Ramon Salazar

He hates that he's left Random sleeping alone, but he can't cope with the proximity at the moment. And much like the last few nights, he can't sleep either, there's too much going on in his head. It occurs to him that he'd like to talk to someone that might have a somewhat objective viewpoint...but that means bothering Arithon, as he's the only one that he'd trust with this stuff.

It's late though. He sits downstairs in sweatpants and T-shirt, chain-smoking and with a bottle of scotch on the table. He's not touched it yet but he wants to. God, he'd give anything to just get slaughtered right now.

And eventually, when the night's late enough to be classed as early morning, he gives in to the urge to talk. There's things he needs to tell the man anyway. He just feels like a shit for bugging him at this time of the morning, and when he's got a new wife to care for.

But he can't help himself. He reaches for Random's jacket and locates the Trump, making contact with his brother.

'Arithon?'

Directly after this.

Ramon reaches blindly for his Tarot card, trying to will Random to hurry and make contact. As soon as he does he babbles out, 'RANDOM! Get me home! Need to talk to you!'

His mind is blank as he watches the bar from a distance. Nothing unusual. He's safe.

He turns back to the clearing, thinking of nothing. Because it's almost over now, and he knows it. Arithon won't last much longer. His mind is calm and he knows what he has to do - there's something in him that tells him that he won't get everything he wants out of his victim.

But if nothing else, he'll get to choose the time and manner in which Arithon dies. That's something the man can't keep from him, as he's kept almost everything else so far.

His walk is calm as he enters the space that is his now, so familiar...it's hard to remember a time when he wasn't here and wasn't doing this. And he doesn't hesitate, just walks over and places his boot on Arithon's shattered knee. And presses down.

'Ready for more?'