatever he created would originate here, biosigns visible or no.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Uh, I think it makes food. Usually. Sorry, I'm trying to root around in his head pretty far away and without tipping him off, it's not easy-


Oh, wait! I think- some of the guest quarters use a generic lock code that Hikaru knows. Come on!

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

He flashes (get yer mind outta the gutter!) another quick grin at Harold, then follows him out, tricorder offering some very weak illumination in the very dark corridors.

[haroldlee.livejournal.com]

Okay, I think I know the way-

I hope I don't fuck this up.

[allmhadadh.livejournal.com]

He just follows along so that they can duck into the first non-locked room they can find.