[316] closed action
[Consider this the final straw to break the camel's back, at least in a matter of speaking. Days and days had passed with Tyki in the knowledge of knowing that this world was not what it seemed, that it was 'virtual'. Like one of Road's dreams it was a reality apart from his own and while this irritated him to his very core, there was very little he could do. Today's confirmation only reinforced the crease in his brow and the narrowing of his eyes as he followed along, silent in contemplation before he decided - ah, yes. He decided this was the last day.
The last day of getting by by getting by, by letting this place tame him. There was no way to make this like home, where his white and black lives were so distinctly separate that should he choose to live with his humanity intact he would be away from all influence, from temptation and people knowing the blistering creature he had confined inside. There's no staying in it, no playing house despite his best efforts. He's laid low but today, ah yes. Today was the last day.
He'd rekindled the growth of his Tease by days inside the jungle of sector six and that morning he went to tend to them and gather them up; letting them nestle inside him while he followed a rather succinct list of things he had to do. He returned to his nearly abandoned home in sector four and he scrubbed filth from his skin, the dirt from under his nails and every trace and smudge from his face. He shaved, he groomed his hair and pinned it back and he found a crisp white button down and vest, tailored pants and polished shoes. You have to look good when you're going to wreak havoc, after all.
Well dressed and the devil in his eyes, he shuffled a deck of cards as he then left the house at nightfall and began to walk the streets for opportunity to strike. He could pick his targets, that was true, but first he wanted to see what he could drum up by chance.]