Post by gabrielwormwood on Nov 8, 2009 21:48:51 GMT -5
All was silent on this cold night. That was until a huge crashing sound resonated throughout the power plant. Gabriel had kicked the door down eager to find something. He needed metal. The pieces consistency did not matter to him so much as bulk.
He quickly began to rip every piece he could find from everything in sight. The moonlight was his guide. If it shined it was his. He had emptied his bag and set out for this. It would kill time as well as fulfill his current craving to work. Smelting and shaping was his way of letting off steam and winding down. It was the most relaxing thing in the world to him which was odd for how strenuous it looked from afar. It was something that reminded him of a simpler life in a simpler time. Long before he reached the realization of his mortality and the extended shelf life on it.
He was so caught up in his thoughts of what he would make that he was careless in maintaining a low profile. He was almost moving as fast as he could with little effort as he collected. He was truly excited. Not only had he come to a new place but now he could pillage all the resources he pleased. That is until others got to them. For now though this proposition worked out. Seeing as he knew of no power in the city this metal would have gone to waste and eventually rusted if the roof gave in from poor care. In his eyes this would do the material a greater justice.
It was hard to make out some pieces but as he moved from space to space he sometimes hit fallen beams with his foot and reacted to the loud ding with a mumbled curse word and a swift motion. As the bag on his back began to become more cumbersome he knew that his collecting was coming to a close. All that was left at this point was to leave before anyone or anything else could discover his wear abouts.
He quickly began to rip every piece he could find from everything in sight. The moonlight was his guide. If it shined it was his. He had emptied his bag and set out for this. It would kill time as well as fulfill his current craving to work. Smelting and shaping was his way of letting off steam and winding down. It was the most relaxing thing in the world to him which was odd for how strenuous it looked from afar. It was something that reminded him of a simpler life in a simpler time. Long before he reached the realization of his mortality and the extended shelf life on it.
He was so caught up in his thoughts of what he would make that he was careless in maintaining a low profile. He was almost moving as fast as he could with little effort as he collected. He was truly excited. Not only had he come to a new place but now he could pillage all the resources he pleased. That is until others got to them. For now though this proposition worked out. Seeing as he knew of no power in the city this metal would have gone to waste and eventually rusted if the roof gave in from poor care. In his eyes this would do the material a greater justice.
It was hard to make out some pieces but as he moved from space to space he sometimes hit fallen beams with his foot and reacted to the loud ding with a mumbled curse word and a swift motion. As the bag on his back began to become more cumbersome he knew that his collecting was coming to a close. All that was left at this point was to leave before anyone or anything else could discover his wear abouts.