we are the shadows screaming take us now | Connor

[connor crayze sykes]

It wouldn't be a first overdose if one did happen. That was exactly whyConnor's breathing was always off. His usual difficulty in stand, and the paralysis of his right lower arm were all affects of so much drug use. But this was different. This wa his body losing energy and strength because it was starving. "N-no.." He muttered, leaning against Quinn heavily. "I-I was throwing my cup away." He frowned, clearing his throat.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He held Connor close to keep the male standing, hearing the words and nodding. "I see. Fine then." He responded, handing the cup to the male before lifting Connor up in his arms and walking over to the trash can. "Drop it in." He said evenly, though a funny idea had crossed his mind at that point and he was smirking to himself over the idea of dropping Connor in as well. Not that he was going to do that, but the thought was amusing.

Either way, once Connor did throw away the cup, Quinn glanced back at the table they'd been sitting at, then down at the male. "Where should I set you?" He asked, unsure if leaving him in the coffee shop was a good idea if the male couldn't even get two feet in whatever direction. Better to find somewhere else to put him that he could stay for a bit, right?

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor scowled in agitation, tossing the cup and squirming in Quinn's arms, careful not to let his wings drag. "I don't c-care.." He mumbled, realizing the words were prbably a bad idea, giving Quinn the choice of what to do with him. He wrapped an arm around the other male's neck, as terrified of being dropped as he had been before as well. He wasn't afraid of heights, no, he'd just been thrown down too many flights of stairs by his father in his lifetime.

[tarquin finley ellis]

It didn't seem like Connor was very pleased to be lifted up, but at this point Quinn wasn't really thinking about what the male liked or not. He was seriously re-considering bothering about the whole food issue, and he already decided not to care that Connor was doing drugs even though that couldn't be helping the male's failing system. Whatever got Connor through the day, he supposed. Might at least dull some of the pain. Quinn wasn't going to grump over that part, and he did do drugs as well so... also a point, when he had his own smaller problems that could be affected.

When Connor replied as to where Quinn should set him, he thought that one over a little. Put the male back in the mutation ward? The hospital part? It left quite a few choices to be had. Not that Quinn was feeling all that interested in hanging out all day with the sickly winged creature. Who knew what kind of confused shit would be pouring out of Connor's mouth. Quinn didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to go through that anymore. He didn't want to feel. Connor had a nasty habit of forcing that on Quinn. "I can put you in your ward's lounge. Not really up to listening to your confused babbling right now." He said, voice a bit cold as he started walking in that direction.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor huffed. "F-fine with me." He muttered. He would prefer watching tv and resting instead of dealing with other people, anyway. His grip on Quinn didn't loosen though, not chancing that the male might decide to let go. Blue eyes closed, head tucking against Quinn's chest. He was aware of the marks over his body, and guess they were marks Quinn had probably found joy in receiving compared to Connor's own bruises from beingpunished. He swallowed, chest rising and falling shakily. Connor didn't dare argue about Quinn not listening to him, it would only cause more problems and he was too vulnerable.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn heard Connor's mutter, but it wasn't like he honestly cared if it was fine or not. He'd given the male a chance to decide where to be placed, and there hadn't been a preference. Thus, Quinn had decided for him. Anyway, it was a safe enough place, Quinn would imagine. Close enough to Connor's room so the male could eventually stumble back there. If not, when night came, Quinn was going that way anyway, and he'd pick Connor up then and bring him to bed. It all worked out in Quinn's mind. Nothing to it.

There was a sigh, and he looked at the male as he walked, the way Connor's head tucked against his chest. "Do you want me to grab you some more coffee or water to leave with you?" Might as well ask; something to drink was better then nothing, even though food would be better. Still, Quinn wasn't dealing with that arguement. He wasn't in the mood for any of that. Plus, they were almost to the mutation ward lounge anyway. Or one of the two the ward had.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor drew in a faint breath. "J-just water.." The caffeine was causing his to shake more than he had been on an empty stomach. He should try to eat something, at least popcorn. But the thought was unsettling enough to his stomach. He was best dead soon if he didn't get help though.
He stomach grumbled again and he touched at it, biting his lip. He swallowed, but didn't say anything else, too exhausted to try.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He kept walking along, hearing the words and nodding. "Water it is, then." He responded absently, hearing but ignoring the grumbling from Connor's stomach. It was getting to be a normal sound to hear, though the male didn't seem to want to do anything about it, and Quinn wasn't going to even attempt to get Connor to eat anything at this point. The staff had already force-fed him recently anyway, and the male had brusies to show for it. Not something Quinn was pleased about, but it was getting food in Connor's system, so he couldn't complain too much.

Once in the mutation ward, Quinn decided on the lounge and started into it. Challenging eyes glared back at those there who stared. Quinn didn't give a shit if they were judging him, and if they so much as said something mean he'd hit them straight in the mouth for it. He paused near a comfy looking chair and started to set Connor on his feet in front of it. Then Quinn leaned in for a carefully probing kiss. Pulling back after a minute, he turned to go get a bottled water, quickly returning with it and handing it to Connor. "I'll see you later tonight... What time are you figuring on going to sleep?" He asked, wanting to be on time.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor bit his lip at those who stared when they entered. Sure, people with horns, scales, gills, whatever. But they weren't starving to death to the point they were nearly skin and bone.
He was surprised at the kiss, eyes closing absently. He took the water and mumbled a thanks.

"Pr-robably around ten.." He mumbled. He was too exhausted to stay uo longer than he had to. He rubbed at his face, pulling his legs closer and reaching for the remote. "Hey fucker we're watching a show," A clawed male sneered, smacking at his hand. Connor glared. He was usually quick to anger, quick to fight. High school he had been the source of most halway fights. But since getting here, he could barely even stand anymore.

[tarquin finley ellis]

The mutations weren't anything new, no. But no matter what was going on with most of those in this ward, Connor was still pretty freaksome regardless of wings. And yes, it was because the male was starving and covered in both scars and bruises. Quinn ignored those who were in the lounge save for Connor anyway, just making sure the male was able to settle in and had the water. He nodded at the answer of when Connor was going to sleep, just about ready to go. He'd even truned around before he heard the words.

Quinn glanced back just in time to see a clawed hand smacking at Connor's; and his skin prickled with anger. In seconds Quinn was pinning the clawed male to the back of his chair by his throat and glaring him down. "No touching." He snapped coldly. Of course claws were going at his arms, and Quinn was quick to snap one of the guy's wrists, which gave way to a pained howl. Quinn stepped back then, looking around the room challengingly before starting out of the lounge, grabbing a paper towel to wrap over the bloody claw marks over his arm.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor watched the commotion halfheartedly as the guy got up and scampered off. Shrugged, Quinn now retreating, Connor grabbed the remote and changed the channel. A good hour or two passed and he managed to get to the couch once it was empty, sipping at his water and curling up sleepily. He began to doze, listening to the movie playing. As it started to get later, a group started to gether, and Connor gasped as hair was pulled, claws scratching over his cheek. The male had a brace on one wrist and Connor shrank back. Severao people just stared as the guy dragged Connor off the wall. "Your fucking ss of a friend had it coming to you." Connor gagged as he was kicked in the gut.

[tarquin finley ellis]

It was probably a little before ten when he started back towards the mutation ward, having put a bit of gauze over the worst of the claw-marks. It didn't take long for him to get to the ward, but once he got closer to the lounge he'd left Connor in, he noticed the gathering. It did not take long for Quinn to realize what was going down, and he pushed through the crowd in time to catch the tail end of Connot being kicked. There was a cold fury in his gaze as he launched himself at the male, grabbing the guy's head and giving no hesitation before snapping his neck.

Quinn let the body fall, whipping around to stare down anyone else who thought to be brave. The fact that Quinn had gone as far as he did seemed to keep anyone from stepping up at that point, though Quinn figured it was possible someone might try later. Right now, he had other things to do. So he moved, collecting Connor up in his arms and starting for the male's dorm. As he went, he had to process that this might end up with him being stuck back in the restraint room, but he didn't much care over that. Maybe it would keep anyone else from messing with Connor. Once in the male's room, Quinn locked the door and set Connor on the bed, looking over whatever wounds with a grim expression.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor groaned from the floor, gagging as Quinn snapped the guy's neck. He huffed as he was picked up and carried into his room, reaching to wipe blood from his cheek. Just as he was used to picking fights, he had grown used to being beaten on as well, and not just by his father. Connor curled up the moment he was set on the bed, clutching at his aching stomach. Bad place to get hit.
He squirmed and whimpered in pain, wings stretching across the bed as he arched, then reached for the garbage can out of habit, dry heaving.

[tarquin finley ellis]

His mood was quite sour by this point, and seeing the way Connor was squirming and whimpering; then dry heaving made that worse. There were no words at this point, and Quinn moved to get a washcloth and wet it down, moving back and waiting for a moment before going to dab at the blood on the male's cheek. Settling the cloth aside, Quinn reached out to stroke at the wings, trying to calm Connor down and wait to see if this was going to go on for long. There was an annoyed look on his face as he contemplated an option.

Quinn knew he shouldn't, but at this point he might as well, it wasn't like Connor didn't already do a bunch of drugs anyway when the male could get his hands on them. So Quinn dug in his pockets and pulled out a bad with two pills in it, holding one out to Connor with a bland expression. "It's a perk, for pain." He said, though Connor probably had known that just by looking at the thing. At least it was one the of nicer ones that didn't have too much of any kind of binding in it. That was always a plus.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor swallowed, trying to focus on the touch over his wings. When the pill was offered, his blue eyes flickered. But he didn't even hesitate to worry if Quinn was tricking him into getting drugged up. He was desperate to be numbed of pain, took it. Connor fumbled with the last of the water and swallowed the pill down, curling back up on his bed again without another word. If Quinn didn't like him talking, he wouldn't unless he had to.

The shirt he had on had been cut to fit around his wings, too self conscious to always walk around with everything in view. He lifted his shirt, the bruise there from the staff already dark, the area angry with the knew kick as well. Any higher probably would have snapped his ribs.