On The Run *Private RP*

Kendall blinked. "On spot, really? You're not even waiting for my uncle?" he asked, and turned around, his hands togethor. Before the man could do anything, he took off running, threw the door open, and ran faster then he ever had in his life. The front door was not an option, maybe there was a back door somewhere? The police were already after him, where could he - ? Oh, ****, people were taking notice....
 
{A rose... Do you like? Be honest!!!! c:}


"Stop," Cat began. "Just follow me." She saw a tree, running as fast as she could towards. It was very well covered. And it didn't have any alarms on it. Well, she kinda knew that already. She had been here before on a trip when she was in fifth grade that two students in every class won. She climb the whole thing, all the way up, not even bothering to look if Sophie was behind her. She caught a glimpse of Kendall running as fast as he could. "Wow," she muttered to herself. Kendall was literally running as fast as he possibly could. She went down the tree as fast as she could when see saw Kendall one hallway from a door.
 
(Not really............sorry.)


The officers popped up, they were not expecting him to run. "Come back here, boy!!!!" one officer yelled as he ran after the bratty teen.


Sophie didn't argue, she followed Cat up the tree. She was herd the officer yell, but didn't dare look back, she was way to scared to see if kendall had gotten caught. After reaching the top he looked at her sister "Cat, how long are we going to stay up here? What if the see us?" she asked, worried. She was very nervious and scared, she felt like she was about to thtow up.
 
(It's nice)


Kendall cursed and dashed around a corner. He wanted to yell something witty back at the cops, like No way! but he was going too fast to even look blink a second too long. Looking around fraqntically, he found a door. After yanking on it, an alarm blared. There was no time to close it and find another door, so he dahed through it and dove into a collection of bushes. Kendall held his breath and waited a the police earched frantically. He needed to run again, or they'd find him.....
 
Cat began, "Naw, they won't find us. We'll only stay up here until Kendal- Oh look, there's Kendall. SHHH, stay quiet." She did not move a muscle. The freaking cops were gonna come out of the door than Kendall scurried out of any moment. She quieted herself as a laugh rose in her throat. Kendall looked ridiculous, quivering in the bushes like that. But at least they had not caught him. Yet.
 
Sophie looked at her brother, praying he wouldn't get caught. "Cat, what if he gets caught?" she asked her sister, with out taking her eyes off Kendall. She really did not want to think about it, but when you are in a situation like this, you can't help but think of the worst thing posible. Looking at her sister with tears in her eyes, not daring to cry out hugged her, she needed confort more than ever.


The officer cursed as loud as he could. Where is the boy!? This all just proves he is gilty! he thought to him self. he quickly rounded up all of the security and told the to find that boy!
 
( Aha..ha ha ha...Kendall looks ridiculas shivering in the..Ha ha ha xD Wait..Hey, that's kind of rude!)


Kendal squeezed eyes shut for a moment. He heard the officer curse and gather more people, and he felt like cursing himelf. "Oh, I am in so much trouble," he muttered under his breath, his lip barely moving with the in-audible sound. Slowly but carefully, he stood up and dashed to the opposite side of the parking lot, behind a new bush. Ugh, enough the bushes! He needed to find Sophie and Cat....
 
Sophie saw Kendall hopping from bush to bush. After a while trying to think of how to get Kendall to notice where the are, she tought of a way that could not fail. Grabbing a pinecone and trowing it at his head as hard as she could, she wispered just loud enuff that he could hear "Kendall!" she was very pleased as she saw it ponce off his head.


The officers and security were just about sick of this game. One of them ran outside to see if he could find any sign of the brat. With no luck he went inside. The police station was at a frantic, everyone who could was looking. He might just be a boy, but he was also a murderer.
 
{Heh...


WB, sorry.}


Cat scurried down the tree as fast as she could. "Hey, Kendall! Over here," she screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping Sophie was right behind her. "Come on, lets move, we have to go," Cat began, pulling her older brother's arm. She turned around to see if Sophie was behind her, glancing around the trunk of the tree just to make sure she hadn't fallen or anything.
 
Kendall blinked as a pinecone hit his head. He put a hand on the spot it hit and looked where it had come from - and saw Cat rushing down a tree. She grabbed his hand, shouted something and started running. Kendall cursed and whipped his head around as Cat tugged him on. "Cathie, you idiot!" he found himself snapping at her, using a name for he hasn't used since he was 8. "You got us attention!" He uyanked his arm out of her grip and bolted past her, possibly doubling her speed. It was not a very brotherly thing to do, he knew, but if he arrested, what would happen to his sisters? Besides, there was no way he'd let them get into any trouble.
 
The officer's head popped up as he herd a girl yell. Running out side, he thought to himself with a smirk on his sweaty face. He spotted a glipse of someone running and bolted after it. Only after a minute of running the office dumbly tripped over a crack in the pavment, scrapping his hands and putting a nasty hole in his pant, sucking it up he got up again, ready to catch they brats, but he had lost them "CRAP!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.


Sophie stumbled down the tree, behind her sister, who was thick enuff to scream, when they were trying to hide. After catching up with Cat, she noticed how far ahead Kendall had gotten. Wow. Sophie thought to herself, while watching her crazy brother running as fast as his leggs would let him go.
 
Cat ignored Kendall, turning as she heard the man shout out loud. She couldn't help but burst out with laughter at the cop. She turned, running as fast as she could. She rolled her eyes at her older brother, cursing.


{I leave on Monday guys... So I won't be posting... I also have Wb... Sorry.}
 
(Hey, that's Kendall's station wagon!)


Kendall's shoe scuffed the pavement as he ran. He stumbled and hit his knee on the pavement, but somehow managed to get back up. He saw where Cat was going, towards a rusty car, and ran to her. Looking around, he threw the door open and jumped into the driver's seat. He felt the ignition for the keys that weren't there. Setting his jaw, he threw the control pad(????) open and got to work, scraping plastic coating off wires and clicking them togethor, his chest heaving tirelessly as he struggled to catch his breath. "Oh, I am in so much trouble..." he muttered again, hoping Cat and Sophie were getting their asses in the car.
 
Sophie ran over to the rusty old car and jumped in, thinking to herself how crazy this was. She put on her seatbelt and looked around the car, seeing a baseball cap on the dirty floor of the car, she grabbed it "Kendall, put this on." she said, as she handed her brother the braves hat. While Kendall did whatever he was doing, Shophie sat quietly in her seat.


The officer ran and called some other police stations and told them to look out for the brats.


(I will miss you,Odd. We need to hang out tomarrow, if you can.)
 

{Jabberwocky19, As I cannot play soccer, I am sure I shall be able to hang out tomorrow. WalkingDisaster, I apologize. I edited my previous post.}


Catarina ran towards the rustic station wagon that Kendall spotted. She leapt into the passenger's seat with a loud thud. The car was in atrocious shape. She asked loudly over footsteps, and policemen, and policewomen hollering, "Kendall, out of all cars, you choose to steal a rustic station wagon!?"


She spat in revulsion. There were plenty of other fancy cars. Why, out of all cars, would Kendall steal a rustic station wagon!? She looked over Kendall's shoulder, only to see Sophie schlepping herself towards the rustic station wagon.


She looked as if she were about to collapsed in exhaustion. She felt for Sophie. Sophie absolutely did not have to go through this situation. Nobody should.


As Sophie leapt into the rustic station wagon, she immediately asked loudly, "Sophie, are you okay!?"




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(Ha ha, it's no problem. I'll miss you, have fun)


Kendall connected the last wire, and tried to shift the car into drive. It worked perfectly. "Because, Cat...why would....some rich...kid steal a fancy....car? I drive....a...porsch, come on," he explained, closing his door and turning the wheel to get on the road. He found himself barely able to talk, he was so tired. Gasps for air broke up his words. "Is...everyone oh....okay?"
 
"Besides the fact that my dad just got murdered, yeah I'm okay." Sophie found herself spit at Kendall. She didn't mean to have attitude, she was just so frustrated and confused, she just snapped. She curled up in the dirty seat. she wanted to ask where they where planning to go, but he didn't think they knew, either.
 

{I shall buy both of you something. What would you like?}


Catarina deeply exhaled at Kendall's words, letting him, and Sophie know that she was drowsy, and exhausted from running. She wished that she could be tucking Sophie into her soft, warm bed. After many attempts at sleep, she could not. She peered out of the rustic station wagon's passenger window.


It was becoming dark. She spoke softly in an emotionless voice, "Kendall, may we stop at a gas station? We must buy the essentials." The words she had spoken were the most sensible words she had spoken during the whole day.


She peered over her shoulder, hoping to find that Sophie was sleeping.




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(I like snow globes...But you don't have to get me anything, really =))


Kendall took the hat and held the wheel with his knees, slowling down as he pulled the hat down considerably over his eyes. "And I'm fine, too. Thank you, Phee Phee," Kendall snapped back. His chest was still heaving, and his knee hurt with his lungs. It was probably only scraped, but he had never been more uncomfortable in his life.


"Yeah, we'll stop soon," he told Cat. "Just let me get off the freeway. Let me go in, okay?" He closed his eyes, then remekmbered he was driving and opened them again. Kendall was a very good driver - he usually let people in, went the allowed speed limit and hated reckless driving. Mostly, though, because of his porsch. Now he was driving a bucket of scrapo metal. His friends are always wanting to take his car, because it's so nice and expesive, but he rarely lets them.
 
Sophie felt a bit bad for snapping at Kendall. In one day, he lost his dad, was blamed for murder, and stole a car much, much less then what he was used to. But, at the same time, she also lost her dad, and now her brother really WAS in trouble. "Do you guys know what time it it is?" she asked, wondering how long they wre in the stupid police station.


(Sorry, dead muse on aisle 4....


Get me nothing, I command you!)
 

{Jabberwocky19... maybe... maybe not... WalkingDisaster, I shall buy you a snow globe.}


Acknowledging that Catarina heard Kendall, she nodded. She hoped that Kendall would stop at a gas station soon. She was drowsy, exhausted, and hungry from running. She felt for Kendall.


He was going to have a long night, driving the rustic station wagon. She observed the car's seats. Surprisingly, the leather was not ripped. She would clean the rustic station wagon's seats once they stopped at a gas station.


She would feel a bit bit better once the rustic station wagon was tidied.

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Sophie sighed, she wanted to cry, but was to shocked at what had just went down. She brushed off some dirt from her seat and curled up a little more. "Kendall, can we stop soon, I'm starving?" she asked quietly, she needed something to eat, she had only eaten and omlet all day. She wished that her dad had taken a break from work that day, maybe if he had done that, he wouldn't be dead now.
 
Kendall sighed. "I just answered you, we'll stop at a gas station once I can off the free way. I need gas anyway...Cat, do me a favor. Look around for some money - glove compartment, under the seats, I don't care," he asked. He turned his left blinker on to switch lanes, and checked to see if it was clear. He turned the wheel gently to the left, only to jerk it back to the right. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! honked the car whistling past them. The driver cursed and shook his fist at Kendall, then said to his passenger something about idiot teenage drivers. "S-sorry!" Kendall called drowsily. He was way too tired. "Okay, we'll stop in a minute," he said, decding he needed some rest.
 

Catarina grasped the glove compartment's handle. She attempted to open the glove compartment, but it was locked. She began in a cold, icy voice, "S-", but remembered Sophie was in the rustic station wagon with Kendall and her. She kicked the glove compartment as hard as she possibly could with the last bit of energy she had, breaking it.


She quickly sifted sloppily through the glove compartment, discovering a manual for the rustic station wagon, plastic packets containing forks, knives, and napkins, and a wallet. She quickly opened the wallet sloppily. She discovered a driver's license, and two credit cards, which she threw onto the rustic station wagon's floor, and money. She excitedly spoke, "Kendall, I-I found two hundred fifty nine dollars!





Yes!" She hoped that was enough money for the essentials. She began creating a mental list of what she needed to buy. She bended, looking under the rustic station wagon's passenger seat. There was a sliding plastic box.


She grasped the sliding plastic box's handle, sliding it out. There was a large wad of cash being held together by an elastic band. She smiled, and she began counting the large wad of cash. She excitedly spoke, "Kendall, I found more money!


One hundred dollars! That equals... one hundred dollars plus two hundred fifty dollars... three hundred dollars!" She had to admit, math was the only subject she had trouble with. She was jerked suddenly into the passenger window as Kendall turned into a lane, and jerked back into the one they were in.


She thought, Kendall, *h**, be careful! She rubbed her head. She had been hit pretty hard.




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"Sorry!" he said. "You oka - 300 dollars! We are in so much trouble...Okay, om...Who wants to go to Vegas?" he asked, deciding that $300 was only enough fr food and gas. They needed a hotel - they needed dozens of hotels. He refused to sleep in the car. Not when he slept on cotton every night. Nope. The car he could handle, but if Kendall couldn't sleep comfortably, he couldn't sleep at all
 
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