hitchin'

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hitchin'

Going my way? When you find yourself on some lonesome strip of road with no way to get where you’re going, you stick out your thumb and hope the kindness of strangers pays off. It's a hitchhiking meme. Find a lift or offer one.

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as a hitchhiker or a driver. or both.

Hitchers tell your potential driver where you’re heading and see if they're willing to make some room.
Drivers pull over and lay down some ground rules for riding with you.

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on the hitchers you’ll stop for or the drivers you’ll hop in with.

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HITCHERS

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DRIVERS

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Larry Trainor / Negative Man | Doom Patrol

[horticulturalist]

[ Paraguay to Ohio is a long journey and the way he drags his feet looks like he's not expecting anyone to pull over anytime soon. ]

Arthur Morgan - Red Dead Redemption II

[unshakencowboah]

[Could be canon era where you flag down this guy riding horseback (or modern lol), or modern where a worn but cared for covered pickup stops for you and yes that's definitely a shotgun on the ceiling. 20+ only for shippy stuff, OTA otherwise]

Felix del Bosque | OC (Amber Diceless) | More info in journal

[hellride]

[Good news, he'll only hit on you if you're a guy! Children will get lectured on the dangers of hitchhiking, any kind of creep or weirdo could pick you up, don't you know?

The vehicle no matter the setting will always be 1) unbelievably cool and 2) very fast. Car, horse, spacecraft, whatever. He's always dressed just slightly out of place. Ignore the clearly open bottle of alcohol wedged between the driver's seat and the console, and hope the cops don't take notice because also the vehicle is stolen.]

[drakestone]

Eli wasn't an idiot. He'd been told from a young age about the dangers of hitchhiking. He'd seen the true crime dramas on tv. But, like the Outback, the American west was enormous and hitchhiking beat trying to walk through a lot of still untamed wilderness for days on end. In addition to the usual dangers, there was also the fact that he himself was a wanted man, and he could never be sure who might recognize him. Still, he'd take his chances with people over bears, wolves, and mountain lions.

It was getting late, sun was starting to go down, and he'd had no luck thus far - apparently the few cars that had been on this lonely stretch of road had seen those true crime shows too.]

Come on...

[He stuck his thumb out once more as an older truck approached.]

(ooc: Eli is a Marvel OC, his info is on his page, can take him from anywhere in his timeline. Good for shippy or gen.)

[unshakencowboah]

Arthur was no stranger to these long silent roads, didn't mind them in the least neither. Sometimes he'd pull off the road and stop for a smoke, turn off his lights and look up at the sky, enjoying the view that was stagnated in more populated areas.

He still had a few hours before he made it to the motel so he snuffed out his cigarette under his boot and climbed back into the truck to keep on going. He hadn't been back on the road for half an hour when he spotted something in the growing dark.

Knowing full well the next town was quite a walk out here, he slowed down and looked out at the stranger. "Hey there, need a lift?" he asked. The truck was towing a horse trailer but there wasn't anything inside it at the moment.

[Open to either too, anything shippy is 20+ though]

Rose Marshall | Ghost Roads | OTA

[borrowyourcoat]

[A teenaged girl in a too-big coat is working the tables at a truck stop diner, looking for anyone with an empty seat and not too many questions.

Or maybe she's on the median in a green silk dress on a cold night looking both out of place and time.]

[drakestone]

“He’s actually stopping!” Eli exclaimed to himself as he saw the truck slow down. He lowered his arm and waited as the truck rolled to a stop near him.

“Yes sir.” He couldn’t hide a smile; he was worried he was about to have to find a sense of shelter for the night out here. He moved a hand to the passenger side door handle, his eyes shifting to the stranger to read his body language and facial expressions to make sure it was okay, before he climbed up into the truck. “Thank you, was getting worried with the sun going down.” He looked the truck over. Cigarette smoke lingered in the air, not heavy, but noticeable. Truck looked pretty standard, seats was comfortable at the least and he wasn’t out in the wind anymore either. His eyes did catch the shotgun over his head; kneejerk nervousness was pushed aside. Eli told himself that the guy was probably just a rancher, and not some Texas Chainsaw Massacre psychopath or something. “Oh, I’m Eli.” He went for a handshake.

(ooc: Can take him from later in his timeline then and see where things go.)

[unshakencowboah]

Arthur unlocked the door and let the young man climb in, moving his beat up black Stetson off the seat and tossing it in the back. "I'm Arthur" he greeted, friendly it seemed as he shook his hand, his grip solid and a bit rough from outdoor work. "I'm headed to the motel in Valentine, can take you at least that far if that's okay." he said

The truck smelled of tobacco, hay, and horses, the radio was on with his phone jacked in on a personal playlist that seemed comprised of sea shanties and country music.

He noted the glance to the gun. "Just for horse robbers. Be surprised at how many people try to steal them" he chuckled and began to drive again, the purple and orange of the sunset silhouetting the few trees and telephone poles ahead of them.

[drakestone]

He had know idea where Valentine was or what it was like, but he was all for it. "Valentine. Sounds great." He didn't have a lot of money on him, but hopefully enough for a motel room and some food.

A bit of a sheepish smile crossed his face as Arthur noticed him looking up at the gun. "So you're a rancher?" As he'd assumed.

The music wasn't anything he'd typically listen to, yet he did find it strangely relaxing in its own way. "I take it you're not from Valentine either then?" Since he was heading for the motel after all. He had stuffed his pack between his legs on the floor and opened it up to pull out a water bottle. Not wanting to be rude to his driver, he held one out to Arthur in offering as well.

[unshakencowboah]

"Nah, spit mud town, not much in it except the basics." he said "But yea, got a place up north, just sold off a couple horses, heading home but its a few days away so, motel hoppin' is necessary."

He declined the water, indicating an already opened one in the left side cupholder, but thanked him all the same.

"What about you? What you doin' way out here?" he asked, turning his music down so they could talk.

[drakestone]

Spit mud town, Eli repeated the words in his head, enjoying the other's vernacular. He put the extra water bottle away, pausing before answering the question. "Oh, I've just been traveling across America. You know, meeting new people." He left out the part of trying to avoid the authorities.

[unshakencowboah]

"Can't afford a car?" Arthur asked "Don't get me wrong, I enjoy taking my time over the country but walkin' is rough, especially out here"

If the weather didn't get you, the wildlife could be pretty unforgiving. Snakes, pumas, bears in the less flat areas, also the locals of course. He didn't have his gun purely to keep horse hustlers away.

[drakestone]

"Hm? A ca? No." he looked out the window as the sun was vanishing over the horizon and the stars were beginning to appear in the darkening blue sky above. "I typically stick to cities. Buses, Uber. But, not really an option out here." If he really wanted to, he could have attempted to settle long enough to buy a car, and he had honestly considered stealing one on more than one occasion; he was already a wanted man, so grand theft auto didn't seem like that big of a deal. Still, it had apparently been enough to keep him from actually going through with it.

"I've been pretty lucky so far though, most everyone I've met has been really nice."

Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto | X-men

[metalmanipulator]

[He looks tired, a bit worn out like he's been traveling rough for some time now, and....is that blood on his shirt? Apologies if you stopped to pick him up anyway.]

[unshakencowboah]

"Yea ain't seen an uber in years." he chuckled. He went to the city when he needed to but...he didn't often need to considering all his supplies were orderable either right to his ranch or to the local store to pick up. "Well I hope that streak don't run out."

Up to speed, he put the cruise control on, enabling him to just focus on keeping the truck on the road, eyes wandering to the sky. Always a beautiful sight, seeing the sky shift like that.

Yoshitaka Mine | Ryu ga Gotoku

[spendings]

[ You wouldn't think a bright yellow Lamborghini pulls over for just anyone. ]

Kara | Detroit: Become Human

[deathroadtocanada]

[A woman just trying to get the hell outta Detroit, man.]

Wendy Corduroy | Gravity Falls

[kindaruledatit]

[A teenage girl making her way down the road, trying to either get out of or back into Oregon.]

The Conductor | Polar Express

[nevereverletitcool]

[why is there a steam engine here]

[drakestone]

"So, the motel in Valentine, you've stayed there before?" Honestly, he wasn't in the least bit picky when it came to accommodations; just about any bed beat no bed. Eli was just trying to carry on their conversation. Being on the run, he did meet all sorts of different people across all types of walks of life. The cowboy, as he was referring to Arthur now in his thoughts, seemed like the strong silent type. And yes, he did find himself checking the stranger out periodically as they made their way down the long empty road.

[unshakencowboah]

"Yea its a nice midway point. Nothin' glamourous but even a simple bed and hot shower after a long ride is better than nappin' in the car overnight." he said

He pretty much was considering what he did and how he dressed, though he didn't drive cattle, not much need for it these days anyway.

"Where you from? Northeast?" he asked

neal asterly | original | ota

[apophenian]

[ get in losers, we're going ... towards civilization, ok, because fuck these backroads!!! nature and rural shit in general are best in moderation, and your driver is too cute to be out this late someplace someone might be inclined to tell him he's got 'purty lips'. (He KnOWs OK).

your ride's a bespoke black tesla, couple years old and with couple dings. probably blasting t swift or doja cat and/or saweetie.

unless it's creeping along slowly in silence with an EMF reader hanging out the window.

m/m for shippy but gen is <3. ocs also <3 ]

Spooky Jones | The Young Protectors | OTA

[ifightmonsters]

[And now, here's short dark and fluffy guy of asian descent in a trenchcoat and hoodie, even if it's hot out. If you have any form of magical detection, you're gonna feel him real strong when you pull up. In a lot of places, he's a fairly well known figure. Maybe you know him from TV, maybe he's saved you at some point. It's just kind of what he does as a magic-based superhero. Who doesn't drive and can't fly.]