RON JAKOWSKI

[ indie original character ] [ multiverse / multiship ] [ 8+ years experience ] [ nsfw & disturbing content; enter at own risk ]

You’re scaring me.

" ———Right. Thought so.” And he had to say, this was very weird for him. “So what exactly are you drinking? You don’t…are you making it or something?” An educated guess, from what all he’d seen Ron didn’t look like he even had enough money to waste on cheap beer.

    "Bingo." He held up a nearly-empty jar, what was left was just a bit of semitransparent liquid. "I taught m'self how, too."

“Je–sus, Ronald, you’re such a pussy. Suckin’ the fun outta fuckin’ everything! You fucking fold his legs up then, eh? Since it’s your brilliant fuckin’ idea.”

     "I ain't a pussy, Trevor, I'm jus' usin' logic here! Look--" He hesitantly takes the unconscious (dead?) man's ankles, pushing them up into the trunk briefly before letting go... but they spring right back out. "I.. uh... Let me try again."

New to the Animalia Obscura family.

Mojave Desert, California

"You look dead."

   "Wha's that s'posed t' mean?"

✿ ♕ ❀ —         ❝Oh. Do I? I guess,         maybe you’re right.         I’m very sorry?❞

     "Oh, naw, it's a'right. Um... But maybe I could help ya find whoever it is you is lookin' for?"

    "... Guess it wouldn't hurt. S' not hard, right? I kinda.. ain't in great shape."

" —Ya think so?" No one was probably going to bite him the first place, but of course Ron had to put the idea into his head with the figure of speech. That said, the place he’d been hiding in also happened to be a near dilapidated, salt-encrusted shack just on the coast of the Alamo. A stellar residence for one such as himself, surely. " —Ain’t so bad here though…real quiet like. Better than that place up in Los Santos."

     "I know, but since you been holed up so long it's gotten real quiet out here, too." Honestly, he was just lonely, and any company he might've had was either literally sleeping the day away or working with undivided attention. "So s' jus' me right now."

" —Well, it’s just…" Dennis had never exactly seen Ron intoxicated, had he? At least, maybe outside a few drinks they might have snuck when growing up. "You’ve been drinking, right? Or?"

    "Uh, yyyes. An' then some."