OOM: Jail, Week 2

[latino_menace]

He's taken to pacing. He doesn't usually, preferring to remain cool and collected and show no weakness. But he can't help it because this is just boring - after months of freedom, being confined again is hitting him hard.

He saw Bauer two days ago and the meeting had been as unproductive as always. Ramon had found it easy to ignore his questions as he'd been spending the whole time examining his face and eyes for two things - signs of drug use and signs of...well, Milliways. He remembers that Jack told him that he was there from over a year after this time but he knows better than to trust anything Bauer says these days. But there's nothing that gives away whether he's aware of the bar yet - he supposes there wouldn't be though, the man is good at hiding things. Obviously.

Pacing stops when the lights go out for the night. He's taken to avoiding sleep, because he tends to dream of nice things that he can't enjoy any more. Nights in the Milliways forest as a cat, his friends at the bar, the house in Colombia that he's given to Random - Random himself, obviously. And waking up after these dreams are horrible so after the cell block goes dark, he waits a while for people to settle - and then reaches under his bed for a small plastic bag he'd concealed there when he came back in. Speed in pill form isn't his favourite way of getting high but it'll do and it's a lot more inconspicuous than having powder to snort.

So a couple of pills are swallowed and he lies back until they take effect, knowing that he'll soon be able to focus on business plans, rather than idly dreaming about things he can't do anything about right now. And that's better. Because this place is boring and he's sick of it. There needs to be a way out, and soon.