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.
*XD- the map leads deep into the woods, as Carlos gets closer, he notccies deep claw and burns marks on the trees and ground…*
*Carlos is so confused and scared by what he’s seeing. He takes out his field knife just in case as he gets closer*
*after abit more walking, Carlos found a ring of strange rocks, no sign of Max yet…*
*Carlos did not like this one bit. He referred to the map to see where he needed to go from there, trying to keep a distance away from the rock ring. Bloodstones were used in Night Vale, so he knew not to even touch a ring of rocks.*
*the map said he was only a few feet away from Max ? is it broken?*
*Carlos frowned and he wandered around, looking behind the trees and bushes for Max. No he wasn’t going into the rock ring.*
*one of the trees had some rope tied to a lower branch? what’s this doing here? oh wait, did the anon say Max was tied up?*
*Carlos scrutinized the rope and went to investigate it.* Max…? Are you anywhere near here, buddy?
*hanging from one of the higher branches hung Max, it doesn’t look like he was moving*
Max! Damn! *Carlos grabbed him and used his knife to cut him down. He quickly lay Max on the ground and made sure there wasn’t anything constricting his breathing.*
*he groaned quietly, there wasn’t anything around his neck that would be constricting…*
Max? Max, can you hear me? *he takes off his labcoat to lie it over Max like a blanket.* C’mon, buddy…
*he jolts awake, panic clear on his face as he pushes himself away*
Max – Max, stop, it’s me! *he takes Max’s shoulders and tries to hold him* Max, it’s okay – I’m here now, buddy.
*a few tears build in his eyes as he wakes up fully, lookikng up at Carlos* C-Carlos, what.. wh-where..?
We’re in the forest, away from any trails. Max, are you hurt?
*XD- the map leads deep into the woods, as Carlos gets closer, he notccies deep claw and burns marks on the trees and ground…*
*Carlos is so confused and scared by what he’s seeing. He takes out his field knife just in case as he gets closer*
*after abit more walking, Carlos found a ring of strange rocks, no sign of Max yet…*
*Carlos did not like this one bit. He referred to the map to see where he needed to go from there, trying to keep a distance away from the rock ring. Bloodstones were used in Night Vale, so he knew not to even touch a ring of rocks.*
*the map said he was only a few feet away from Max ? is it broken?*
*Carlos frowned and he wandered around, looking behind the trees and bushes for Max. No he wasn’t going into the rock ring.*
*one of the trees had some rope tied to a lower branch? what’s this doing here? oh wait, did the anon say Max was tied up?*
*Carlos scrutinized the rope and went to investigate it.* Max…? Are you anywhere near here, buddy?
*hanging from one of the higher branches hung Max, it doesn’t look like he was moving*
Max! Damn! *Carlos grabbed him and used his knife to cut him down. He quickly lay Max on the ground and made sure there wasn’t anything constricting his breathing.*
*he groaned quietly, there wasn’t anything around his neck that would be constricting…*
Max? Max, can you hear me? *he takes off his labcoat to lie it over Max like a blanket.* C’mon, buddy…
*he jolts awake, panic clear on his face as he pushes himself away*
Max – Max, stop, it’s me! *he takes Max’s shoulders and tries to hold him* Max, it’s okay – I’m here now, buddy.
*XD- the map leads deep into the woods, as Carlos gets closer, he notccies deep claw and burns marks on the trees and ground…*
*Carlos is so confused and scared by what he’s seeing. He takes out his field knife just in case as he gets closer*
*after abit more walking, Carlos found a ring of strange rocks, no sign of Max yet…*
*Carlos did not like this one bit. He referred to the map to see where he needed to go from there, trying to keep a distance away from the rock ring. Bloodstones were used in Night Vale, so he knew not to even touch a ring of rocks.*
*the map said he was only a few feet away from Max ? is it broken?*
*Carlos frowned and he wandered around, looking behind the trees and bushes for Max. No he wasn’t going into the rock ring.*
*one of the trees had some rope tied to a lower branch? what’s this doing here? oh wait, did the anon say Max was tied up?*
*Carlos scrutinized the rope and went to investigate it.* Max…? Are you anywhere near here, buddy?
*hanging from one of the higher branches hung Max, it doesn’t look like he was moving*
Max! Damn! *Carlos grabbed him and used his knife to cut him down. He quickly lay Max on the ground and made sure there wasn’t anything constricting his breathing.*
*he groaned quietly, there wasn’t anything around his neck that would be constricting…*
Max? Max, can you hear me? *he takes off his labcoat to lie it over Max like a blanket.* C’mon, buddy…
*XD- the map leads deep into the woods, as Carlos gets closer, he notccies deep claw and burns marks on the trees and ground…*
*Carlos is so confused and scared by what he’s seeing. He takes out his field knife just in case as he gets closer*
*after abit more walking, Carlos found a ring of strange rocks, no sign of Max yet…*
*Carlos did not like this one bit. He referred to the map to see where he needed to go from there, trying to keep a distance away from the rock ring. Bloodstones were used in Night Vale, so he knew not to even touch a ring of rocks.*
*the map said he was only a few feet away from Max ? is it broken?*
*Carlos frowned and he wandered around, looking behind the trees and bushes for Max. No he wasn’t going into the rock ring.*
*one of the trees had some rope tied to a lower branch? what’s this doing here? oh wait, did the anon say Max was tied up?*
*Carlos scrutinized the rope and went to investigate it.* Max…? Are you anywhere near here, buddy?
*hanging from one of the higher branches hung Max, it doesn’t look like he was moving*
Max! Damn! *Carlos grabbed him and used his knife to cut him down. He quickly lay Max on the ground and made sure there wasn’t anything constricting his breathing.*
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