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</div><br/><b>Name: </b>Ricky Rocket<br/><b>Attire:</b>Blue torn jeans , white t-shirt, Red Flannel with sleeves cut off<br/><b>Location:</b>Band tour vehicle<br/><b>Weapons:</b>Special Mic.<br/><b>Tagging:</b>the band<br/><br/>As he began to pull away and head down the road he watched as the motorcycle pulled away and disappear into the distance up ahead as he thought to himself.  hmm she has no patience . He always wondered why she traveled alone rather then with the others. Looking back to see what the others were doing there was not much going on he looked forward again and turned on the radio with his free hand making sure to turn the volume low a to not bother those who were trying to get some rest. then reaching for the other radio " You guess doing ok back there?" he said to those in the other vehicle.<br/><br/>He honestly couldn't wait to get to the town the were heading towards so he could relax just a tad bit more.<br/><br/>"Who's awake back there anyway" he asked over the radio.