Cirque de L'amour (Connor)

On time as always, Connor didn't even bother to bring a car with him, infact he didn't even own one. He walked all the way here across town, there distance was no bother to him, especially now that he was using the time to try and practice moving at a normal speed. Remembering the conversation with Ai, how she seemed so appalled at his lack of knowledge, but Anneleise was not a loving mentor. When he was finally close to her home, Connor could see the window was open for him as always.

Picking up his pace to a jog, to the normal eye he would seem to vanish as he entered the yard. He did this to make sure that none of the residents would seem him, though it was possible that Robert was still watching. Shaking his head, he scaled the wall as if he were spiderman, being goofy in his acent on purpose. A smile spread on his lips as he hung from the windowsil, watching Merry with a cautious gaze. He had to be sure she was alone, and that he could control his strength. One miscalculation was a broken limb, it was a cruel joke of sorts from his sire, to make him so young and strong with no training.

"Nice shirt." he commented, laughing at her choice playfully. It was obviously a seal of approval. Connor seemed a bit over dressed for a simple fair but he didn't mind. He prefered to stand out a bit, though it wasn't head turning either. It had become some what of a game though to follow his greeting up with the next question, "Trust me?" he asked. The fall was a pretty long one, though it was easy enough for him.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" he asked, raising a brow at her. He had never asked, she had never specified, probably on purpose. All he knew was that he was suppose to be providing the entertainment, she took care of the rest of it, the ticket detail. Where could they possibly be going that needed tickets? A concert? Did she perhaps know what sort of music he was interested in with even asking?

Short order didn't even begin to describe the way Connor always drove. The pedal all the way to the floor, he took corners like he was in an action movie or something. It was a miracle that there were no police either time, not that they would ever catch the man in the car either way. The only thing that he had to consider was Merry, she wasn't considered to be dead, she could still be arrested. Slowing down a bit, Connor followed the GPS to the faire, figuring Merry would be upset if they ended up taking some sort of scenic route detour.

Stepping out of the car, he allowed himself to be dragged along behind Merry. He did his best to hide the fact that he didn't feel like he should be here, out amongst the living. Regardless of it being out in the public eye, there was still so many chances he might hurt someone. On top of that he felt.. weird. There was no way to explain this feeling, it was simply dread. As if something in his life was about to go horribly wrong but he couldn't exactly put his finger on what. Placing his free hand in his pocket, Connor looked about for a moment before pointing to some odd chair lift.

The lift had three rows of chairs and rotated around in a circle, a climb and then a sharp drop. She wanted him to choose, so if that was to be the case he figured he would have the most fun with that one. A Ferris Wheel would have been a bit boring, and a terrible idea. Connor hadn't feed, infact it had been a few days since this feeling of dread started that he stopped. Trapped up there with Merry, they would have been bringing down a corpse with the rotation. The thought shook Connor from his thoughts, he couldn't afford to think like that about her.

"That one will do." he said, walking along beside her. Everyone that passed him made him shiver a bit, his eyes instinctively following them. This would be an exercise in self control, one that was beyond anythng he had ever tried before. "So your cousins are circus performers.. pretty wild childhood with them I imagine.." he said, making conversation.

"Yeah, since in this moment I'm not eating you." he said nonchalantly, the idea of doing such a thing struck a chord. It was almost inevitable tonight, he hadn't eaten in about three days, he was a time bomb. For once the thought that Robert was right crossed his mind, as if the gears were starting to turn and the light clicked on in his head. For once though it didn't make him angry at all, it made sense to him even, that terrified him.

Connor nodded slowly, "Always a good skill to have. People like you tend to find themselves in trouble far too often." he said, though he had no idea what he meant. People like her? Kind, forgiving, what he would consider naive. After Anneliese, he learned that people like that never made it far in a horror story, that it all ended the same way every time. Clenching his fist, he absolutely refused to let it go down that way, on her terms even if she wasn't present to have any sway. There wasn't much to say to her next comment, because all he would have told her is that she shouldn't play with fire.

He scoffed, how long would that take? He was living on borrowed time, he needed more every night. Eventually he would just let himself starve to the point of what.. could they even die? "It's not quite the same. I'm taking loved ones from people at an alarming rate. Who knows how long it could take for me to learn Ai's control methods." he said, she would be able to feel just how badly each life weighed on him. Even the thought of staking himself she would feel in the form of a crushing depression, it felt like he was letting go. He hated that her words made it sound easy, what could she possibly know? He wanted to yell, to scream, and the sad part was he knew she would just take it and feel sorry for him.

"You can't honestly tell me you believe any of what you just said?" he asked, trying to hold back a laugh that threatened to overcome him. "You can justify what I do by saying they -might- be going to some mystical happyland?" he asked, never having been a religious person at all. He felt that they were different, an accident, not something that was meant to exist. That was his opinion though, stating it would do nothing because she would just counter it and send him into a hysterical laugh mostly because he couldn't control his emotions at times.

"Yes, let's do that. Being in this crowd is.. painful." he said, to put it lightly. He almost killed the attendant as they were getting on the ride. "You can hold my hand, if you're scared." he said in a playful taunt, trying to pick up the mood a bit for her as he was definitely killing it.