The S.S Delinquent

Chapter 3 & 4

Chapter Three

   "Hey, Tatts" A familiar voice piped up, as she could hear footsteps walking over towards her with those pointy ears.

"Alright, Matchsticks?" Tatts replied, not even bothering to look at him.

"Are you ok?" Matchsticks inquired, casually sliding into the empty chair beside her.

   "I'm just waiting for Pinkie to be released from time out, same old shit" Tatts joked.

"She does seem to have a knack for getting herself in trouble" Matchsticks commented with an amused snort.

"Damn right" Tatts agreed with a sigh. It was one the thing she was most concerned about leaving her best friend in charge when she was gone.

   Matchsticks was a human young offender, he had only been in the Orphanage for just a couple of months. By strange coincidence, they shared the same birthday and were exactly the same age as each other. Which sadly meant that his days were also numbered.

   In their short time imprisoned together they had grown rather close. Tatts wished that they had gotten the chance to know each other earlier, so that they could have spent more time together before they went to their doom.

   Matchsticks had been messing around with some friends in a Fleet Academy classroom, which they should have not have been in at the time. He had accidentally caused a big fire to a rip through the place, it had been totally destroyed.

   Wanting to save their own asses and not take the blame, his so called friends sold him out to the Law Enforcement Officers. Even with being top of his class in the Fleet Academy and with the potential to go on do great things in his career, they still chucked him away to be disposed of.

   Disregard for fire safety on board a space station was highly frowned upon. (hence how he got his nickname) Still it was pretty legendary torching a classroom, some of the younger kids were well impressed and in awe of his crime.

   Matchsticks was quite tall and sporty looking. He was covered in freckles which was very unusual, as most unwanted facial features could be gotten rid of with the beautification technologies that were available to the general population.

   He had messy, dirty blonde hair in desperate need of a cut as it kept getting in his eyes. Which were the most awesome green colour, unlike Tatts had ever seen on a human before. His cheeky grin was infectious, not that he much of a reason to smile anymore.

   Matchsticks seemed like a decent, kind and nice person from what Tatts knew about him. He certainly didn't deserve to be stuck in here with the other young offenders for just one silly mistake. Not that any of the kids in here deserved to be on death row.

   He was currently sporting a puffy, black eye from fighting with The Bad Boyz, from defending Tatts being trash talked about. Luckily, he seemed to have the sense not to join up with the band of idiot bullies.

   As he had only been here a short while and it was not too long before he was due to be disposed of, Matchsticks had been finding it rather difficult to make friends. Especially now the novelty of having an accidental arsonist had worn off.

   "So, have you heard the latest gossip doing the rounds?" Matchsticks asked, obviously craving some half decent conversation. That or he was looking for protection by sitting with the top dog.

"Don't tell me, Squid Boy is pissed off  because the little kids have been drawing dicks on the condensation on his tank again?" Tatts answered with a smirk.