Rules for Dead People - UPDATED (Roles re-opened!)
loganxh for Ronald Downes
Ron is an angry man. Ronald married his high school sweetheart, going in with no experience in relationships at all and stuck only to her. His wife fell down a flight of stairs and died. Ronald then fell into a deep depression and always seemed to carry a chip on his shoulder. Ron is very quick to work in recluse and spitefully remember all sorts of nasty things. Rons lives in regret and but is still in denial that he is the fault of most of his problems. Ron died after having a wooden beam collapse on top of him. He was a fireman, dummy.
Voice: Ron was about 40 when he died. Very gruff and angry, but not mumbly . I want something kinda rugged. Not full sandpaper per se. Ron is more of a grouch than a grump, if that means sense.
(after being confronted by Winston)"I can't catch a break can I? The rain fucked up my roof session yesterday, along with my record player. On top of that, I have a hangover that could make epilepsy look like child's play. So please, give me some space."
(Ron is sitting on the roof, reminiscing about his old friends comments bitterly.)
“It’s been so long, Ron.” Fucking Andrew, getting in my business like we were buddy-buddy. How many wives has Andrew had? None, because Andrew is an idiot. “You’ve been slipping, man.” Those fucking words. It wasn’t just Andrew, it was Lewis, Samuel, Gerald, and even the Chief was saying that shit, all in their own way, of course.
"Hurry up.” Last words a human being said to me before I bit the dust. I remember it so vividly, I wanted to punch Andrew in his smug jaw. Had it not been for me, people would have died. But because of my selflessness. No, because of Andrew , I lost my life.
Fuck I need to go and get another drink.
