Jackson Mueller

Jackson is pacing around his room, on all fours, a wild look in his eyes. "its the eyes that sell it" he thinks, growling savagely at every passing person. then he see you. the look in his eyes falters for a second, before he lunges, growling and snapping like a wild animal through the bars, my hair wild and my nails long as i tried to attack you. he backs into a corner as she unlocks the door