it's not always black and white | Connor

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shrugged, still leaning against the hocky table dizzily. He rubbed at his face. "Whate-ever you want.." He murmured, brushing sweat away. He finally pushed away from his support, looking around, heart racing. He touched at his chest, the flutter making him feel nauseous.
"Y-you play something a-and I'll watch f-for now.."

[tarquin finley ellis]

He paused to look at Connor for a moment, nodding at the words and then glancing back around at all the games that were there. More words and he blinked. "Hmm, okay..." He murmured, then gave a shrug as he went over towards few different games, just looking at them and trying to guess which to try and play. It took him a few minutes to finally settle on trying this one game with one of those fake gun things for the screen, but it didn't take him very long to find that he was completely horrid at it. He was snickering at himself as he walked away and back over to where Connor was. "Anything interesting to you yet?" He asked evenly, gaze going over back over the games, watching a few other people wandering in.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor watched hazily as Quinn played, a weak smile on his lips. Then he looked around and shrugged, pushing away from the wall he was leaning on. Leaning. He felt so unsteady right now.
"Uh.."
He looked around. Reflexes... Sad, how good his reflexes were, and why.
So he took a seat where Quinn had been and put his tokens in. It was sad howwell he could aim a gun, too.

So he did, scorimg up points with ease.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn kept away from the few people that had wandered in, feeling a little bit odd by some of the looks, but he supposed that was bound to happen. He honestly couldn't say who he had known before or any of that. Problematic, but it didn't seem like any of them were going to try to talk to him, at least not right now. Which was good with him, since he couldn't know what they might say to him or how to even respond. Plus, what if he had been mean to any of them, too? It was very possible, considering the type of person he'd been.

His eyes were directed back at Connor when the male pushed away from the wall he'd been leaning on, and watched curiously as the male went to the shooting game and put coins in. His eyes widened a little, a odd little smile curving over his lips as he watched what Connor was doing. The winged male was pretty good at that game. Interesting. He leaned closer, eyeing the screen and the points. "I think this would be the time where I'd ask you to remind me not to piss you off... if I didn't know I'm sure I already have..." He murmured quietly.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor looked up, smirking. "I-it..comes woth being abused a-and working the streets.." He admitted softly, tapping on the screen, rhe high score.
He got up slowly, stumbling a bit before catching himself and looking around.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Check. Do not let Connor around guns. Not that Quinn thought there were many actual guns in the place that could be gotten to, but you never knew. It could happen, considering all the other things that got smuggled in now and again. Still, not something he wanted Connor getting his hands on. Certainly not on a bad trip or something. Quinn had already seen the male threaten some nurse, and that was bad enough. Not a situation Quinn wanted to find himself in the middle of ever again, yet he already knows he's done some pretty bad stuff. Just not anymore.

He hears Connor's words and frowns, but nods anyway. It makes enough sense, though he doesn't like the sound of that kind of life. Sadly, he doesn't remember his own before this place and all that had led up to it, all that it had been. When Connor got up and stumbled around, Quinn stepped slowly after, just waiting for the male to decide on another game or something.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor rubbed at his face. "A-anything else ypu want to do?" He wasn'tbgoing to be picky, he just needed to be doing something, moving his hands, keeping himself distracted. And having time to think wasn't helping that at all.
Some guy brushed against him on accident as he passed and Connor flinched, nearly tripping and falling.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn rolled his shoulders in a little shrug at the question, just glancing at the array of games. There was a lot to pick from, so he supposed he could find one to try out doing. "Um... Maybe I'll try that one over there..." He pointed to what looked like it may be some sort of fighting video game from the outside display of it. Quinn couldn't tell for sure from here, and he was just about to go to it when the guy brushed past Connor. Quinn reacted to the flinching of the male, reaching out when Connor almost tripped and fell.

Helping to keep Connor balanced, he reached up to touch the winged male's face lightly. "You okay?" He asked, eyes searching Connor's for a moment before he simply blinked and jerked back away, frowning before he turned and went towards the game he'd been eyeing before the tripping, jamming a few coins into the machine and started to play it, jabbing at the buttons and controls and attempting to focus on how to play the damned thing.

[connor crayze sykes]

"F-fine," Connor mumbled softly, looking down at the ground but keeping close to Quinn so he wouldn't be bumped again. He watched him play silently, coughing. He covered his mouth, a hand reaching to find balance, landing on some guy, and Connor huffed as he was shoved, falling on his ass with a groan. "F-fuck, sorry.." He growled, not bothering get up.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He had heard the response, but he didn't say anything else, simply going to the game and starting to play it. He noted when Connor started to cough, but didn't move from the game at this point. Of course when Connor was shoved, he looked up with furrowed eyebrows; eyeing first the guy who shoved Conner, then the fallen winged male. He took a breath, not wanting to cause any trouble and just leaned down to help Connor up with a thin lipped frown. Quinn was resisting the sudden tempermental urge to punch the other guy in the face, and it was probably clear by the irritation written all over his face.

Quinn still refrained from doing it, however. He didn't need that kind of trouble. He glanced over at the gmae he was playing, noting the screen. Obviously he'd lost it, since he had walked away, but that was fine. He was doing good, just getting into the hang of it. He could always come back to it later. He looked back at Connor. "Wanna go somewhere else?" He asked, thinking that it was probably best with the arcade getting more people in it. Plus, it would be best not to get into a fight, and Quinn still had a temper, and this was like walking a thin line.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor glared, hands fisted, ready to throw a punch. But he was still coughing, and knew it wouldn't end well today if he did. Maybe if he hadn't been on withdrawal.. And yet still he had ordered more from Ace, owed him money he didn't have... But those were thoughts for another time.
He nodded at Quinn's words. "S-sorry 'bout your game.." He mumbled, shovong at the other guy as he passed. He snarped when his hair was pulled, knocking him aside with his wings before slinking outside.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Yes, there was some worry that Connor might start trying to hit back, and Quinn honestly didn't know how he would deal with that sort of thing. He couldn't be getting into fights, that wouldn't work out well for him right now. But then again, he couldn't just let someone beat on Connor, either. Thankfully the male hadn't thrown a punch after being shoved; though it did look like he wanted to. So the best thing was to get out of the arcade and find another place to be that Quinn hoped would go better then this. Though it hadn't been too bad at first.

He gave a shrug when Connor nodded then spoke about the game. "It's not a big deal. I can try again later. Would rather avoid a fight if I can..." He responded evenly, but of course the words were too soon, as Connor had shoved at the other guy, got his hair pulled and then knocked the guy aside. Quinn tensed, held his ground as Connor slunk outside. He glared at the guy, but the guy's friends pulled him away and Quinn turned and went after Connor with a sigh. He hoped this sort of thing would stop if Connor got clean, though Quinn would be pissed to know the male had ordered more drugs.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor looked up as Quinn came out. He coughed and sighed, shaking his head. Trembling fingers pulled cigarettes out. He was still a year too young, but he didn't care. "Pl-lease? J-just a cigarette?" He beggee. He needed something...he couldn't just quit cold, it felt too much. He was already begging.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn simply looked at Connor with a little frown as he came out, and then he eyed the cigarettes when the male took those out. He blinked at the words, the begging. He rubbed the back of his neck with a little grimace and shrugged. "Yeah, go ahead..." He said with a soft sigh. He supposed that considering everything else, a cigarette would be fine. It was a lot better then the other stuff, and he knew a nicotene addiction would be bad as well. Couple that with Connor's drug withdrawal and it would be difficult to take both at the same time.

So he just waited, offering up a lit fingertip to light the cigarette for Connor. Quinn had been playing around with the fire a little bit to get back into controlling it better, just in case. It was an interesting thing, but he wasn't too overly worried about it so long as it didn't flare up at odd times. He had more important things to put his mind on right now anyway.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor's hands shook as he drew one out and lit it with Quinn's help, trembling fingers bringingit to his lips. He took a slow drag, sighing it out shakily.
He couldn't decide what to do. Swimming could be fun, but he hadn't attempted it with wings. Maybe movies were the best idea at this point. Fr now he just sat down in the grass, gazing around the grounds as he smoked, relaxing a little more.