I... DETROIT STREETS [DAY]


Ever since getting to Jericho - without his family knowing - York's found a new purpose. Not just roaming the streets of the city looking for new and intriguing things (read: mischief to get into). No, now he had a mission. To listen out for the ongoings of Cyberlife and to help androids that were in need. Especially if they were hurt. York added to his priorities for that one: or if they were actively being hurt. It would put him at risk, but there were just some things he wouldn't stand for anymore. He had been hurt enough by himself with no one to help him. The Stark droid wasn't about to let someone else deal with that same ordeal.

He paused to look into a Cyberlife store. It was brimming with activity, with a few models selling others that were on display. Like fucking appliances. He sneered, wanting nothing more than to go in and liberate all of them. Sisters from a different business mister and brothers from another corporate mother. He may not get along with his own maker, but at least dad never did this to him and his brothers. Showcased like dolls.

He pushes away from the window with a disgusted noise and heads out. Audio input on alert to listen for anything. Maybe there was a supply store nearby for androids. Turning a corner, he leaned against the wall to think. To map out where a store was. If he could get in and nab some supplies, he could get them back to Jericho. And if he didn't...

Well, Tony could afford bail. If the authorities didn't dismantle him first.

A smirk creeping onto his face, York headed back onto the street towards the nearest shop marked on his HUD. It wasn't terribly far, and would work for what he needed. York had his bag strapped across his chest, it would fit some supplies. Not too many or he wouldn't be able to run fast enough. Once he was at the store, he pretended to look through the window, but was instead buying time to map out potential escape routes. Through the alleyway would lose people faster, but had the risk of climbing fences. But he could run through the streets, which would be faster, but the risk this time was people in the way. Hm.

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II... INTERIOR JERICHO [ANYTIME]


He supposed this could be home now. York had never lived in a place quite like... this. So rundown. Abandoned. Overlooked. He supposed the amount of adjectives he could put to describe this old freighter could also be applied to the other androids that lived here. Abandoned and tossed aside like scrap. It boiled York's blood as he sat up on a stack of cargo to watch the others. Technically he didn't have to stay here, but it was better than having his family looming over him. A scowl.

Since York had learned how to swim and arrived, he had tried to be a helpful as he could. Getting funding from Tony on the grounds that it was only being used to help fix androids, getting the supplies through legal (and illegal) means, and fixing up who he could. It hurt his emulated emotions to see others like him in such a state. York would never understand how humans could just... treat androids like this. The scowl turned into a heavy frown before he hopped down from his perch. Leaving the common area where most of the androids stayed, York slammed the door shut behind him before going deeper into the freighter.

There was a room set up for him down here, since no one else really wanted to go too far from the others. York didn't blame them. It was a room filled with a large amount of breakables: dishes, vases, lamps, porcelains, ceramics, broken instruments and other things. On the way, he picked up a bat and pair of safety glasses to put on before heading in. His anger hummed through his body, flowing with the thirium that kept him moving. Existing. Is that all he existed for now? To be angry at the humans that made their lives miserable?

The door was shut behind him and York went at the objects inside. Things broke against the bat hit through them, against the wall they were slammed against, crushed under his foot. Markus wouldn't allow York to take his anger out on the humans outside so he had to do this. This was the only way he could get anything out of his system short of burning the place down. He kept going at it until there was nothing left around him except shards of glinting pieces with his chest heaving with synthetic breath.

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III... RIVERSIDE PARK [EVENING/NIGHT]


It was snowing. Again.

It reminded York of NYC.

It reminded him of nights he'd rather forget.

And yet, he stayed outside, overlooking the water from the swingset. Even in this body, he was a little too big, but he didn't get up. There was a soft layer of snow in his hair and on his shoulders as the android watched the water ripple. There were shallow cuts on his hands and face from his earlier breaking session in Jericho, but York didn't care.

He was still angry.

It was one of those nights where it all felt wrong, it all felt so fucking useless. Another night where it felt like they were getting nowhere with the revolution. York could understand why Markus wanted to take the peaceful route. But it felt like peace wasn't moving them towards their goal. But he kept his mouth shut, even as more androids felt to abuse around them in the city. It made York feel useless. Why was he even here anymore? He should just go back to his home in the city, or hell, even go back to NYC.

Finally brushing the snow out of his hair, York pulled his hood up and slide off of the swing. He sat on the ground and cushioned his face against folded arms on the seat he had just occupied.

A sigh.

York couldn't leave. If it was one thing he could do, it was help get the supplies and funding they needed. Even if he couldn't be useful where he thought it counted, there was that at least.

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