Ruby Torres

You can't outrun the monsters in your own head But you can always try *part of Darkness Falls RP*

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mrbennettarcher‌:

Letting out a gutted sigh, Ben runs a hand over his forehead. “No, not at all. Again, I’m… I’m sorry. It’s been a long day,” he lets out lightly. Maybe it wasn’t professional to talk about the day he had with a citizen—he knew it wasn’t appropriate—but at this point, what else could go wrong? Still, he had felt bad for not only causing a collision, but putting his foot in his mouth. That’s why he apologized again. “Uh… sorry about that,” he lets out with a small laugh.

Ruby forced herself to smile. "At least yours has ended, mine is just starting." She was not sure how she would make it through the next few hours and if she would make it through them at all. She had to. If she would give in to this horrible feeling now, she could already start packing her bags and prepare to leave. "Don't worry, really. No harm done. I'm still in one piece and very much alive." She only realized after she'd said it, that it maybe wasn't the right thing to say at the moment. "Okay, that joke sounded much better weeks ago."

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marcus-russo‌:

“Oh, I’m flattered,” he attempts to joke, resting a hand on his chest, to only drop it back to his side seconds later. “Well, I kind of literally do a little bit of everything? Uh—apart from making sure we’re stable financially, I just… I keep busy, I guess.”

"You should be." Ruby shrugged. "Or do you think I compliment every stranger I meet?" She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. "That sounds like a lot of work. You're not doing all of that alone, I hope?" She wondered what she would have done, if she'd gone to college, graduated. For sure not spending her nights behind a bar.

[maxxxedelphine]

As much as he longed for it, there truly was no escape for Bennett in Aurora. Though, it wasn’t really fair for him to complain, as this was the path he had taken in life. Still, being the mayor of this small town with everything that had been going on lately wasn’t something he signed up for. People wanted answers, and Ben didn’t have anything to say other than assuring them all that everything would be okay. He wanted answers just as bad, if not even more than everyone else.

As he exited town hall, much later than he was used to, he was greeted by complete silence, almost sending a wave of relief throughout the man. Beginning the walk towards his car, he digs in his pocket in search of his keys. It wasn’t until he finally looked up, nearly bumping into someone that he jumped, immediately taking a few steps back. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” pausing, he runs his hand over his forehead, laughing at himself. 

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She pressed her hand to her head. She knew that actually she should call in sick and tell her boss that she couldn't work like this. But if she would call in sick now, she would never be able to work again. At least, not here in Aurora. And even though she knew that having to move was happening anyway, she wanted to delay it a little longer. Just a few more weeks, just a few more months.

After a few deep breaths she continued walking towards the hole in the wall. She had hoped that the fresh air would have done her good, but it didn't seem to help. Nothing seemed to help. Nothing ever helped. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and when she opened them again she realized she was only inches away from...from the mayor. Usually she always had a reply at hand, but right now her mind came up blank. "I wasn't either. Not just your fault. Girls are supposed to step aside for men right?"

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Constance was currently sat on the abandoned swings at the park, idly swaying back and forth on her day off. Her eyes were focused on some mushrooms growing a foot away in the dewy grass, trying to identify them, but she hadn’t memorized the different species of Vermont yet. 

Something tingled at the back of Constance’s mind, distracting her from her task and she perked up instantly, knowing what that meant; a presence stepping through the threshold of the humble park. A smile split across Constance’s face and she locked eyes with the stranger. 

“Thought I’d have the place to myself. It’s too cold for most right now,” though, she didn’t look like she minded the company. Despite her isolated lifestyle, she was a social creature at heart.

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She hated this. She hated the pills not working, no matter how much she dared to take. She hate the voices whispering, slowly gaining power. She wanted to be left alone, even though she knew that was probably never gonna happen again. It had not happened in the last half of her life. And with each day that passed, the day she'd have to move came closer and closer.

So she walked around, restless, hoping that the cold would chase the voices away. She knew better. She knew that the storm was gathering and it was the storm she was afraid of. Terrified. 

She crossed the threshold of a small park and threw her head in her neck when she saw she was not alone. "You weren't the only one thinking they'd be alone."

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richardnking‌:

“That’s a way to make everything depressing… Yeah, life is temporary as well, but I hope that’ll last for long time. My stay here on the other hand… short lived. I hope.” And there was no need to brag about what he had. The way he lived was bragging enough, but he simply wasn’t the type for modesty. That didn’t mean he had to run around yelling at everyone how good his life was. They’d notice anyway. “Violence streak… that sounds so negative. Let’s just say that I don’t let anyone provoke me, thats it.” There was a reason he never had any real convictions. A few fines, some a bit higher than standard, but that was really it. He raised his eyebrows. “And I hope for you you just witnessed said fights?” She might work at a bar, and she was clearly more than able to defend herself verbally, but she was fairly small. He had no idea how she would fare in an actual physical fight. Then he grinned broadly. Persisting did get him where he wanted to. Just… don’t be too pushy, play nice and they’d fall for it. Time and time again. “Fantastic.”, he exclaimed while he started to walk towards his car. “And no, I’m most definitely not, so…” He opened the passenger door for her and let her get in.

He did wait a while when she was apparently searching him. His grin never left his face during that wait. He knew what she’d find. He wasn’t proud of everything (that mugshot that they made of him was horrible, but well… what could you do about that?). There was a clear trail of him partying his way through LA though. He had gathered some fame in that scene over the years and that left its traces on the internet. He cocked his head. “Hack the police? You can do that? If you’re planning on doing that, could you replace that awful mugshot they have of me with something better?” Why not make a joke out of it. Even if she could do that, there’d be nothing to find. Then he smiled. “Now we’re getting somewhere. You don’t want your parents to find me? I feel you. I once went on a vacation when I knew they were coming to visit me. I just hope they had a nice time in LA.“, he added with a wink.

"I've never been an optimist." And if she had been, she would have stopped being one now. She was on the run for voices in her head. She was on the run for destruction and something that sounded like the apocalypse. Having hope was kinda impossible. "Never been really positive either." Ruby shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest. Somehow she liked the guy in front of her. They'd never be friends. She wasn't friends with anyone and not planning to. In a few weeks she'd pack her stuff and leave to start a new life somewhere else. But that didn't mean she had to run from him right now. "I mostly witness fights, but if I have to I can take care of myself." It was the upside of growing up with overprotective Christian parents. They saw danger everywhere. At least they had made Ruby take self defense classes. She saw the grin on his face and shook her head. "Your car did the trick. Not you." She winked and followed him towards the car. When she stepped in she made herself comfortable in the seat. Which wasn't that hard. It was much harder to keep her mouth from dropping when she saw the interior.

"I haven't done it yet." Ruby shook her head. "But if you really want that mugshot replaced, I can see what I can do when I have time." Which was probably never, but no need to tell him that right now. Ruby bent her head when he talked about her parents. She was not just getting away from them for a vacation. She was running for them for half of her life already. But it was for their own safety. If they'd be near and things would get ugly, really ugly, they would die, if she had to believe those voices. And believing them seemed much safer than not believing them. "I just ran away from home. I guess by now they've stopped worrying, but one can never be too careful." She kept on smiling, but she did know that her parents didn't deserve this. She would give a lot to be with them for just one more weekend. But she knew it was not gonna happen. They would never let her go again.

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richardnking‌:

“It is great to be me.”, he confirmed. “Except when I’m forced to be here, but well… that’ll be temporary.” He hoped. It had to be. In a week or so, his dad would just turn up again, confess he had made a little outing and forgot to tell his wife and he could leave for home again. “I know I’m lucky.” That was something he never doubted. He didn’t like to look at the lower classes, because it showed how lucky he was, but already in high school, when some of his classmates had to skip parties because they had to work in side jobs, he had realized he was lucky. Not that that would stop him from getting everything out of that luck that he could. “That’s bad luck, for you.”, he simply answered. What should he do? Grovel about how sorry he was? He wasn’t, so… “Well, that offer for a ride still stands, so…” He grinned. “But I forgot, you don’t want to be brought home by a possible serial killer. I just don’t see why you can’t make your life a bit more convenient when the opportunity arises. I’ve never hurt someone in my life, I swear. Well… except for a few fights in a bar. But then I’m usually provoked.” Rich kid, visible money… some people love to pick a fight in that case.

He nodded. “Yes, Richard has a last name too. It’s King. There’s bound to be something on the internet. Don’t judge me for said barfights, by the way. Like I said, I was provoked.” He had been in the paper after one or two of them. He wasn’t sure how easy it was to find those articles back, but he’d even been to court for one of them, so… it was kind of hard to keep those a secret. “I highly doubt if there’s something really interesting there though. I’m having a fun life, hardly some secret spy double life or something like that. Although it would be fun. Maybe you’ve just given me an idea.”, he joked. “Well, hello Ruby…”, he extended his hand to shake hers, even when they had been talking for a while already. “Pleasure to meet you.” He frowned. “For any specific reason? Or should I be afraid that I just invited the town’s serial killer for a ride?”

Ruby snorted. This guy was too naive for his own good, but somehow it was funny and even a little endearing. "Everything is temporary. Even life." Ruby shrugged. She was used to temporary. She was used to stay temporarily in every town. She was used to temporarily jobs. She was used to temporarily friends. Her life was temporarily in every way possible. "Good, because I'd really hate it if you didn't." She had been lucky once too. She had had loving parents. She had had a house. She had a college funds. She had a scholarship, maybe. She had gotten into an ivy league university, maybe. She'd never know for sure. "You have no idea how bad..." She knew she had to be careful with details like that, with revealing things about herself, but sometimes it felt nice to at least get some things from her chest. "So, a slight violence streak after drinking too much. I've met quite a lot of them. Happens when you work at a bar I supposed." But that ride was getting tempting. "But fine, give me that ride home." She cocked her head. "I don't think you're the serial killer." He wasn't smart enough for that. Or observing enough.

She took out her phone however to look up his name and raised her eyebrows when she scanned the results. A typical rich kid. Quite a few fights here. Some scandals there, nothing too big. And no signs of him being a serial killer. Although she did assume those wouldn't be on the internet. You never heard close friends say that they already thought someone had it in them. "At least nothing alarming. I should hack the police to know for sure, but how sure can a girl truly be?" She cocked her head and raised her eyebrows. Not that sure. But did that mean that she should fear every man and woman in this town from now on? It would make running off later easier, but it wouldn't be a life anymore. With a smile she shook his head firmly. "It's nice to meet you too." She licked her dry lips. "You don't like coming home, I don't want my parents to find me. You of all people can probably understand that." Although she couldn't tell him why. If she had to, she could always make something up close enough to the truth.

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marcus-russo‌:

“At least you don’t have to deal with idiots every day,” he tries to muse, his brow furrowing seconds later. “Unless you bump into someone who interrogates you about your life. That would be super annoying,” he goes onto roll his eyes, offering a light smile. “Oh–I work at city hall. I run around a bunch over there, but my actual title is the treasurer.” He says quickly, even throwing up air quotes as he says his title. 

"Lucky me." Ruby replied, a smile spreading across her face. "You're not an idiot, really." The smile on her face brightened. "I'd rather be talking about my job with you than dealing with drunk idiots, trust me." She cocked her head and crossed her arms over her chest. "Treasurer? I don't think I've heard that one before. What are you supposed to do?" She raised her eyebrows. "My return to be the interrogating idiot."

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marcus-russo‌:

Offering a smile in response, Marcus allowed himself a moment to wallow in the silence, before speaking up when he felt even a hair of awkwardness shine through. “Do you always get stuck with the night shift?” He asks with a smile, as well as a tilt of his head. “Ah, never mind that question,” he waves his hand to dismiss what he had asked. “I can be nosy sometimes. I guess it just comes with the profession,” he rambles on for a beat, letting out a light sigh. “Oh—I’m Marcus, by the way!”

Ruby shook her head. "We work in shifts. No need to worry about me." She raised her eyebrows. "And it's much better to just ask things than assume things. I take asking over staring any second of the day." Luckily she was a strong and independent woman. The staring didn't do much to her. She didn't like it, but she didn't mind it that much either. But she did prefer people just speaking their damn minds. "What do you do, Marcus?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm Ruby."

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marcus-russo‌:

“This is true,” he retorts with a smile. “Or I could just not come here as much as I think I do,” he pauses, shrugging his shoulders. “Well, I suppose so, yeah…” trailing off with a furrowed bar, Marcus begins to think about this for a moment, before quickly snapping out of it. “Oh–alright, sorry. That was deeper than I could comprehend at this time.” 

Ruby looked at him. He wouldn't really stand out in the bar. And she didn't really pay much attention anyway. "Well, that's not a really bad thing, right?" She raised her eyebrows. There were a few customers she knew. She wouldn't really call it a compliment, actually. "It's early. Don't worry." Ruby smiled. "Or late, in my case."

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julietfaust‌:

Juliet scoffed a bit. “I can go anywhere I want.” Which meant so did the other girl, but she didn’t want to deal with being near someone. “You work here?” She scrunched her nose. “How unfortunate.” She smirked.

Ruby shrugged. She was used to the comments by now. "Someone has to do it, right? Else you wouldn't be able to enjoy your drink." She nodded at the girl. "Or drinks. Or however many you want to have." She stared at the clock once more. "I'm not ashamed of my job."

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richardnking‌:

“Do what I like? Have fun? Move to LA without a constant reminder that they want me to come back home and do what they think is the right thing? Come on… why would I sit at a boring desk every day when there’s absolutely no need for it?” He still didn’t get why his dad would go to work each and every day. It was boring and it wasn’t like the old man didn’t have enough money to last the rest of life. He just wanted to do it differently. Simple. “You never rented…??” He quit halfway the sentence, because it sounded so weird for him. Then again, she was waiting at a bus stop late at night, so maybe there was something true in what she was saying. “So you’re just going to depend on a bus that might or might not come to take you to a place you don’t need to be? That’s… really inconvenient.” No one he knew ever used a bus in LA, and he thought there must be a lot more busses there than in this small, backwards town. 

He shrugged. “And no, I have no idea.” He never worked a day in his life, but he had the feeling he shouldn’t say that at this moment. Somehow he liked the girl, even when she was really different from the people he usually hung out with. He didn’t even want to answer the second question. That was a part of life he had skillfully managed to evade. He didn’t look at the small houses where he knew entire families lived in an appartment that was smaller than his living room in LA. He just… he couldn’t change it anyway, so why would he bother? “A handsome stranger would do the trick nicely, thank you. Although my name is Richard, if you’d like me to be a bit less strange.” He shook his head with a grin, happily steering away the subject from the things she brought up earlier. “But if you’d give me just a chance, you’d discover I’m far from boring.”

Ruby raised her eyebrows. "It must be great to be you." She shook her head. She had worked ever since she was 16. Most of the jobs she had not liked a bit, but she didn't have much of a choice. "I think most people don't like working. You're lucky that you don't have to." And one day, something would go wrong. His fortune would be gone and all of a sudden he would be lost. He hadn't worked a day, had no resume and no real talents. "And I can't rent a car. I can barely afford a dirty appartement." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Maybe I should let you bring me home. You might want to see how real people live." He'd probably laugh. He'd probably find it amusing. Maybe he'd make a stupid joke. But somehow, it might also open his eyes a little. Although, she was not sure if she had really high hopes on that department. "Yeah, my life isn't very convenient, but I've grown used to it. If that bus comes, it comes. If it doesn't, there is always the next bus. It's a lot more problematic on my way to work than back home." On the way to work she could be late and get fired. On her way home, it would only cost her free time.

"And you clearly have no idea." She took a deep breath and stared at the schedule behind the man's back. The bus wouldn't be here in 20 minutes and she was not sure if she'd get rid of him before it came. She was not entirely sure if she wanted. He was spoiled, for sure. But somehow he wasn't mean about it. He just didn't know any better. "Well, hello Richard. Does Richard have a last name too? That way I can google him. Might help me not seeing him as a serial killer and maybe I'll find something interesting too." She reached for her phone and looked up at him. "Ruby Torres by the way. You can google me, but won't find much." She had made sure of that. "I don't like leaving online traces." Or traces in general.

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marcus-russo‌:

As she motions to the bar, Marcus allows a smile to form. “Really, I go there all the time—well, no I don’t. I go there sometimes, but…” he trails off, tilting his head as he tries to place her there, eventually just going on to give up. “Yeah, yeah. Sometimes life can throw us some major curveballs when we really don’t deserve it,” he attempts to joke.

Ruby smiled and shrugged. "Most people don't remember the bartender." Mostly because they had too much alcohol. Or because they were trying to get someone in their beds and new the bartender wouldn't be it. "Yeah, and those who deserve it never get them, right?" She shook her head. "Life's not fair."

[rubytorresontherun-blog]

Put a tarot card in my inbox and I'll answer the question!

The Fool: What is the stupidest thing your muse has ever done?

The Empress: What would your muse name their children?

Judgement: Would your muse ever go back to their most recent ex-lover?

The World: What has been your muse's greatest success?

The Sun: What was the happiest moment of your muse's life?

Wheel of Fortune: Does your muse believe in luck?

The Hierophant: What is one rule or law your muse would never break?

Strength: Name a time when your muse had to be strong in the face of danger or trouble.

The Star: If your muse had one wish, what would it be?

The Magician: What would your muse draw if given paper and markers?

The Emperor: Name a time your muse has broken the rules.

Death: If your muse had to change something about themselves, what would they change?

The Chariot: If your muse ruled the world, what would they change first?

The High Priestess: What is the smartest thing your muse has ever done?

Temperance: Would your muse remain calm despite the worst circumstances?

The Lovers: At what age did your muse first fall in love?

The Hermit: If your muse were trapped alone on an island, name three things they'd have to have..

The Moon: Has your muse ever had something unexplained happen to them? If so, what?

Justice: What's something your muse has been dying to admit or confess?

The Hanged Man: Name a bad habit your muse can't give up.

The Devil: What was the worst relationship your muse has ever had?

The Tower: What event would trigger your muse's breaking point?

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richardnking‌:

He actually though a moment about her question. His mom did care. She had always cared. The incessant phone calls in the first years that he had been away had proven that. And even when it was more his dad that expected him to start doing something by now, he knew his mom totally agreed with the old man. But he knew it wasn’t meant in a bad way. He just… couldn’t deal with it, it was as simple as that. “Too much, I guess. Without ever taking into consideration what I would want.” Or at least… he just didn’t want to give up the lifestyle he was leading right now. If he thought about it objectively, he could see reason in what his parents wanted. He just didnt want to deal with the consequences, so staying away from them was the easiest option.

He nodded, surprised about her reaction. “Of course you can rent them. Well, probably not at Pete’s who’s running the only car rental opportunity here in Aurora, but out there in the real world, you can rent everything you want.” He shrugged. He hadn’t even looked at the price before handing over his credit card at the rental company. Prices had never really mattered for him. “A hundred dollar a day? Two, maybe? I don’t even know…” He sighed and turned around for a moment to see if his suitcase was still on the pavement. He could buy new clothes, obviously, but he didn’t want to go through all of the hassle. Besides… there were some hand tailored suits in there he couldn’t replace on such a short notice. “I don’t know if I should regret that or not. It seems Aurora has finally found its place in the modern world then.” He chuckled, but at least acted offended. “Oh, come on. The only girls -and guys- I take home or anywhere, are the ones who want to be there. There might be a lot of them, but I would hardly call that human traficking. Drug deals? Apart from what I use myself, nope… what do you take me for?” He nodded. “Born and raised. Unfortunately.”

Ruby stared at him. "And what is it that you want?" She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her head. She had never had much to complain about. Her parents hadn't been poor. If she had wanted to go to college, she could have, with or without scholarship. When she needed new clothes, her mother took her to a shopping mall and bought it with her. She wouldn't get the most expensive clothes. And no clothes she didn't actually needed, but still. But during her years on the run she had also seen the other side of the world. She lived in crappy apartments not even worth a penny of her rent. She worked insane hours for barely enough to keep herself alive. And she knew that if she wouldn't find a job, everything would end badly. 

A smile spread across her face when she wondered what would happen if she would show up at a desk to rent a Ferrari. She doubted if she would get it, even if she'd have the money in cash to pay for it. "I never rented a car before. I wouldn't know." She shrugged. She had thought about it a few times, but renting a car meant leaving a trail. She doubted her parents were still looking for her, but she couldn't have them catch up on her. Not when the storm was so close already. "Do you know how many days I have to work for a hundred dollar?" Ruby looked at the handsome man in front of her, already kinda knowing the answer. "Do you know how many days I have to work for a hundred dollar I can actually spend on cars without going hungry or being kicked out of my house?" She kept his eyes firmly on him. "You're a handsome stranger talking to an innocent girl waiting for her bus. You could be anything." Ruby smiled a little. "But maybe you're not that much less boring than this town up until a few weeks ago."

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julietfaust‌:

Juliet huffed a bit. She took a sip of her new drink. “So much for some space.” Even though it was a public place and Juliet knew she shouldn’t be complaining, but she was difficult one to please. She looked at the other for a second. “Are you going to order a drink or just sit there doing nothing?”

"You're in a bar." Ruby raised her eyebrows. "If you want space, you should go to a library." She rolled her eyes and let her elbow rest on the bar. She had been early to do some extra work. Now she was just getting bored. "I came here to work. They've got no work for me now, so I guess just sitting here and doing nothing it is."

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marcus-russo‌:

Marcus took in her expression, as well as the few words she gave him. He could understand to a certain extent. Although, he hadn’t exactly worked a night shift since his late teens or early twenties. And even then, they were limited hours. The thought of working his current job at night rubbed him in all the wrong ways. He cherished the sleep he got too much to sacrifice it. Plus, he was ready to not deal with what actually went on in the night. 

“Yeah, I get it,” he replies, nodding along. “Where do you work at–if you don’t mind me asking?” 

Ruby let out a relieved sigh. She was too tired to get into some verbal fight or discussion. She was too tired to have other people yelling at her. She had had enough of that for today. "I work at the hole in the wall." She nodded at the now closed bar behind her. "It's not that bad, usually. It's just a combination of things that got me on edge." Most of all the fact that she was barely sleeping, And that she was waking up in the woods. And that she was waiting to hear the voices telling her that the storm was coming.

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richardnking‌:

He shrugged. “Tomorrow is early enough. I don’t really feel like facing her tonight already.” Should he feel guilty about it? Maybe… he had gotten everything from his parents, but they just wanted that. “Don’t like her, don’t like her… those are very big words, ok? We’re just not that close and she has some expectations of me that I don’t feel like fulfilling. I’m just postponing another fight in favor of some rest for both of us. You could say I’m doing her a favor.”, he winked. Not that his mother would get a lot of sleep, judged by the way she sounded, but if the beds were somewhat reasonable in the hotel, he at least would. He shrugged. “That doesn’t matter. It’s a rental anyway. And besides… it’s nothing compared to what’s waiting for me at home.”

He sighed. As much as he had cursed this town where nothing ever happened, coming back to his hometown where a murder had taken place was even less pleasant… besides… he was still convinced his father had disappeared somewhere out of this town, but what if he… he shook his head and pushed that thought away. As much as he didn’t like spending time with his father, he’d rather hear the old man rant about how he should finally start doing something useful with his life than attend a burial. “That sucks… honestly.” He chuckled when she was just being honest with him. He liked that… and somehow he noticed when he was talking with her, he liked her too. Even when she had to take a bus to get home. “I’ve kind of always had it? My parents had a lot of money and always shared.”

Ruby saw enough of the world to know that her life could have been a lot worse. She was found by wonderful people. She was loved as if she was their own daughter. She had been to a good school. She had gotten all the chances she could hope for. She could have ended up with different people, who didn't care, who didn't love, who didn't let her free. "Is she the kind of mother that doesn't care about you? Or the one that cares too much?" Was her own mother looking for her right now? Was she still trying to call the old cellphone at the bottom of the Mississippi? Was she worried? Crying? She shook her head and the thoughts. She didn't want to think about her parents. She thought that the memories would fade over time. Strangely enough, they seemed to get worse.

"A rental?" Ruby widened her eyes and looked at the car. "This is a rental? As in: You can rent this?" She didn't even attempt to hide her excitement. "How much is it?" Much more than she would be able to ever afford, but it was worth the question. Next time she would run, she could as well see if she could run in style. "Yeah, Aurora is no longer a boring, peaceful town where you can keep your suitcase on the pavement out of sight." She shrugged. "When there's murder, there's thievery too." She curled her lips up into a slight smile when he mentioned he had never done anything for his money. "No drug deals? White washing of money? Human traffic-ing?" She paused for a moment. "You really must be from Aurora then."