Honestly, Ray had hoped today would've been a normal, ordinary day. Or...at least as close to ordinary as you could get.
He couldn't honestly believe what had happened. He'd never thought, in a million years, that he'd argue with Riley. She seemed so upset with him..and the more he thought about it the worse and worse he felt about making her so mad. He knew she hated him.
So, he decided to run away. Because that was smart.
Despite his situation being entirely stupid, and he was acting like a 10 year old, he was sick of being thrown out of windows anyways.
He paced back and forth through his small apartment, thinking rapidly. He had all his money clutched in his right hand, which he had repeatedly counted the amount as if it was going to get any higher. He only had 16 dollars, so it definitely wasn't enough for a plane. But it was enough for a train ticket, so he decided to go with that.
Grabbing all his spray paints and stuffing them into his old leather backpack, he felt more sick than anything else. Was it really reasonable to run away just because he embarrassed himself in front of his long-lived crush? Ray pondered that for a while, staring at his backpack and his bass laying on his unmade bed.
He suddenly threw the bass into its case and slung his bag over his shoulder. He was already all packed, and he had a game plan, so there was no turning back now. He made sure quickly his phone was in his pocket, and then headed out, locking his apartment door behind him.
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Ray walked along the cracked sidewalks, his money stuffed in his pocket, bass in one hand and his backpack thrown over his shoulder. He was walking briskly, since he knew he would have to be somewhat early to the station in order to buy a ticket and find a good seat. He was hoping the Midnight train wasn't going to be too packed, but he just so happened to assume that since it was so late, there would be hardly anyone on with him. However he did feel somewhat watched, and he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just the unsettling silence? There were no cars or anything, which weirded him out. He wasn't sure whether he should be worried or accept that the weirdness of this town was just normal by now.
It took a long while, but he had made it to the train station. He set his bass down and pulled out his cash, nervously fixing his beanie before approaching the lady at the concession. She looked awfully tired, and a bit annoyed when Ray walked up to her.
"Just- one ticket for the midnight train, please," Ray said, nervously, pulling his money out.
"That'll be like...4 dollars or something, I don't know, I'm too tired for this kind of shit." She laughed to herself, but Remy watched her nervously before handing her the 4 dollars. She handed him a ticket in exchange.
"Have..a good night, ma'am." Ray said uneasily as he grabbed his bass and walked away, toward the rails.
He ended up taking a seat on one of the benches. He wasn't the only person there though, there were a few other people that looked much older than him. He didn't pay much attention to it and just twiddled his thumbs, waiting for the train to come.
Where was he even planning on going? He wasn't 100% sure, but he just wanted to get away from here, and soon. He also didn't want anyone to know where he was going, so he decided not to check his phone at all until he had arrived at wherever his destination would be.
Once the train pulled up, Remy had successfully been the first person to board the train. He grabbed a nice seat in the back, away from the doors, and set his things down on the seat next to him, closest to the window. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting out a long sigh afterwards. He wasn't going to miss them, he kept telling himself. But he was trying his hardest not to think about Riley. He was definitely going to miss her.
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Ray's Adventure
AventuraAfter arguing with his long-lived crush, Ray decides to pack up his things and run away to a distant town. Little did he know he was in for a major treat from what the town would provide him. Let's just hope he doesn't die. (Characters and art doesn...