There are better ways to ward off boredom. When we find that gun, you’re not getting it back.
what?! that’s insane! *he crossed his arms*
Max, guns aren’t toys. They’re dangerous weapons that, frankly, children shouldn’t be playing with or even touching.
*he mumbles something, glancing around the firepit*
What was that, Max?
i said i think i left it over there
*Carlos looks to the firepit. With a frown he goes closer to investigate.*
*he followed close behind* it’s either here or by the firewood.. or in a tree
In a tree? Why? *Carlos gently moved at some of the foliage dropped from nearby trees with his foot*
i like to climb and the twins can’t climb, it was the perfect spot for me *he wanders towards the firewood*
Doesn’t look like it’s over here by the fire pit… *he gets down on his hands and knees to peer under the benches to make double-sure*
*there’s a couple water balloons? but not much else* one less place to check i guess.. *looking through the pile of wood*
*confused carlos noises* Water balloons? I thought you were using guns?
*he shrugs* war has many weapons, Carlos, you never know what to expect
How are water balloons weapons? What kind of gunfight was this?
it was- oh i found it! *he smiled widely, moving logs out of the way*
*sighs* Thank god… *he gets up and walks over toward Max*
*he picked it up, it looked.. abit big to by a pistol but also too small to be anything else*
Okay. Lemme see it. *holds out his hand* You shouldn’t just leave these lying around – you need to be responsible for your weapons if you’re going to have them, Max.
Carlos jumped in shock and he stared incredulously at the masked man. “Dude, what the f@$*??“ he asked. “I don’t know who Kate Spade is!” Who the hell – who let this maniac into the bar?? “And I don’t know who would even want to walk a day in Peewee Herman’s shoes.”
Carlos swallowed and scoot his chair away, turning toward the other man defensively. He tried to relax – he couldn’t freak out.
“Look, uh, I’m sorry you’ve had a sh*t day yourself,” he said as carefully as he could. “Uh, but I don’t think property-damage is the answer. I mean, heh… what could a poor little glass have done?” Has someone called the police? He hoped so.
Wade was far more used to that sort of reaction than he probably should be. The screams, the choice words. Neither of those ever really fazed him. So he continued with his finger still held tight to the trigger. Scouting for a target. And at last, he found one. Swiftly knocking the frame from the wall and shattering the glass portrait with a single bullet.
"Was. She kicked the bucket an’ did the slow dance with death, Buzz Killington. Don’t tell me it’s too soon, neither. Been about a week since you first got hit with that truth bomb. Lazy hackin’ writer.“
As the poor guy tried scooting away, Wade slowed the chair to a halt by using his foot as a barricade. Returning the sap’s attempted retreat with a scowl prominent enough to be seen from beneath his mask.
“Nuh-uh, Nells. I don’t like back talk after being swindled out of a hefty 70 grand. So what’s say you line up a few shots to look like Russell Brand, and I’ll Jackson Pollock my own No. 5 outta glass instead of your epidermis.”
‘Writer’? Was Kate Spade a book character? Carlos had no
idea – none at all. “Uh… um… okay.”
Carlos froze in place when he realized his chair wasn’t
going anywhere. He stayed facing the man however, not wanting to let any action
he made go unnoticed. While looking Carlos got an eyeful of just how visually dangerous he appeared to be – the weapons,
the athletic build, the mystery pouches… definitely not a costume. This guy,
whatever he did, was clearly not just some Mandalorian Merc cosplayer, like
Carlos initially thought. God, if only it was a Mandalorian…
“I, uh… shots as in… drinking? Or did you want to continue
with your, um… target practice? B-because, uh… well, I- I’ll help with either.
Whatever you need.” So long as a bullet didn’t hit him. Also, who used people’s names as verbs? He had no idea what the man meant!
Carlos hoped he didn’t have to actually mix drinks – A: he didn’t work here, and B: he was atrocious with
anything to do with anything edible. Chemistry degree or not, he couldn’t prepare
food or drink for the life of him!
Open up a bottle and pour it into a glass though, he could do.
*Iooks at @dedmaxsearchhistory. Not judging or anything – he just wants to see what Max has to say about that.*
((due to annoying-ass circumstances I wasn’t able to respond to this right away, so the timing is kind of weird. Sorry
*he goes to say something but stops* …. yeah, i have no good explaination for this, uhhh….
As in…? Do you have bullets or not?
yyyes…?
And… do you have a gun for these bullets, Max?
*awkward glance away* y-yyyes…
*sighes* Max… it’s very dangerous for you to have a weapon like that. Where is it right now?
i-i know it is, but i know how to use and handle it..! and i-i don’t really remember when it is..
Max… you tell me you know how to handle it, but you don’t know where it is. That’s not handling it well at all. I want you to realize that.
i mean i know how to handle it when i actually have it! but Reid keeps taking it and hiding it..
I wonder why, Max. *he sighs again* Max… you must understand that a gun is really only good for one thing – shooting and killing something. Target shooting could be fun, yeah, but guns were made for hunting and war. It’s something that a kid should not have unsupervised operation of.
i kinda know..! i just-.. *he sighed and frowned, shoving his hand in his pockets and looking away* i-i’m sorry.. y-you’re right…
*nods* Thank you, Max. As soon as you know where that gun is, you get me, okay? For now… can you give me the ammunition?
…. *he pulls that box of ammo out of his pocket and hands it over.. the box feels abit light*
*Carlos opened the box and looked at the ammunition. He realized that some of the slots were empty.* Is there any more, Max?
.. no, that’s all i woke with *he glanced away, still frowning*
*Carlos frowns at this* You sure, Max? You absolutely sure? Is there any in the gun itself?
yeah, but i don’t know where the gun is..
Where’s Reid? We’ll ask him and I’ll get the gun locked up.
uhhh… he’s not… he shouldn’t be around people for abit…
… Uh, Max? Is this more reason that I should get the gun locked away? Because It’s starting to sound like it. Do you know what I mean?
no, Reid may be insane, but he rarely shoots people.. where do you even get a gun locked up? is there a gun prison or something?
‘Rarely’?? Max, that’s very concerning! And I’m not going to tell you where I intend to lock the gun up – I don’t want you trying to look for it.
don’t worry, he only shoots bad people! and Anthony once- and i don’t really care where it is but i keep picturing gun prison and i want to know it’s actually like that or not!
Max, that still doesn’t help me.
And people usually have a locker – like a big heavy safe – for their guns and ammo. Okay?
oh.. well i guess that’s better the mental image of cop guns… plus, you’re not a bad person so Reid will have no reason to shoot you!
… He would consider shooting me?
only if you act mean or attack him.. or swear but that gets a different reaction…
….
Okay, just… Oh my god… what the hell, Max?
i have asking myself that since day one here and i’ve gotten more questions then answers
Let’s just… let’s go get that gun and get it out of your reach. Okay?
*shrugs* alright, best place to start looking would be Reids room, it’s usually there. if not, then there’s a small chance it’s in his bunker
Should we… let Reid know what I intend to do? *there might be SOME reasoning with him, Carlos thinks*
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