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[latino_menace]

There's a terrorist at the bar, having the worse day of his life. Ever. Bar none. And it's his own fault in more ways than one, but in no small part because he asked for it.

So, after not even attempting to sleep, he's back in the bar on a mission to drink until he passes out.

Please, if you're of a sensitive disposition, dont bother him. He'll snap at you and end up hurting himself more. Which he really doesn't want to do. Leave him to his two bottles of tequila and anyone else, please refrain from commenting on the way he appears to be trying not to shake.

[OOC: Second link has warning for disturbing content]

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle looks up from across the room, sees Ramon and looks hastily away. The memory of the 'Ben Hitchner' charade is too fresh in his memory, the humiliation, the anger. He's afraid that if he looks at Ramon too long he won't be able to resist punching him.

[latino_menace]

If someone's watching him, he can neither see them or care. He's in too much pain and concentrating only on the getting the next glassful to his lips as quickly as he can.'

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Oh, christ, he's drunk. This is going to be dangerous.

He's confused. Something is obviously wrong. And whether he wants to or not, he really ought to investigate.

He gets up and moves closer, fighting his anger and embarrassment and fear. You have no reason to be afraid of him. Don't be a fucking coward.

"Having some problems there?"

[latino_menace]

[OOC: You're evil man! Tell him to take his pain somewhere else! *weg*]

Oh Christ... He can feel this too, the way Castle had been scared into pretending to be someone else because of his actions. It's there in his head, burning him, making him sick. He throws another shot back andpours another one. He just mutters, 'Go away Castle.'

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Andres notices that something is up. So of course he has to approach.

"Good day Ramon. Two bottles today I see. You expecting to share?" *Smile*

[latino_menace]

'No. Go away.'

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

"Don't mind if I do thank you." He says taking a seat across from Ramon.

"Ran into Roy last night. I'll assume you did too. Did you boys have a nice discussion?" *mischievous grin*

[latino_menace]

He closes his eyes for a moment, hearing Roy yelping in pain and eventually begging to be let free from the ropes. He'd ignored him.

'Go away Andres...'

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

*could not resist*

A tall, dark and handsome man in an immaculate black suit is playing at the piano. He's playing a sad song, and with such passion and feeling.

Ramon may not have heard such as this.

[latino_menace]

[OOC: EV0L!!!! 0_0!]

He hears the music start and clamps his eyes shut. It brings up more of everything he's trying to run from right now, and he's seriously considering heading back to his room. But it's too quiet there and anyway, he wants to see Arithon.

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

An eerie, haunting melody began to play. The bard began to sing in a rich baritone. His voice filled with a seductive, sultry malevolence. His tone spoke of a powerful gripping obsession, and a twisted cruelty.

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes i write
For I compose, the music of the night

Slowly, gently, Night unfurls its Splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Hearing is believing, music is decieving
Hard as lightning, soft as candlelight
Dare you trust the music of the night


Close your eyes -
For your eyes will only tell the truth
And the truth isnt what you want to see
In the dark, is it easy to pretend
That the truth is it ought to be

Softly, deftly, Music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, Let your fantasies unwind
In this Darkness which you know you cannot fight,
The Darkness of the Music of the Night!

Close your eyes -
Start a journey through a strange new World!
Leave all houghts of the world you Knew before,
Close you eyes and let music Set you free,
Only then can you belong to Me.


Floating, falling, Sweet Intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each Sensation
Let the dream begin, Let your darker side give in
To the Power of the music that I write,
The Power of the Music of the Night!

[latino_menace]

He resists the urge to slam his head into the table although it takes some effort. Instead he swivels in his seat and snarls, 'Would you knock that shit off?!'

[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

[*is worse than Rance, but Slack's only here for a little while to collect Multitudes of Stuff, and it is so likely she'd notice!*]

... well, don't you look cheerful.

*She's still got Kaufman's briefcase and a few trailing lists. And a couple brand-new scars on her face. But the same, er, lovely disposition!*

[latino_menace]

[OOC: *headdesk*]

He looks up and is a little relieved. He never hurt Slack, at least, he didn't think so. So he's quite pleased to see her.

'Slack. Its good to see you again.' He throws a shot back. 'I'm...not feeling well. Nothing contagious, you want a drink? How long are you here for?'

He's kinda desperate for the distraction.

[chelleuncurled]

[ooc: mun is running out but just had to 'tag' here - see if Ramon can pick up on people's feelings...]

In a booth not very far away is a dark haired woman. She's writing but she's smiling as she jots down notes.

Every so often she glances at her bare left hand and then her smile gets a little wider.

[latino_menace]

[OOC: nup, doesn't work like that. He just feels the pain of people he's wronged and hurt, and the guilt and remorse for doing it. And unfortunately, he doesn't know Michelle. yet. *weg*]

He looks round and spots the woman he knows as Dana. But he doesn't go over because he goaded her last time, spoke with the intention of scaring her and...he could feel it now. He turns away quickly, but it doesn't help. She's in his head.

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle spots Ramon and her muscles unconciously tighten.

She didn't exactly promise Tony she'd stay away but she did tell him she wasn't going to keep up her undercover act.

Hopefully, he didn't see her.

[latino_menace]

This is crushing him, he feels like he can't breathe. He looks round the room again, just trying to catch a deep breath - but his eyes fall on her again. Is she watching me? Why is she always hanging around?

He frowns but can't think about this now.

[last-and-first.livejournal.com]

"Oh dear, Ramon you look absolutely horrid." She approaches from behind him and places a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "Did you not sleep well, and do you really need to drink so much?" She is, at least, still smiling.

[latino_menace]

He looks up - and OK, so he probably didn't hurt her but he knew he'd made her angry.

'Hestia.' He tries to smile. 'Drinking's the only thing that will help.'

He feels a bit better with her there, maybe because she's a goddess and therefore, above all this stuff. 'How are you?'

[last-and-first.livejournal.com]

"I am doing better than yourself at least." She smiles ruefully.

"The only thing that will help with what, Ramon?" She asks curiously and sits down next to him.

[ooc: FFS *headdesk*]

[latino_menace]

He smiles at her tiredly. 'I thought you didn't concern yourself with the affairs of man Hestia.'

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack is heading for the bar, for a refill of his coffee. It's busy and the spaces at the bar are all full except for one.

One right near Ramon Salazar, that is.

For a moment he thinks about returning to his table and flagging down a waitrat, but he doesn't want to wait. Besides, he's not going to let Ramon deter him from doing what he wants, not when it's something so simple as getting a cup of coffee.

He walks over to the bar, and asks for a refill.

[latino_menace]

Ramon ses a figure next to him and knows who it is straight away. Nothing to do with his current affliction, just because its Jack. He can't stop himself flinching slightly as his new found conscience forces him to relive every single thing that he made Jack do that hurt him, every time he forced him to draw blood, every harsh word between them was replayed over and over and seared into his brain.

This was far worse than anyone he'd come across so far, and he couldn't stop himself breaking out in a cold sweat. Then he glanced up at him quickly, hoping that Jack wouldn't notice the discomfort that was surely obvious. He flinched again when he saw how close he was and the weight in his chest was making it hard to breathe.

He considered making a quick exit but that would be more obvious, so he just threw another shot back and hoped he wouldn't say anything.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack glances over at Ramon as he tosses the shot back, and immediatly notices the other man's discomfort. The slumped shoulders, the sweat standing out on his brow, the tightness in the facial muscles, the trembling hands... Something is greatly unnerving Ramon.

A truly good person would have left Ramon to himself, knowing that whatever was going on in his head was obviously painful enough already.

Jack's never really made a claim to being a Truly Good Person, though.

"Having a problem, Ramon?" he asks coldly.