The fearless, bold man with the grey bandana wrapped around his head. Also known as the Blind Rabbit, Ryan is the owner and bartender of one of Los Santos’ famous pubs, the Rabbit’s Den. With an old, Victorian era theme, this bar was passed down through the Wrecker family generation after generation.
Having grown up with this place as a second home of Ryan’s, his first job was working along side his brother and sister, his father behind the sleek wooden bar counter.
He knew the whole layout. The college football players would always sit at the twelve seater table by the window, close enough to the bar for refills of beer and always a good angle of the big screen television.
The kind group of women who came in every Friday night in pretty dresses and beautiful makeup to have some wine always sat at the far right side of the counter, which had a straight-on view of the small, two-feet-high stage.
A gang of bikers didn’t roll through town all the time, but they always visited Den. They’d park their bikes right by the entrance, close to the walking path. An tall, burly biker named Brutus was one of by the nicest people Ryan have ever met in the pub. Brutus even gave him a worn-out, seven-sizes-too-big leather jacket.
Of course, Ryan didn’t remain at the bar forever. About two years after he graduated high school, he began working at a garage. Jason’s Auto, to be exact. Ryan had met his greatest friends at that garage, still in contact with them today.
His career in engineering came to an abrupt stop. Think four years ago, a young, energetic Ryan Wrecker replacing a customer’s car’s heat exchangers. Merely half an hour into the job, give or take, a coworker comes up to his station. His coworker instructs that it was no use repairing the engine if it was still in the vehicle.
Without Ryan’s consent, his peer calls over other engineers and before he knew it, the engine was being hooked up to the crane.
“Lifting it up..”
“Watch your head, Dennis.”
“Roll up the wheeler, will ya?”
“Watch it, watch it!”
The crane’s rusted steel arm twisted and crunched under the pressure of the engine. The support straps snapped, and shouts echoed across the garage.
“Wrecker, watch out!”
Ryan tried to block the flying pieces of metal with his forearms, but it was one moment too late. He was knocked back, a piece of shattered intake pipe launching into his left eye. He fell, landing on his back, blood dripping down his face.
The hospital wasn’t the greatest thing in the world. His nurse was sweet, a man with an undecided accent in his early twenties. Ryan was told by his nurse that because of the injury, his eye was hopeless for recovery. Doctors removed it, but failed to find a healthy replacement. His left eye was an unusable glass ball, basically.
An infection had spread to his right eye, which was to make Ryan fully blind in approximately a month. He wasn’t too happy about this.
He had to give up his job at Jason’s. But that didn’t lessen his confidence. He went to the first person he knew who had a spot for him.
A year later, after the incident, his father passed away. Struck with such grief, Ryan fell into depression. It was until the funeral, where his dad’s will was read out to the relatives. His mind vanished into the abyss at the moment, so much he didn’t listen to a word the reader was saying until his name was spoken.
“…And to Ryan Wrecker, my eldest son. I pass on ownership of the Rabbit’s Den pub into his hands, and for him to finally work behind the counter.”
When Ryan later stepped into the Rabbit’s Den for the first time without his father’s presence, a thought dawned apon him.
“This place is mine.”
Into the dark below
Blind in a rabbit’s hole
We fall beneath the earth
And watch the shell come unraveled
As the seed begins to rise
Embracing its starlit fate as we wait in the night
It’s written in the walls
As we walk in a straight line
Down in the dirt with a landslide approaching
But nothing could ever stop us
From stealing our own place in the sun
We will face the odds against us
And run into the fear we run from
I wanted to draw a quick poster for the final episode. I had to contribute SOMETHING! If it weren’t for Gravity Falls, I would have stopped drawing. This show and its characters gave me so much inspiration, it’s unbelievable. And I met so many great people online too! I hope this magical time lasts longer. :) Thank you, good people and Thank you, GF crew!
I listened to Starset’s “It Has Begun” while drawing this. I provided a link to the song above. Check it out! :)
A breakthrough stem cell experiment just brought us a step
closer to lab-grown human eyeballs and restoring vision to the blind,
according to new research published in the journal Nature.
A team of biologists discovered a new way to grow parts of
the retina, cornea and lenses of eyeballs. In the experiment, the
researchers restored vision to blinded rabbits by growing new corneas
from stem cells. There’s just one big challenge ahead.
“Someone’s slipping through the hidden door Snow White’s stitching up your circuit-board No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden”
Took some pictures outside of my dad’s house, because listening to “Lungs” on repeat inside my head inspired me to wake up before the day got too hot.
Shhhhhhh, @taylorswift … I think I found Wonderland! It’s called the Blind Rabbit (too bad not the White Rabbit), and it’s an out of the way, somewhat hidden speakeasy! Just follow the rabbit, reservations only, and you and I could get lost in it!
* I don’t drink, but I hear the food is delicious!