no one man should have all that power

[perro]

CHARACTERS: rene ramirez y tú.
LOCATIONS: the ice castle, sucker punch, all over the city.
WARNINGS: none rn! will edit if that changes.
SUMMARY: OPEN catch-all log for rene ramirez for the month of august! come hang out with ya boi. closed starters in the comments, too. feel free to hmu at frickin / canary#4628 to plot w/ me, get a closed starter of your very own, or honestly just go on with your bad self and write something spontaneous to start us off!

THE ICE CASTLE.

( alright, so maybe this ain't exactly the type of gig rene was looking for when coming to this weird ass city, especially coming off from his swanky job as the deputy mayor's assistant in star city. it's definitely familiar, though, which is kinda nice. he thinks he might've even gotten a job back at star city's ice complex when he was a teenager if the managers there weren't so acutely aware of his history of aggressively chirping at opponents and instigating line brawls during the rink's own house league hockey games.

maybe you're a pro who left your skates at home, or someone just looking to learn the ropes at the ice castle's daily public skating session. rene's kind of a multipurpose worker here; he rocks a yellow jacket that reads "STAFF" across the back as he stands at the skate rental window, tries not to sound so dead inside as he asks: ) What size? Hockey or figure?

( he likes being a skate guard a hell of a lot more than manning the rental booth, especially dreading the horror of spraying each boot and wiping each blade clean as he puts them back at the end of his shift. the two hour public skating session allows him to let loose for a little bit, lace up his skates and skate the perimeter and generally mind his own business while making sure jackasses aren't trying to cut little kids off or icing innocent bystanders by the door when they aggressively skid to a stop, even if the temptation to really go for it and just speed around the corners with all his might is strong.

— shit, yeah, someone definitely busted ass bad over by the blue line. rene hustles over and stops with ease, a concerned eyebrow raised as he extends a hand. ) You good?

( maybe you're one of the little shits who likes to enjoy every last millisecond of your precious ice time that you paid for, and you linger on the ice even though it's 2:59:35 PM and rene's already got the big double doors at the end open, and he's climbing back up into the seat of the zamboni and cruising on out, aggressively beeping. ) Session's up, man! I ain't afraid to run you over!

SUCKER PUNCH.

( when he's not at work, rene's probably at sucker punch. honestly, the eternally tired-looking woman manning the front check-in desk once woke up enough to comment, "you again? i didn't even see you leave last night."

sucker punch is kinda what constitutes as rene's happy place here in cadelle, if he's even capable of such a thing. it's hard to feel happy when you're constantly worried about your little girl back at home, who probably thinks you don't give a damn about her, who thinks you abandoned her —

he spends hours at the punching bag instead, rapidfire punch after rapidfire punch as muttered curses in both english and spanish intermingle with his grunts until he thinks his knuckles might bleed — scratch that, until his knuckles do bleed, and it takes him a long time to notice shining red that barely stands out against the worn black leather of the bag, mostly noticing the smear of blood against his skin beneath his gloves.

it's probably an intense sight to see, but rene doesn't give a shit. nah, he just undoes the velcro of his gloves and lets them fall to the mat on the floor, sighs, almost defeated, as he lifts his hands to examine the damage, cringes as he flexes his fingers. )

AROUND THE CITY.

( perhaps you'd like to encounter rene elsewhere in the city; even though he's trying not to fall into old, bad habits, he might spend a night or two a week unwinding at the colonel's with a beer and watching some kind of sports or another from a bar stool, or maybe he'll be lucky enough to stumble in on criminALEs. the green room is definitely his style, too, if it means he can actually beat someone at something, even if it's gotta be pool. the vigilante wild dog, hockey mask on and twin pistols a-blazing, may even be spotted after night falls, when crime is afoot. get ready for his especially terrible brand of vigilantism, cadelle. )