Re: Destiny- Connor's Bunk
Connor breathed in a deep sigh, and tucked another shirt into his duffel bag. The room had a fresher scent to it, probably because Connor had cleaned it out for its next occupant...he didn't intend on being here much longer.
Connor felt the telltale weight on his right leg, and unconsciously put a hand down to the gun sitting in its leg holster. He'd started wearing one pretty much all the time now, after the last "mission". Connor didn't see himself ever not wearing a weapon again.
And that was exactly why he was leaving Destiny.
Destiny's crew was a different bunch, all of them strangely unique and likable enough. Problem was, they lived in situations and environments that were entirely unfamiliar to Connor. Sure, he'd done his fair share of jobs and heists, but in his short short time with Destiny, he'd nearly been killed pulling a heist, lived through (somehow) a Reaver attack, AND had to deal with a gang of cutthroat thieves and bandits led by one of the most despicable men he'd ever seen or heard of.
Connor finished packing his clothing into a duffel bag, and set about checking his electronics case.
It wasn't that he didn't like it on Destiny, it was that Connor felt he couldn't hack it. He didn't want to get anybody killed because he couldn't handle himself in a situation.
He'd done alot of "growing up" on Destiny, but he still wasn't where this crew required him to be. So, for now, Connor would be leaving...
Huh, only three bags? Not too shabby, it meant he could travel light and move quicker.
Connor laughed at himself and stretched a bit.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:01, Mon 04 May 2009.