Roy's not so sure his LIFE hasn't been some massive induced drug trip, or at least turned into one in the last day and a half since he turned up here, but...Hell with it. He could use something good for once, he thinks, eyeing the packet he's been given with more than a little bit of interest. Sure, Ollie would have killed him for touching the stuff at home, even if he's not exactly the Roy Ollie cares about anymore, and Dinah would be even more livid with him for thinking about it, but...
Fuck if Roy actually cares all that much right now. Sure, he's used to putting guys like this dealer away, but he'd like to forget a couple of things right now, really badly. Which means he's looking for an okay place to figure out how to USE the stuff in the first place. Crush and snort? Because he's NOT happy with the idea of popping something he doesn't exactly understand through his veins, thanks very much. It's not him, or anything. The need for a break though? Oh that's definitely him.
Turning a corner, into what he thought was a side street, he's instead finding things are busier than ever, the packet is very clearly sitting on his palm, visible to anyone, and there's what seems to be a guard heading toward him, gesturing to someone else. Really, the best thing he could do is throw it at them and vanish but...he might still want it, so the next best thing is reaching for one of his arrows, smoke bomb type, and launching it at the ground near the guards, right?
Of course, he's got to get a little more distance between them first, and so he's picking up and running fast as he can, moving to nock the arrow, and slamming backwards into someone heading his way, who he hopes isn't the guard.
"Holy FUCK!" He exclaims, elbows flailing all around the place, maybe hitting someone in the process. "Sorry, this is NOT what I had in mind."
Roy Harper 2.0 (Red Arrow) | Young Justice| 8
Fuck if Roy actually cares all that much right now. Sure, he's used to putting guys like this dealer away, but he'd like to forget a couple of things right now, really badly. Which means he's looking for an okay place to figure out how to USE the stuff in the first place. Crush and snort? Because he's NOT happy with the idea of popping something he doesn't exactly understand through his veins, thanks very much. It's not him, or anything. The need for a break though? Oh that's definitely him.
Turning a corner, into what he thought was a side street, he's instead finding things are busier than ever, the packet is very clearly sitting on his palm, visible to anyone, and there's what seems to be a guard heading toward him, gesturing to someone else. Really, the best thing he could do is throw it at them and vanish but...he might still want it, so the next best thing is reaching for one of his arrows, smoke bomb type, and launching it at the ground near the guards, right?
Of course, he's got to get a little more distance between them first, and so he's picking up and running fast as he can, moving to nock the arrow, and slamming backwards into someone heading his way, who he hopes isn't the guard.
"Holy FUCK!" He exclaims, elbows flailing all around the place, maybe hitting someone in the process. "Sorry, this is NOT what I had in mind."