Title: On Boomsticks, Metal heads and Jak
Character Claimed: Jinx
Rating: R (for Jinx's potty mouth)
Pairings: Um… Jinx/Jak (don't look at me like that)
Set: After Jak 3 (I guess)
Word Count: 499
Note: My first entry to my own 'Fear' drabble challenge. Jinxy's full name is not my creation. It's Demyrie's. I just loved it so much I had to use it. /laughs/ Oh, and I think I may be possessed. /strikes match/ I don't quite feel like myself after writing this. /lights cigar and inhales/ Maybe I'm just paranoid. /shrugs and exhales/ Also, this is my first go at first person POV, so... eh.

The name's Jinx Royce McCorvy. An' I guess I know why yer here. Um… so, yeah, the topic is fear.

So I'm jus' 'pose ta tell ya what I'm afraid of? Give ya something to hold over my head for future reference, eh?

Right.

Eh, I s'pose I'll be a team player this once. An' I ain't repeating myself, so pay attention.

If I hear about this again, I'll kick yer ass. Got it? Good.

As some of you may well know, I used ta be what they call… uh… a heavy for the 'dearly' departed Krew. I like to think of myself as something more…uh… prestigious then that now, however. My talents as of late are being put ta better use.

Yep, 'bout time I got some recognition.

Yer shaking hands with one of Haven City's top agents, sugar. That's right, finally pulled Pyrotechnics Technician. /nods/

Sound fancy, huh? Ha! You'd think so.

Jus' means Red gets to send me into all types of fucked up places and have me fuck 'em up worse. /laughs/

Which brings me to fear numero uno.

I know what yer thinkin'. Something like screwin' up a clicker and blowin' myself ta kingdom come?

/snorts/ Look who yer talking to.

…

Come ta think of it… Ya never can be too careful wit them boom sticks. /nods sagely/

But anyways, I was thinkin' of something a bit more near and dear ta us folks 'round here's hearts.

Metal heads.

In my line of work, skirtin' 'round those ugly bastards is a way of life. So, if yer smart, ya get somebody ta watch ya back when yer eyeball deep in the fuckers and tryin' ta concentrate on not blowin' y'self ta hell.

That's where Pretty boy comes in. Who better ta have watchin' yer ass then the one man army 'imself, eh? Not ta mention, the kid's got a nice one of his own ta look at.

Hey, don't look at me like that.

It ain't like I ain't ventured on the other side of the fence once or twice. /chuckles roughly/

But… /shakes head/

This whole… thing /sigh/ it jus' stinks of potential sufferin' on my part. An' it ain't like I don't keep tellin' myself that. Hey, I ain't no blue ribbon prize. Not like I'm some big boobed broad that'll do anything ta get in the pants of Haven's own wonder boy extraordinaire. That aside, for some fuckin' reason I still ain't quite gettin' the message.

Got some of you kinkier fan girls out there droolin', eh?

/high pitched voice/

"Oh, Jinxy-kin's greatest fear is of the romantical variety. Let's all swoon like the idiots we are an' pet 'is pony-tailed head."

/rolls eyes and snorts/

Anyways, I, like the fuckin' idiot I seem ta have become, jus keep on pushin'. It's only a matter of time before he figures it out. The day's gonna come when one of my more questionable remarks is gonna sink in an'… Then what?