Nothing But Home

Chris

(Alrighty then, a child! This sure mixes things up! Could he have possibly gotten a piercing somewhere as well?)

14-year-old Chris Maybelle isn't your ordinary child, and he knows that. He was the second child born, and where he lives, that is a huge crime. Not only for the parent, but for the child born. He had learned from the start that only one child, sometimes even none, were allowed on the Ark. It doesn't matter anymore, he's away from the cruel people of the Ark, for the moment at least. He's in a large drop ship, with ninety-nine other kids, or delinquents, as guards called them. He couldn't possibly be a delinquent. Delinquents are kids who purposely break crimes just for the fun of it. And he could tell you a million times, it wasn't fun being born into a world where he wasn't allowed.

A loud, monotone voice projects from the speakers, "Launch in t-minus thirty seconds." And then it starts counting down. Chris can hear and feel the rumble of the engine below, firing up for launch. He questioned a guard about what was going on, and the guard responded with only a grunt. Simply, Chris hasn't the slightest clue about where this ship is going. He ran through his options, and considered that they were being ejected into space to die, but he discarded it. Why would they waste a ship on one hundred nasty teens like them?

As the countdown rears ten, Chris takes a deep breath. Either it's just him, or the whole interior is starting to bake. Beads of sweat begin to manifest on his forehead. "Five, four, three, two, one..."

Chris imagines the voice saying a nonchalant, "blastoff," but knew it wouldn't. As everybody knows, it would be a waste of resources and energy, pretty much everything is on the Ark. Chris begins to imagine what the flight will feel like. He knows what 0 Gs is, but has never felt it. Pretty interesting news, considering he's lived in space his entire life.

There's a large blast and the whole room shifts. A lot of people scream, mostly young girls. What are their crimes? Chris looks around, panicked. Maybe this is a dysfunctional ship, and will explode moments before entering Earth's atmosphere. Wait a second, Earth...maybe they're being sent to Earth!

"Whoa!" A kid exclaims, looking out a window. Chris veers his head around others, trying to see out the window, but can't due to his position. "It's the Ark!" another exclaims. Knowing himself, Chris would have probably went "duh," if he could see what was outside the window. He's only seen the Ark in his textbooks at school, and even then, it had been small diagrams of each of the different space stations and how they had attached together to make the Ark. He had thought it was glue once, and proposed it to his whole class when he was seven, but instead of praise and congratulations, the teacher chastised him for talking during a lesson and he was instructed to sit in the "timeout chair."

A loud static sounds from the different speakers, and a monitor turns on, revealing gray and black fuzz, startling Chris out of his daydreams. The children wait for a moment, waiting for something to happen. "Maybe it's broken?" Somebody suggests. "Maybe it's just supposed to happen." "What if we've been cut off from the Ark!" This leads to a flurry of shouting and fighting. Chris then notices somebody floating through the air. He gasps in astonishment as other people begin to notice it.

"Get back to your seat!" A girl yells, and they guy crosses his arms and begins to float to the girl who said it. "Why should I?" He asks teasingly.

The girl shrugs, "Because, the parachutes will deploy and you'll smash into the ground at more than one hundred miles per hour. It's up to you really."

The boy laughs, "Fine, fine. I'll go back." It's too late though, for three more kids have gotten out of their seats. "You heard the girl, get back to your seats." The guy hisses to them. Only one of them listens, and the other two continue flipping through the air like idiots.

I look around, trying to find something or at least someone that could take my mind off of things. I find my brother. He looks exactly like me, other than the nasty sunburn on his face, possibly from radiation when he overlooked a routine window check, leaving it with a large scar. His name is Felix, and all that Chris knows is that when the guards found out that he was an illegal child, Felix went ballistic and attacked the guards, almost killing one, earning him time in solitary confinement. His mother was floated, and his father, the chief engineer, didn't seem to give two craps about it. His father never visited him even.

He notices his brother staring at someone. He turns to see it's the girl sitting across from him. She has hair as red as blood, and seems to be talking to somebody next to her. He listens to the argument.

"Well I'm sorry that you hate me!" The one next to her exclaims, "But at least I don't have a crap name like Tamashii!"

The one with red hair, Tamashii, glares at her, "Does this not make any sense to you Chrissa? I'm here because of you, and--"

"I'm here because of you!" Chrissa mocks, "Grow up already. If you didn't try to steal some crack for me, we both wouldn't be here! It's bad enough that we had to share cells!"

"It wasn't crack! It was herbs from the garden! If I didn't do so, you'd be dead!"

"Oh, yeah? And mom wouldn't?!" Chrissa yells, gathering everybody's attention. Her cheeks flush red and she looks down.

Tamashii rolls her eyes and scoots as far away from her sister as possible. There's a sudden jolt and a boom, sending the two kids doing acrobatics in the air flying. Gas from the pipes lining the wall and ceiling burst, filling the room with white water vapor. Chris' head bashes against the plastic headrest behind him and he immediately blacks out.

(Hiya! Bramb here! I just wanna give you a little history on this! So, me and a roleplaying friend of mine were thinking up new ideas for a roleplay! I asked her "Do you know what the 100 is?" and being her normal stupid self, she said "No!" So, I found a whole summary on the show and book and gave her the juicy details. Now she's hooked into it. We decided maybe a day into roleplaying it, "Why don't we turn this into a book?!" So I did, I wrote everything that we role played in a handy dandy notebook of mine, and am using it at the moment to write this fine story! Alright, I have better things to do than talk about this bullcrap. Bramb out!)