Raymond Leon (![]() ![]() @ 2012-02-03 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaime dorny, raymond leon, {jake chambers |
Characters: Ray, poking Jaime and/or Jake since they share a suite.
When: Friday night
Location: Cabin #301-A
Warning/Ratings: Probably none.
Summary: Ray arrives on the train and isn't sure what to make of it.
Status: Complete
Ray had watched his time tick down, too shocked to really have any reaction at all. Though the truth was, there hadn't been enough time for any sort of meaningful reaction, anyway. He couldn't reach his car and even though Will had saved him once, Ray thought the other man might be past that sort of generosity when it came to him.
While timing out was always a possibility, especially with how close he liked to cut it, being faced with the reality of it was another matter. He'd devoted his life to keeping time, keeping order, and what did he really have to show for it? In those last seconds, he realized there were many things he hadn't had a chance to do.
He'd expected to feel it; he'd held his last breath and then he let it out, when he shouldn't have been able to breathe at all. Furrowing his brow, he looked down at his arm, at the green numbers that were frozen with one second left, and tried to make sense of it. Perhaps he had died and this was the afterlife. He hadn't really believed in anything of that sort, but it was the only explanation he had for why he was suddenly ... actually, he had no idea where he was. A train, he realized after a glance out the window coupled with the sounds and movement of the cabin.
The room was nice and as he explored it, he kept checking his arm, waiting for that last second to tick, for his heart to stop. He noticed there were bunk beds in the room, but it didn't appear to be lived in. Although as far as he could tell, he hadn't arrived here with any belongings; perhaps there were others in the same situation.
Approaching a door -- one that lead to another room, he was guessing -- he pulled out his gun which he was relieved to find he still had, and listened for a moment before trying the handle. It opened and he peered inside, gun raised, but not pointed.