Aaron "Sullivan"
"What the fuck is your problem?""
The former town guard was spun to face his pursuer, to which he only found to be a nuisance. His stare was even colder than just a few moments ago in the guards' post. His eyes pierced like an arrow through Pamela's gaze upon him.
"I said, another apocalypse better be fucking happening, and it seems like it's not," Aaron said. He tried to keep the fluctuation of his voice under control, as if a tiny poke at him would send him bursting in a hellish fury. Pamela wasnt used to the sass of the townspeople anymore it seemed. She stood there, a hand on Aaron's shoulder, in silence for a few moments. Playing "Mom" to Chip has made her softer around the edges...but she needed to toughen up if she was going to get what she needed out of Aaron.
"You continue to speak like that to me and I swear to God you are going to wish the apocalypse was here," Pamela would not let Sully make a child of her. She was ready to toss back whatever he threw at her. She moved her hand from his shoulder, down his arm, and to his hand. She held it gingerly and spoke calmly, "you must tell me what is going on with you. Noah was shot right? You wouldnt be this upset because of just that. I know you, Sully."
"You must tell me..." the words echoed in Aaron's mind. While Pamela went to make a romantic gesture, her resonating authoritative figure detered him. Still, he considered her actions a bit carefully, and considered the words he was about to speak even more so. Finally, he withdrew his hands and stood more straightly.
Pamela expected him to pull his hand away but that did not stop Aaron's miniscule action from having a major effect on her. She tried to keep her face stuck on whatever position it held before so he didnt notice. She knew she was doing a decent job when he continued speaking.
"Hey, I have an idea, since you're so interested in the town's order and all," Aaron proposed; his sarcasm was evident though. And in an instant, that facade of sarcasm was obliterated. "Why don't you go down to the Medhut and make sure that Noah's okay? Because I'm sure that when the town realizes just how much of a blundering dumbfuck he is, the next bullet won't miss. And then we'll see what revolution we have."
Pamela couldnt help but scoff a little at the idea of the town realizing that their leader was indeed a dumbfuck, blundered to add. All humor left when Aaron mentioned another sort of attack on him though. Pamela wondered if Aaron was planning anything but she quickly dropped the thought. Aaron wouldnt...would he? She got the hint though; he wanted her gone. "Thats the best idea I've heard all day," she responded with an equal amount of sarcasm, "My first idea was to ASK THE FUCKING TOWN GUARD what happened, but I guess that was a silly thought. I apologise for being so rational."
"Actually," Aaron replied, his tone going back to the menacing anger he had when he started this conversation, "it is a pretty damn silly idea, considering I just quit." His stare went cold again as he took a step back; there was somewhere else he wanted to be. And he wanted to leave now. So he began to turn and walk, leaving the sight of Pamela Clay behind him.
This town is going to shit, Pamela thought before turn and walk away. She scratched the idea of having Sully adopted Chip with her...it was never going to happen. Pamela decided to take his advice though and go to the Med Hut to unravel this nuisance of a mystery. "Goodbye, Aaron," she spoke, probably too sofly for him to hear. The goodbye meant a lot more than just that one meeting. They were done. They had to be.