Clash of The Titans, Part II Who: Angelica and Arlo What: Arlo's back and Angelica wants her damn gun! When: Afternoonish Day 19 Where: Around the camp Rated: R there's gunna be some fighting ahead.
Angelica knew that son of a bitch was back. She'd heard even if she wasn't the most friendly person, she wasn't deaf. She knew the shithead was back, he'd brought meat. She wasn't stupid, honestly, she knew when her gun had gone missing. She knew when she'd left it unattended. That was right around the time that he'd disappeared. Angelica wanted her gun back. Sh wanted it back now. She hadn't actively looked for him yet, but now she figured it was a pretty good time. She looked around camp and finally found him. He was whittling again. Angelica didn't bother with any preamble. She stomped right up to him.
Her red hair was escaping her french braid, wisps of the red curls around her face and her clothes a little dirtier than when she'd arrived. She didn't want to deal with Arlo. She wasn't in the mood to hear him call her names and act like he didn't know what sh was talking about. She knew he'd deny it no matter what. Anyone with half a brain would deny it. Angelica was sure that Arlo had at least half a brain. Her hands calmly at her sides, Angelica marched up to him, standing in front of him, looking down at where he sat. "Where is it?" She asked him in a hard voice, not caring that she was talking down to him. She wanted her gun.
Arlo did not look up. He didn't need to. He could tell when the dumbfuck Yankee bitch was about by a crackle of pure fuck you in the air. He was not in the mood for another fight - not after Clay. He just wanted to fucking relax, was that too much to ask? "Where's what? If you're lookin' for yer head, sweetheart, it's probably jammed pretty far up your ass. Leave me the fuck alone while you dig yourself out."
Angelica glared down at him, and found herself getting even more pissed off by the second. She didn't want to put up with him. That bastard had taken her god damn gun and he had the gumption to deny it. Hell no! Angelica gritted her teeth and her hands went to her hips. She was beyond pissed off. She'd kept her god damn mouth shut for so long, but she wanted her gun back, it didn't belong to this stupid hick! "Funny, fuck you." Angelica said before she bent a little bit, her voice low. "I'm serious, you stupid hick bastard. Give it back before I shove my foot so far up your god damned ass that you'll be licking the bottom." She hissed, being sure that it was between them. No one else in the camp needed to know.
Arlo looked the woman square in the eye with a large degree of belligerence and snorted, his knife still digging into the piece of wood he was working on almost absent mindedly - crafting arrows had kind of become second nature. "Yeah, yeah. You don't frighten me, Red. You lose your favourite hairbrush? I don't have your shit - why the fuck would I want anything of yours? I ain't even been around, or didn't you fucking notice? Too busy whinging?" He really didn't know what she was talking about - why the fuck would she think he had any of her shit?
Angelica didn't look away when he met her eyes. Not for a god damned moment. She wasn't afraid of him anymore than he was her. She was more than tempted to kick that damn knife out of his hand. She knew he might not be afraid of her, but damned if she was going to let him steal her shit. Angelica stayed hunched and rolled her eyes. "Fuck you, I wouldn't be coming after your ass if I wanted a hairbrush." She told him, pointing out the obvious and shaking her head. That was complete and utter bullshit. A lot of people would want a gun in this situation, but Angelica'd be damned if she was going to let anyone have her's. "I know you haven't been around, you stupid dickhead." She told him, knowing that obviously. "It went missing right around the time you disappeared. And, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you bring back an animal? I find it hard to believe that you bagged it without a fucking gun. You're a tough motherfucker, I guess, but you're not that tough." She pointed out, sure that if he had it she'd figure that out real quick.
She'd lost a gun? Wow. That was whole new levels of fucking retarded. "Sweetheart, I didn't even know you had a fucking gun. If I had known, then I probably would've had you hand it over, because obviously you don't know how to take care of the fucking thing - but I wouldn't of stolen it in the fucking night. I wouldn't need to." he snorted again shook his head in disbelief, his tone still gruff but with a patronizing edge to it. "You stupid fucking bitch. You ought to have given that thing to someone with an ounce of intelligence. How the fuck did you even get it in the first place?" And then suddenly, it wasn't funny anymore. Because if she didn't have it - who the fuck did? Arlo turned white very slowly and his eyebrows knitted. This was...very very not good.
Angelica hadn't lost the gun. It'd been stolen. She knew where she'd left it. She knew that people generally didn't fuck with one another's shit here. She hadn't even left the gun alone long, which was exactly why she knew that someone had nabbed the damn thing. "Don't talk down to me, I'm not a fucking sweetheart and we both know it." She ground out before leaning down, further getting into his face, though not too close. "I know how to take care of the gun. It was taken, I didn't leave it unattended for more than a hand full of minutes. It's not lost, someone took the damn thing." She stated clarly. She was extremely tempted to walk away now. She wanted her gun so bad she was seriously contemplating asking someone for help. Having a weapon that had bullets unaccounted for wasn't good. "Yeah, yeah, find some names that I haven't been called. And I know how to handle the gun, I got here with it. Then again, you probably don't know, I'm a cop, so shut the hell up and talk about something you actually know about for once." She muttered standing up at her full height and pacing a little. "If I find out you're lying about that fucking gun...." She trailed off. He didn't have a reason to lie. He thought he was such a Billy Badass that if he had it he would have admited it. He wasn't afraid of her. But damned if she didn't want to be sure. She had to think of how she was going to get it back, how to ferret out the culprit and it sure as hell didn't involve wasting time with Arlo. "And trust me, you think I'm just a woman, but I'm betting I can handle a firearm better than you can." She muttered, pissed off at his chauvinist way of thinking.
Arlo could not bite back his rage. He let the rant that was bubbling inside his chest spill forward, filled with all the venom he could muster underneath his Texan drawl. "Quite the fuckin' cop, ain't you, sugar? More used to writing up parking tickets than dealing with the big boys, 'cuz you obviously left your brain in your other fucking purse when you decided to leave your gun where someone could fucking steal it. There's kids running arund camp, and fuck knows who else....jesus fucking christ. Don't give me your whiny feminist bullshit. I don't see this crap happening with Kenneth, and that guy is armed to the motherfucking teeth. Stick to what you fucking know like plaiting your fucking hair and I'll go talk to people and see if I can't figure out who has your shooter." He just hoped to fuck that it wasn't Clay, because if it was? Bad things would probably be coming his way - like a gunshot wound in the ace while he slept. Or worse, some poor little girl like Payne or Sophie getting a pistol whipping. God fucking forbid, and he wouldn't put theft past that lit He was on his feet and tucking his knife back into his belt as he spoke, wondering who he should go to first - Kenneth or Cross? Where the heck were those guys, anyhow?
Angelica was tired of the fucking ragging that she always seemed to get. She was tired of people. She was tired of these people more specifically. She let out a low growl. "I get it, Angelica's a bad fucking cop and bitch to boot. Oh, she writes fucking parking tickets. Yeah, I know what you think about me, and you're wrong, but I don't feel like fucking correcting you. I left the gun hidden, which means someone went looking for it." She ground out walking away from him a few steps and then turning back angrily. "And kids? I haven't seen any fucking kids, delinquents, maybe. And yeah, Kenneth's shit didn't get taken, big fucking deal. But that gun was my responsibility and you better keep your god damn mouth shut. If people find out there's a gun missing because you're fucking mouth they're going to panic. I'll find my own gun." She had ended up pointing at him sometime during her rant. Honestly she didn't want to deal with his shit. She wanted her gun and she'd honestly thought he'd had it. "Go back to your fucking whittling, I'll take care of my own shit." She ground out. As far as she was concerned she was going to have to go to Kenneth. She knew the gun was stolen. There was no way that there was any other possibility. They had to have been looking for it. There was no way that someone just stumbled acrossed it. Angelica was going to find out who. When she did, she was considering beating them with the damn gun.
"Oh no, darlin', you can't come here and jump down my throat and call me a fucking THIEF and expect I'm just going to forget about it. You fucked up, not me. I don't care about your pissy little excuses. Second you tell me there's a gun around is the second you get me involved." It was true, too. She may see delinquents but Arlo saw kids. Didn't matter how screwy or annoying or fucked up they were - they were kids and they needed him to look after them. So did so many people here, like Rowan (even though he couldn't stand that self-righteous cow), and Helena. She had messed up like all women eventually did and now he was going to have to fucking fix it. "And sweetheart? I'm from Texas, don't think I don't know a thing or two about the danger of firearms. Panicking people are better than dead people. How much d'we really fucking know about this group? You think if we just bide our time and hope your gun shows up it'll all be alright? You won't be thinkin' like that when someone ends up with their brains mashed against a tree. Moron." Arlo was suffering from a distinct case of torn emotions. He was furious at Angelica and very exhasperated - Jesus, how long had she known her gun was missing and she had been keeping it to herself this whole time? How fucking dumb could you be? But on the other hand Arlo was very worried - and a desire to get the whole mess sorted out was keeping him from biting off her head as severely as he'd like to. He sighed and rubbed a hand across his newly-scrubbed face. "Alright. Fuck. Who, apart from me - and accusing me was the second dumbest thing you've done recently - do you think might have your gun?"
Angelica rolled her eyes. Seriously? He was the first person she thought was the thief because he had ran off! And it wasn't his gun, yeah, it was something to worry about, but Angelica would be damned if she wanted him taking care of her problems. Hell, she didn't want him involved at all. "Didn't say forget about it, I said keep your mouth shut and let me take care of it. I can take responsibility for my own mistakes." Angelica stated, blatantly. She knew she had made a mistake. She'd be damned if she would ever do it again once she had it back. She was one of the few that knew how to handle it. She knew how to handle it safely at that. Kenneth was one of the others, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, the grumpy bastard probably knew how to handle a gun too. Angelica was really starting to hate the word 'sweetheart'. "Yeah, well, I'm from New York and I've seen people murdered with less in my line so I know how dangerous it is." Angelica shot back. "You want to scare everyone and back who did take it into a fucking corner?" Angelica asked, rhetorically. She didn't know much about the group, and she hadn't wanted to until now. "No, I don't think it'll fucking show up. I genuinely thought you had the damn thing. Now I know someone else is biding their time, they haven't used it otherwise we all would have heard a gunshot." Angelica said, and she knew that was the truth. She was worried about whoever had hr gun and if it came to her seeing someone with that gun she'd sure as hell step in their way to keep them from shooting someone. She just hoped it wouldn't be that bad. Angelica crossed her arms and sighed, looking into the air a second. "Clay is the other person I'd suspect. And it wasn't dumb to suspect you, dumbass, you disappared." She reminded him. "Clay would be the one I'd think would want to, he's not smart enough to do it without help, though, he'd have used it already." Angelica said, and that's what she honestly thought.
Arlo ignored her tirade against him. It was typical woman stuff and it just pissed him off if he lsitened to it. It was all excuses and fuck-yous and blah blah blah. Why couldn't the dumb whore shut her mouth? But she mentioned Clay - which was a chord that rang very true. "Clay'd be my choice, too. Much smarter to think that little thug has it than me. Fuck, woman, why the hell wouldn't you have asked him about it already? Are your fucking ovaries sapping any intelligence you have in that thick Red head of yours? God damn."
Angelica knew he wasn't listening. Did he ever listen? Probably not. Well, he might listn to his own mouth running, but he definitely didn't listen to anyone else. Rolling her eyes, Angelica nodded. "You think he's going to tell someone if he actually has it? You're fucking crazy. That little bastard wouldn't tell anyone if he had a gun or any sort of weapon. He's a fucking deliquent. The boy's a fucking punk. What's the point in asking if he's going to lie through his teeth?" She asked, tilting her head, it was the truth. "And there's no way he's doing it alone, he's not that smart, boy's dummer than a box of rocks, he would have gotten caught already." She pointed out in a 'duh' tone.
"Caught by who? You? Fucking Cleausau with tits? 'Cause thanks to you, sweetheart, ain't no-one else looking." Arlo sighed, exhasperated, and began to walk away from Angelica and back into camp. He didn't need her girlish whinging any more, her attitude really fucking rubbed him the wrong way. "Look, fuck you and fuck your noise - I'm going to find Kenneth and talk to him about this fucking shit storm you've created. You wanna come? Be my guest. Just don't fucking bitch and moan in my ear all the way while we find him."
"Anyone approaches him about a gun and he's going to deny. And if anyone heard random ass gunshots he would have been caught because I'm pretty sure no one would trust that dumb kid with a gun. Think with more of your brain." Angelica shot off at him, and the second he began to walk away she was on him like white on rice. No way was he taking over her issue. He needed to stand down. "Fuck you and fuck your high horse. I'm going to talk to Kenneth. It's my fault and I need to handle it. So it's more like if you want to come, be my guest, but just for your smart ass comments..." Angelica smirked wide. "I'm going to bitch non-stop, dickhead." She told him clearly, being a tall woman she didn't have any issues with keeping up, and there was no way she was going to lose him. "What's with the hero complex anyway, Tex? Not get the chance to play hero enough at home? Finally getting to live out your fantasies of being more than just a grunt?" Angelica had a whole lot to pull out and spout off with. "And the chauvinistic attitude? Not get breast fed as a kid? Hear that contributes to bitchy ass motherfuckers like you. Or wait! Your first girl broke your heart right? That's why you're a mean son of a bitch. And you keep it up because either way no one is going to like you." She grinned, she was getting more of a kick out of that than she probably should have, her feet moving automatically.
Through gritted teeth Arlo tried to keep his head as he responded. Her words stung, and he didn't want to show it, and he still couldn't forget the venomous hate he felt towards her for her jibes about him beating on his kids. "Keep talking, Red, your childish shit don't bother me to no end. You wanna play games and see who the bigger man is? Guess what. It's me. But right now all I give a fuck about is cleaning up your mess before someone gets their head blown off."