Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 23:35:43 GMT
There was the sound of dishes and silverware clinking. The sound filled the room as well as the sound of laughter and chatter. The Ark always had a busy cafeteria. It was the busiest hub in all of the space station. Not even the game room had this many people on a daily basis. Today was a special day for the cafeteria. The popular dish on the station was back. It had been a hit in all of the 12 stations. Funny how that worked. Finn stood against a wall watching the room. His brow furrowed in concentration, his arms crossed. His long brown hair falling at his shoulders. His eyes panned across the room from left to right. He was waiting for his moment to strike. For he was the station's mainstay thief and cadaver. He stole to keep himself alive. It was a dark necessity. A necessary evil. But that was something the grown ups didn't understand. They would tell him to get a job, go to class to learn about life skills. Discover a trade. Finn had a trade. It was stealing. He didn't run a charity for his good looks. Well, maybe it was slightly a charity. A charity for his own survival. There was nothing wrong with that. He dipped his head as a pair of guards men strolled past. It was only when they were safety away did he look up. He had to keep his intentions disguised. Key to the art.
He uncrossed his arms and departed from the wall, taking a look over his shoulder. So far nobody had suspected anything. So far so good. He was like the wind. Certain eyes fell on him but nothing out of the ordinary. There was no need to raise any alarms. His own eyes fell on the onlookers but it wasn't held long enough to draw any wary eyes. They looked down pulling back to their meals. It was funny. Just an hour ago he was sitting in a detention cell. He was 18 yet, so the capital punishment wasn't as bad for the likes of him. He was untouched. Tag, you're it, he thought to himself. Then he felt a solid shoulder press into his own. What the hell, man! A tray clattered to the floor spilling its contents to the floor. Finn spun around, wide-eyed. Oh shit, Sorry!, he exclaimed, his hands went up to show surrender. My bad, he kept the gaze of the guards man long enough until the man shook his head and turned around. Finn turned around continuing on his way. He rolled the key card he had just snatched between his fingers. Idiot. Like the wind. Someone was staring straight at him. Finn returned the glare. Their fells back to the table. Probably having realized nobody was going to get spaced. Finn shook his head in disgust. These people were so animalistic. Waiting for someone. Anyone. Someone.
To get chucked out of the airlock. That was their entertainment. He had read about how humanity used to throw pit fights with swords. They even introduced lions and tigers to spice up the fight. Even went so far as to fill the arena with water. People. Finn turned sideways as he slid the card through the reader. He held the handle of the door waiting for the electronic beep. All the while keeping his eyes on the room behind him. When the beep clicked he pushed the door open with his shoulder and entered the stock room for the kitchens. It amazed him why the guards men needed to watch this room. Well, they needed to keep the place safe from him. Keep the station fed so the miscreants and undesirables couldn't steal. Great security, guys. Finn managed to swipe the first wall of security within 30 seconds. He couldn't imagine why people wanted to join these monkeys. He rubbed his hands together as he took a look around the room. From cans, to bottled water, to fruit, fresh vegetables. Even a freezer for the desserts. He had struck a proverbial gold mine. He wouldn't be going hungry for weeks. Then his face furled into a frown. His exit strategy... he didn't have one. Getting in was never a problem. Getting... out. Well. It was like a castle in the sky. He would have to freefall to make his escape. That wasn't going to happen. Finn hated heights. Despised.
Finn was sick of the rules and the people making them. He picked up a can and replaced it back on the shelf. He often wondered what it was like to be on the ground. Must be better than being confined to a cage of steel. What it felt like to have the sun embracing his face, the cool rain kissing his face. The cold wind in his lungs. He had only heard the stories. He made his way along the shelves. Stories of old. Stories of kings and massive keeps. Great wars that almost destroyed entire civilizations. Internal strife. Misery and suffering. Droughts. Earthquakes. Hurricanes. Finn inspected another can. He was nobody. A kid that nobody looked twice at. Nor would they dare even give him the time of day. He had no credibility to his name. No family. No one to care. He was headed straight for.. something. Other times he pondered what would happen if he was deserved of a good ending. But that was a far cry from the truth. At the end of the day he was a thief that preyed off other's hard work. Reform. Learn a skill. Get involved. Finn preferred the word rebel. Rebel against the normal. He wasn't normal. He wasn't even a person without a family. Rules were put in place on the station that asphyxiated the people. FInn's only dream was to show people that the rules could be broken. Nobody should have to leave shackled by words on paper.
An official decree of duty. Whatever.
There came a sound. He wasn't sure if it was inside with him or elsewhere.
cherry1
He uncrossed his arms and departed from the wall, taking a look over his shoulder. So far nobody had suspected anything. So far so good. He was like the wind. Certain eyes fell on him but nothing out of the ordinary. There was no need to raise any alarms. His own eyes fell on the onlookers but it wasn't held long enough to draw any wary eyes. They looked down pulling back to their meals. It was funny. Just an hour ago he was sitting in a detention cell. He was 18 yet, so the capital punishment wasn't as bad for the likes of him. He was untouched. Tag, you're it, he thought to himself. Then he felt a solid shoulder press into his own. What the hell, man! A tray clattered to the floor spilling its contents to the floor. Finn spun around, wide-eyed. Oh shit, Sorry!, he exclaimed, his hands went up to show surrender. My bad, he kept the gaze of the guards man long enough until the man shook his head and turned around. Finn turned around continuing on his way. He rolled the key card he had just snatched between his fingers. Idiot. Like the wind. Someone was staring straight at him. Finn returned the glare. Their fells back to the table. Probably having realized nobody was going to get spaced. Finn shook his head in disgust. These people were so animalistic. Waiting for someone. Anyone. Someone.
To get chucked out of the airlock. That was their entertainment. He had read about how humanity used to throw pit fights with swords. They even introduced lions and tigers to spice up the fight. Even went so far as to fill the arena with water. People. Finn turned sideways as he slid the card through the reader. He held the handle of the door waiting for the electronic beep. All the while keeping his eyes on the room behind him. When the beep clicked he pushed the door open with his shoulder and entered the stock room for the kitchens. It amazed him why the guards men needed to watch this room. Well, they needed to keep the place safe from him. Keep the station fed so the miscreants and undesirables couldn't steal. Great security, guys. Finn managed to swipe the first wall of security within 30 seconds. He couldn't imagine why people wanted to join these monkeys. He rubbed his hands together as he took a look around the room. From cans, to bottled water, to fruit, fresh vegetables. Even a freezer for the desserts. He had struck a proverbial gold mine. He wouldn't be going hungry for weeks. Then his face furled into a frown. His exit strategy... he didn't have one. Getting in was never a problem. Getting... out. Well. It was like a castle in the sky. He would have to freefall to make his escape. That wasn't going to happen. Finn hated heights. Despised.
Finn was sick of the rules and the people making them. He picked up a can and replaced it back on the shelf. He often wondered what it was like to be on the ground. Must be better than being confined to a cage of steel. What it felt like to have the sun embracing his face, the cool rain kissing his face. The cold wind in his lungs. He had only heard the stories. He made his way along the shelves. Stories of old. Stories of kings and massive keeps. Great wars that almost destroyed entire civilizations. Internal strife. Misery and suffering. Droughts. Earthquakes. Hurricanes. Finn inspected another can. He was nobody. A kid that nobody looked twice at. Nor would they dare even give him the time of day. He had no credibility to his name. No family. No one to care. He was headed straight for.. something. Other times he pondered what would happen if he was deserved of a good ending. But that was a far cry from the truth. At the end of the day he was a thief that preyed off other's hard work. Reform. Learn a skill. Get involved. Finn preferred the word rebel. Rebel against the normal. He wasn't normal. He wasn't even a person without a family. Rules were put in place on the station that asphyxiated the people. FInn's only dream was to show people that the rules could be broken. Nobody should have to leave shackled by words on paper.
An official decree of duty. Whatever.
There came a sound. He wasn't sure if it was inside with him or elsewhere.
cherry1
