[ RL | Ichisaurus Plot | I'll be here fighting forever ]
Finally, the weekend. This was definitely one of those weeks that Rock was glad for the fact. Considering his current situation with Kain, he was looking forward to the weekend. But one thing that was still eating at him was the fact of what happened to Ichigo. He seemed alright the last time he talked with him...but now everyone was freaking out, and then there was that post with that....thing. Was it really him? He didn't know, but he wanted to know what the hell was going on. And for some reason, he got the feeling that whatever was going on here and now had some connection to it. Either way, he wanted to get to the bottom of it, but nobody was giving him the answers he really needed. Just like everything else.
He walked out of the apartment complex, helmet tucked under his arm. Maybe a ride would help cool him down, think about things. It helped before. But as soon as he had mounted his motorcycle he sensed something...wrong.
"What the hell...?" He frowned, eyes narrowing. This wasn't good. With a barely audible growl, Rock revved the engine, pulling his helmet on before tapping the kickstand up and speeding off. He was always one to trust his instincts, and this time was going to be no different.
He walked out of the apartment complex, helmet tucked under his arm. Maybe a ride would help cool him down, think about things. It helped before. But as soon as he had mounted his motorcycle he sensed something...wrong.
"What the hell...?" He frowned, eyes narrowing. This wasn't good. With a barely audible growl, Rock revved the engine, pulling his helmet on before tapping the kickstand up and speeding off. He was always one to trust his instincts, and this time was going to be no different.