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Rocker's been looking for a while, he's spent days on the road. His coat has a thin layer of damp dust clinging to its surfaces. A pink bandanna keeps his hair from his face as the bike roars, speeding along dangerously fast.
And yet, it's not rage that mars his face. The gloom has lifted from his features, and one might even dare to say that there was a smile creeping slowly onto his face. The air felt marvellously free, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
The anger that had rules Rocker's life for as long as he could remember was lifting and he was looking for his throng-mate, for Brae, for her help in finding out what his new path should be. Behind him was tin, before him copper - but the road was malleable and could twist any number of ways without breaking. He hoped Brae would help him find the right way - she knows much more about these things than he does.
And yet, it's not rage that mars his face. The gloom has lifted from his features, and one might even dare to say that there was a smile creeping slowly onto his face. The air felt marvellously free, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
The anger that had rules Rocker's life for as long as he could remember was lifting and he was looking for his throng-mate, for Brae, for her help in finding out what his new path should be. Behind him was tin, before him copper - but the road was malleable and could twist any number of ways without breaking. He hoped Brae would help him find the right way - she knows much more about these things than he does.