( [Created] [Rocker] The tree that was )

( [Created] [Rocker] Does he know it's Christmas time at all? )

It made him angry. The choler rose within him, part of him, enflaming his rage. The change in humors brought back memories of Winters - Winters made him like this; it was his fault he felt such rage, such agony ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

{Scrawled on a scrap of paper in Rocker's handwriting}

Elaine
Travels the world,
on her bike shining bright
But she' stuck there
Bike is her soul

The Ghost in Machine
Is not terribly keen
To be left,
To be left alone.

Terrible times
Come from being alone
Trapped, tortured;
 Stuck Forever alone

Hope she finds one
Who will show her
     the world.
She is worthy,
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Rocker cruises down the road, wind licking at his hair, throwing it round his head. The bandana he'd taken helped that. Less hair in his face. More able to see ( Read more... )