<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br/><strong>Vehicle</strong>: Dyna Wideglide<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: biker armor<br/><strong>Travel From</strong>: School parking lot<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>: Tristyn's Place<br/>[bTagging:[/b] No one<br/><br/>He had sat upon his bike, willing to go, and waiting patiently for everyone else to be settled in, and ready to go. He knew that Tristyn's place was likely right along the route he intended to take, given the general vicinity in which he had gestured, but he was not sure of exactly where it was, or else he might very well have been headed off already, to scout it out.<br/><br/>When the rest of the vehicles seemed ready to go, he removed the stand from its position, and balanced the bike. He turned the keys in the ignition, and the motorcycle growls to life. He revs up a bit, and when he can see and hear the other cars taking off, he moves to follow alongside.<br/><br/>Usually, he'd have some good music playing; some metal or rock. But today, he played no music, because he wanted to stay even more focused on his surroundings as they drove. With the way the world is, one should, from his perspective, expect trouble.<br/><br/>Although to some degree he was worried over his girlfriend--she had not shown up to school-- he felt certain that she would be alright. She was resilient, and besides, he'd probably get back to his place and find her chilling out on the couch, getting into his gourmet chocolate stash.