03-30-2020, 01:18 AM
[glow=white,1,400]KARMA WILL BITE YOU IN THE ASS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
”You ready for this trip, Ranger? It’s going to be a long one, but it will be worth it.”
"You're always so upbeat about this stuff. I'm just looking forward to getting out of this shithole."
”Damn straight. You know, I wish my grandpa could have taken me on more road trips in my life. You and I both missed out on a lot in childhood, am I right?”
There was a lighthearted chuckle as Raiden rolls onto his side to look at his closest friend, holding his head up with his hand, elbow resting on the pillow beneath it. Though, there was a tiny hint of something in Raiden’s light green eyes that gave away some note of depression thinking about it. He was usually great at hiding how he felt, but this time something slipped for once.
Freedom. They finally had it. Freedom. It almost made him cry, if it weren’t for the fact that he steeled himself against doing something so weak in front of Ranger.
"I mean, I didn't even get the idea of a roadtrip unless my ma wanted to take off so at least you know how this shit goes."
It was an entertaining idea, getting away from it all even if it was only a few days, but Ranger knew that he could never fully escape. He could try as hard as he could but there would still be someone who knew him as a kid. If it wasn't his old boys, it was people that he'd scammed, or pigs that he'd outrun. well, the pigs could never really tell him apart from his boys so he was probably fine there.
"It'll be alright. We're gonna have a good time and forget all this shit before you know it."
”Yeah...” Raiden’s voice trailed off a bit, thoughtful, and remembering all the things that happened to him and Ranger both.
He gave a smile, though did have that little bit of worry about the cops trying to come after him and Ranger. They both were trying to change for the better, and it looked like they wouldn’t truly be able to escape it entirely. But they sure as hell could try. And this road trip was an opportunity for some fun with little risk.
“You’re right. We’ll have a ton of fun, just letting loose. We deserve it after all the shit that’s happened.”
It was safe to say that their roadtrip had gone a little off track, considering that the two men had been roaming unknown lands for nearly two weeks. Well, it might not have been appropriate to call them men, as they certainly weren't anymore. Ranger didn't really know what the hell they were, he had a vague idea about what he was, but what his bro was? no fucking clue. He'd gone from a short pale dude, not even making it up to Ranger's shoulders, to this weirdass, absolutely huge, scaly dog thing. God, if he existed, come save them.
Waking up here hadn't been the absolute worst, better than being dead, but it was creepy as hell. Weird looking animals roamed, including his now huge buddy, and half of the things here seemed to be able to do unnatural floating or glowing shit. The only time that he'd come close to glowing was when he'd use that glow in the dark paint stuff that his girlfriend had given him for a rave. Under a blacklight, it was pretty cool, but this was.. not that. Not even close to that.
He wasn't sure if he was some sort of wolf or dog, maybe a wolfy dog?, but he definitely didn't have anything like the glow-y shit. He'd seen his reflection in a pond and he sorta looked like a husky but not quite.
Whatever, the only solid thing is that he really wasn't a human anymore. He felt like he should be a bit more freaked out about this? Raiden had been upset, but he felt sorta, detached. like something the fancy therapists would say. It wasn't a worry right now, he was more concerned with finding a place to stay where he wouldn't be eaten. Normally, he'd be concerned about Raiden but he could handle himself a bit better than Ranger could now.
The two had found a weird-ass railroad thing that stretched out to some distant island. They'd sorta agreed that the island was either uninhabited or had some of those weird animals living on it, but it was better than nothing. They were hungry, Ranger could catch food with ease but it took a lot to keep Raiden full now. They had to, clumsily, sprint across the stretch as they realised halfway down that the tide was coming in.
So, now they sat on what Ranger assumed was the border from the awful smell, weird gate, and his minimal knowledge of animals marking shit. [glow=white,1,400]" Eyo, y'all people here? or like, nobody here or what. If y'all are a group, can we join."[/glow]
"You're always so upbeat about this stuff. I'm just looking forward to getting out of this shithole."
”Damn straight. You know, I wish my grandpa could have taken me on more road trips in my life. You and I both missed out on a lot in childhood, am I right?”
There was a lighthearted chuckle as Raiden rolls onto his side to look at his closest friend, holding his head up with his hand, elbow resting on the pillow beneath it. Though, there was a tiny hint of something in Raiden’s light green eyes that gave away some note of depression thinking about it. He was usually great at hiding how he felt, but this time something slipped for once.
Freedom. They finally had it. Freedom. It almost made him cry, if it weren’t for the fact that he steeled himself against doing something so weak in front of Ranger.
"I mean, I didn't even get the idea of a roadtrip unless my ma wanted to take off so at least you know how this shit goes."
It was an entertaining idea, getting away from it all even if it was only a few days, but Ranger knew that he could never fully escape. He could try as hard as he could but there would still be someone who knew him as a kid. If it wasn't his old boys, it was people that he'd scammed, or pigs that he'd outrun. well, the pigs could never really tell him apart from his boys so he was probably fine there.
"It'll be alright. We're gonna have a good time and forget all this shit before you know it."
”Yeah...” Raiden’s voice trailed off a bit, thoughtful, and remembering all the things that happened to him and Ranger both.
He gave a smile, though did have that little bit of worry about the cops trying to come after him and Ranger. They both were trying to change for the better, and it looked like they wouldn’t truly be able to escape it entirely. But they sure as hell could try. And this road trip was an opportunity for some fun with little risk.
“You’re right. We’ll have a ton of fun, just letting loose. We deserve it after all the shit that’s happened.”
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It was safe to say that their roadtrip had gone a little off track, considering that the two men had been roaming unknown lands for nearly two weeks. Well, it might not have been appropriate to call them men, as they certainly weren't anymore. Ranger didn't really know what the hell they were, he had a vague idea about what he was, but what his bro was? no fucking clue. He'd gone from a short pale dude, not even making it up to Ranger's shoulders, to this weirdass, absolutely huge, scaly dog thing. God, if he existed, come save them.
Waking up here hadn't been the absolute worst, better than being dead, but it was creepy as hell. Weird looking animals roamed, including his now huge buddy, and half of the things here seemed to be able to do unnatural floating or glowing shit. The only time that he'd come close to glowing was when he'd use that glow in the dark paint stuff that his girlfriend had given him for a rave. Under a blacklight, it was pretty cool, but this was.. not that. Not even close to that.
He wasn't sure if he was some sort of wolf or dog, maybe a wolfy dog?, but he definitely didn't have anything like the glow-y shit. He'd seen his reflection in a pond and he sorta looked like a husky but not quite.
Whatever, the only solid thing is that he really wasn't a human anymore. He felt like he should be a bit more freaked out about this? Raiden had been upset, but he felt sorta, detached. like something the fancy therapists would say. It wasn't a worry right now, he was more concerned with finding a place to stay where he wouldn't be eaten. Normally, he'd be concerned about Raiden but he could handle himself a bit better than Ranger could now.
The two had found a weird-ass railroad thing that stretched out to some distant island. They'd sorta agreed that the island was either uninhabited or had some of those weird animals living on it, but it was better than nothing. They were hungry, Ranger could catch food with ease but it took a lot to keep Raiden full now. They had to, clumsily, sprint across the stretch as they realised halfway down that the tide was coming in.
So, now they sat on what Ranger assumed was the border from the awful smell, weird gate, and his minimal knowledge of animals marking shit. [glow=white,1,400]" Eyo, y'all people here? or like, nobody here or what. If y'all are a group, can we join."[/glow]