Thinking Stone [Open]

Geo stepped quietly into the cathedral, he had only been here once before but thought that it would be a good place to think. He wore a black t-shirt with a fur collar jacket over it, and a pair of torn up jeans. His hands were tucked in his jacket pockets and a head phone cord went from his jean pockets to the earbuds he wore. He walked into the cathedral looking around quietly, his foot steps echoed through the cold empty building, his ears filled with Apocalyptica, a classical rock band. It was late afternoon and the sun was setting, the golden sunset accenting the stained glass windows of the building. He remembered the first meeting after he had joined, the day before the break in at fort knox, it all seemed so long ago now.

Geo walked over to the first pew in the back and looked towards the front, at the thrones. He began to think of his new family, the order. They filled the gap that his old human family left when they abandoned him, when he was exiled. He remebered back to his last birthday, during the registration. Abyss took him out for a night of destruction and chaos and Geo feel in love with Mutant Rebelion, he became engulfed in the cause of raising above all the humans and putting them in their place. He remembered the countless times he had here at the sanctuary. All the meaningless girls he had been with, and the ones who ment a little more. His friends, comrades in arms, just the feeling of belonging that the community here brought to here, but also the idea of freedom.

Freedom to do what he wants, have what he wants, come and go when he pleased, and not be tied down to work. He felt more like he was independent then actually in the Order, but the knowledge that he was wanted certainly was heart warming. He sighed deeply and twisted so that he was lying on the pew, staring up at the high ceiling. His past completely engulfing his thoughts.