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gumi_reloadedDate: Sunday, February 5
Time: Late afternoon-early evening
Place: New Meiji lower district
Characters: Kenshin
Kenshin leaned against the shadows of a doorway, sucking in sharp breaths, his arm numb to the cold which slid like knives under his thin shirt. His arm ached. He wasn't far enough. Only a few blocks. He could still here the sirens from the cafe, but he'd lost who had been pursuing him, for now. He lifted up the tablet with a shaking hand, flipping open his messenger bag to root for the thumb drive. He only had so long before they wiped it. A few minutes at most. He grabbed the thumb drive and sunk into a crouch, leaning his back against the door as he tapped around the tablet.
A movement and he jerked his head up. A cat jumped off a garbage can and came over to him. Scrawny and scabbed it pressed against his leg as if begging for food. Kenshin scratched it behind the ear and then looked back at the tablet. All he needed was a suspect list. Locked. Phone tracing program. Locked. Everything locked. All needing a password which he didn't have. Didn't have time to get. There was so much information and he couldn't even get to it.
Damnit! Kenshin slammed his fist against the glossy surface and then threw the tablet against the brick wall. The cat jumped and bolted. Kenshin clenched his teeth and ran a hand through his hair. Of course the cop wasn't an idiot. Only he was. He couldn't even get-- Why had he even thought that.
"I heard a noise. Over there!" A voice said. Shit. Kenshin darted forward, grabbed the tablet and shoved it in his bag, before springing at the low wall that divided the alley and then over it. He was pelting down a side street. The buildings here were too tall to jump from this height. There were no doors he could break into. Most of them opened to kitchens or the back rooms of stores which would mean people.
He had to go somewhere! He couldn't run around New Meiji covered in blood. They would find him. He would kill them all before they took him back. His stomach twisted at the thought. Brown streets red with blood. Blue and white uniforms torn, spattered red. He swallowed.
No. Not now. Not when he could avoid it. (You can't run forever.)
Time: Late afternoon-early evening
Place: New Meiji lower district
Characters: Kenshin
Kenshin leaned against the shadows of a doorway, sucking in sharp breaths, his arm numb to the cold which slid like knives under his thin shirt. His arm ached. He wasn't far enough. Only a few blocks. He could still here the sirens from the cafe, but he'd lost who had been pursuing him, for now. He lifted up the tablet with a shaking hand, flipping open his messenger bag to root for the thumb drive. He only had so long before they wiped it. A few minutes at most. He grabbed the thumb drive and sunk into a crouch, leaning his back against the door as he tapped around the tablet.
A movement and he jerked his head up. A cat jumped off a garbage can and came over to him. Scrawny and scabbed it pressed against his leg as if begging for food. Kenshin scratched it behind the ear and then looked back at the tablet. All he needed was a suspect list. Locked. Phone tracing program. Locked. Everything locked. All needing a password which he didn't have. Didn't have time to get. There was so much information and he couldn't even get to it.
Damnit! Kenshin slammed his fist against the glossy surface and then threw the tablet against the brick wall. The cat jumped and bolted. Kenshin clenched his teeth and ran a hand through his hair. Of course the cop wasn't an idiot. Only he was. He couldn't even get-- Why had he even thought that.
"I heard a noise. Over there!" A voice said. Shit. Kenshin darted forward, grabbed the tablet and shoved it in his bag, before springing at the low wall that divided the alley and then over it. He was pelting down a side street. The buildings here were too tall to jump from this height. There were no doors he could break into. Most of them opened to kitchens or the back rooms of stores which would mean people.
He had to go somewhere! He couldn't run around New Meiji covered in blood. They would find him. He would kill them all before they took him back. His stomach twisted at the thought. Brown streets red with blood. Blue and white uniforms torn, spattered red. He swallowed.
No. Not now. Not when he could avoid it. (You can't run forever.)
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Date: 2012-04-14 12:14 am (UTC)Where was he? Near Namaka Station. He could see the sign just a few feet away. Kenshin went toward it. Not stopping. His heart thundering in his ribs as his vision blurred and swam. Voices echoed. He had...he had a safe house...on the JR line. To..Toyamitsu station. That was it.
He took the escalator, only because the stairs were fuzzing in front of his eyes. He felt sluggish. Sleepy. He needed coffee. Espresso. Wasn't supposed to take it.
Sleep, damnit, Shishou said in his head again. And he would... When it was safe... Maybe...
He bought his ticket, though it took him three tries and as he watched the money be sucked into the machine, he blinked at it and wondered where he'd gotten it.
Oh...right. Salamander. That...that man. And Rat. Yes. Rat was important. He took his ticket and went through the turn style and waited for the train, trying to stand as straight as he could.
So...tired. He needed...
But no if he got...if he got espresso he wouldn't... Someone jerked his sleeve and he jerked on them, his right hand twitching and the man jumped back, apologizing in a series of bows. Kenshin blinked at him and then noticed how close he was to the track. He must have...fallen asleep.
Gritting his teeth he wrenched his arm purposefully so a jolt of pain seared through him, spiking his sluggish adrenaline.
Come on, he thought. He needed something to focus on. Something to... to fix his mind on. A thought occurred and he pulled Salamander's phone from his pocket, flicking through the contacts. Names. Pseudonyms. There were over a hundred people in here. The black and grey of the screen blurred together and he had to blink to keep them in focus.