OOM: Help

[latino_menace]

After this, Ramon is not thinking straight. To put it mildly. It's not like he can.

But he knows three things; he has to get away from the outside and then away from the bar before he changes and shows off the very obvious signs of a fight. And then...he's going to need some help.

It all means one thing - get upstairs, get to Fiona. He reaches the outer door and barrels into it, forcing it open. The second one isn't as co-operative though and he can't manage it. So he starts scratching at it, yelling as loud as he can (pretty damn loud, as it happens) and to hell with subtlety.

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[justcallmefee]

The sound of an angry panther is somewhere between a banshee and tearing metal. Huge claws gouge through the wood of her blue door like it's paper and she's in motion by the second horrendous caterwaul.

She knows this cat. She saw him once before, for less than a minute, but this is Ramon, transformed by rage.

She doesn't even think to arm herself.

"What? Oh god."

He's covered in blood, and she can't tell if it's his or someone else's.