"You don't understand, its simple really-" (OXO, very dark, CLOSED)

Tyler brought his arm towards his chest. Not looking at Carmen.

Az smiles slightly and shrugs, “Anyways. If you have nothing else to say, I have a shitty party to go back too.”

Tyler didnt want to be left alone, to slip back into his insanity, but he couldnt bring himself to beg the other to stay

Az sighs, “Come with me. I have a spare shit in my bag. I always end up getting puked on at these, so a clean shirt is a must.”

Tyler nodded, holding his arm to his chest. He was very unstable in that moment. Splitting between his two persona's, Tyler the coffee shop worker, and Trickster the psychotic serial killer.

Az smiles and walks back up the slight slope, towards the god-awful truck that sat there. He sighs and walks up to Jackie, “Open the fucking door. I need to get my bag.”

Jackie looks up, “Fucking hell, Carmen, don’t walk up on me like that.” He unlocks the truck shaking his head.

Carmen glares at him and then opens the truck door with a jerk of his arm. Reaching in, he grabs his bag and then unzips it, pulling out the spare shirt. It was a red and black Korn shirt. “Sorry, it’s all I have.” He tosses it to him and then digs more into his bag, pulling out anti-septic and a rag.

“Let me see your arm.”

Tyler quickly put the shirt on, holding out his arm to Carmen, ignoring the other male, whom the Trickster side of him was plotting to kill.

Az sighs and puts some of the anti-septic on the rag and carefully wipes Tyler’s arm. “This’ll sting.” He murmurs.

Tyler looked at Carmen. "you think pain will bother me?"

“Whatever. . .” He mutters, cleaning the cut and then reaching into his bag, pulling out a small roll of bandages. He wraps his arm, quiet. “If you’re bleeding everywhere, people will stay away from you. If you want people to notice you, then. . .well, don’t be a sore thumb. These people will tear you to shreds if you’re different than them.”

“Carmen, get the fuck outta my truck!” Jackies voice rises aboute the den of the music and the man appears in the drivers side door, “I don’t want you just chillin’ in here. You k now how I feel about that.”

Az’s hands speed up, tying the bandage and putting his stuff back in his bath. “R-Right. . . Sorry, Jackie.” He zips his bag closed and closes the truck door, silent.

Tyler was silent. Then Trickster spoke, the voices were different, Tyler being more soft spoken and timid, Trickster being louder and more eccentric. "Can I play with that one? He seems like lots of fun to make scream"

Az’s hands stilled and he looks up at Tyler, “No. No ‘playing’ with my friends.” He whispers, moving away from the truck.

"Thats not your friend…is it? He is very killable" he grins.

Az looked at him, “Jackie is my friend.” He mutters. This was part of Carmen’s persona that he hated the most. Addiction to toxic relationships.

"Would you miss him if he… dissappeared?" He grins.

Az blinks, “Um. . . Yeah.” He looks at the ground, kicking the toe of his boot into the dirt.

"I dont beleive you, Id rather test that theory" he pulled out his knife.

Az blinks and grabs his arm, “No.”

He glares at Carmen, "im not against hurting you"

Az sighs, “You’re not hurting anyone here, Tyler.” He levels an even look at him.

"Tyler? Im sorry do I look like a Tyler?" He had lost himself at this point.

Az moves forward, his green eyes hard, “Right now, you’re fucking Tyler. Because you’re not going to kill anyone. You’re not going to be Trickster, you’re going to be Tyler.”

"You dont control me" he pulled his arm away. "You are just some kid who thinks they can trick me, guess what, you cant trick the Trickster" he laughed maniacally.

Az payses then then tilts his head, “Fine. Let’s play a game. You seem to like those. If I win, you listen to me for the night, if you win, you get to kill Jackie.”

"Yes, lets play" he had a gleam in his eyes.

“What is. . . My favorite pass-time activity?” He asks, looking at the other, his hand on his hip.

"How many hints do I get?" He tilts his head.

“Three.” He responds.

"Hmm what do you do for a living?" He tapped the knife on his chin.

Az smiles, “I make digital art, and sell it online.”