Damn. This temple's empty too. It's the third one he's tried so far in his two weeks on this planet, and he'd by lying if he said it isn't frustrating him. Moving further into the temple despite the fact he's sure he won't find anything, York releases a harsh breath. So far he's found none of these supposedly valuable artifacts he's been hired to find, and he's starting to get just the tiniest bit concerned about what might happen if he comes off this planet completely empty-handed.
He needs the money. Since he'd read about Carolina and Wash shutting down whatever had remained of Project Freelancer, he hasn't had to lay low, which meant he could pick up less discrete jobs. Meaning he's less likely to struggle to get himself necessities for living. Doesn't mean he's remotely well off, but it's been easier to come across cash than before. If he can't deliver on this job, though... Well, he'll be back in that moneyless situation again.
It's occurred to him to try to find Wash and Carolina. A lot. He misses the both of them and it'd be great to see them again. ...But he has no idea where they are at this point. And he hasn't exactly had the means to travel very far unless on a job, so there hasn't been any kind of possibility. It's just been some little fantasy.
"Nothing," he notes to himself under his breath once he's explored every inch of the temple. Great. Glancing at the time on his HUD, York debates whether or not he might be able to make it to the next temple before nightfall, or if he should just call it a day and shelter here for the night. He's in the middle of the decision when he hears the footsteps echoing through the halls. Standing straighter, he freezes up. Shit. He has no idea if he's technically trespassing or not, but he's been running on the assumption that since he's technically here to steal shit, it's probably better to not run into anyone.
Instead of just standing there for whoever it is to find him, York ducks off to hide behind a wall. He stays there, listening for the footsteps to enter the room. Once they do, he chances a glance around the corner, figuring that if he's quick and careful, he might be able to make his way out at some point. This plan drops, however, when he sees the colour of the armour the other person is wearing.
"...Carolina?" The question slips out before he can stop himself. The armour is different, just a bit, but that colour... It's gotta be her, right? He edges out from behind the wall, just staring at her, the possibility of this not being her not even occurring to him. "Jesus."
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He needs the money. Since he'd read about Carolina and Wash shutting down whatever had remained of Project Freelancer, he hasn't had to lay low, which meant he could pick up less discrete jobs. Meaning he's less likely to struggle to get himself necessities for living. Doesn't mean he's remotely well off, but it's been easier to come across cash than before. If he can't deliver on this job, though... Well, he'll be back in that moneyless situation again.
It's occurred to him to try to find Wash and Carolina. A lot. He misses the both of them and it'd be great to see them again. ...But he has no idea where they are at this point. And he hasn't exactly had the means to travel very far unless on a job, so there hasn't been any kind of possibility. It's just been some little fantasy.
"Nothing," he notes to himself under his breath once he's explored every inch of the temple. Great. Glancing at the time on his HUD, York debates whether or not he might be able to make it to the next temple before nightfall, or if he should just call it a day and shelter here for the night. He's in the middle of the decision when he hears the footsteps echoing through the halls. Standing straighter, he freezes up. Shit. He has no idea if he's technically trespassing or not, but he's been running on the assumption that since he's technically here to steal shit, it's probably better to not run into anyone.
Instead of just standing there for whoever it is to find him, York ducks off to hide behind a wall. He stays there, listening for the footsteps to enter the room. Once they do, he chances a glance around the corner, figuring that if he's quick and careful, he might be able to make his way out at some point. This plan drops, however, when he sees the colour of the armour the other person is wearing.
"...Carolina?" The question slips out before he can stop himself. The armour is different, just a bit, but that colour... It's gotta be her, right? He edges out from behind the wall, just staring at her, the possibility of this not being her not even occurring to him. "Jesus."