Thread: Monsters Of Rock

Name Ricky Rocket Attire Blue torn jeans , white t-shirt, Red Flannel with sleeves cut off Location Band tour vehicle Weapons Special Mic. Tagging the band Ricky Rocket was glad to be on the road again. The band scene may only be part of the job, a job that hid the real reason the band would come to town but for him it was a way of life. He loved the feeling of being on stage and as he sat back on the way to this town he was thinking about getting up on the stage more then the monster hunt that would follow. It was his way of doing things relaxing and focusing was key for Ricky and it got him in what he referred to as THE ZONE. He sat in his seat thinking about his past, his parents the night he almost died. He craved the stage it made all of that fade just a little bit for him. The crowds the noise the ability to just be himself it was soo important to him. The people back at HQ didn't understand it and had been against the very idea of taking a perfectly good squad and putting them out on a HEAVY METAL circuit. He fought then tooth and nail on it though and they knew it was either let them do it or loose the best men including the ladies in the group when i say men that they had to fight of the evil of the world. His mic. sat beside him in a special case , he hadn't really needed the case it was just something extra to carry that made it even more bulky then it needed to be but it looked cool at the time when he bought it. He had a metal magazine on the table in front of him and a crossword puzzle in his hand . The ride had gotten quite a while back each band member surely going through there own heads about the night to come and the trouble it could bring each going through there own preparations mentally to deal with the things they dealt with. But the silence was deafening to Ricky and it was driving him up a wall. So guys you ready to rock or what!!!! Ricky yelled out breaking the silence. and pounding his hand down on the table in front of him, Picking up a beer off the table and taking a nice big sip killing off the last of the drink. Hey Dani you keep us alive till we get there ok pal. He continued as he yelled up to Dani who was taking his turn driving. He liked to mess around with the younger band mate. looking to the others who sat close to him Got to say he been doing a hell of a job with driving thus far we ain't dead yet so i sure as shit ain't gonna complain. looking out the window there wasn't much to see mostly just open fields Where in the hell is this place anyway i feel like we are heading to meet up with the Children of the Fuckin' corn or some shit man. Alright i know none of us wants to put the thought to it but lets go over it one more time Whats the beast or burden that we have to deal with this evening let's get this conversation in the fuckin' bag so i can go back to thinking about the fuckin' gig man. Ricky was a little on edge it had been about a month since they went to play a show and he was always edgy at the start of a tour , it's funny thinking of the word tour in his head because it had a double meaning when they went on tour as a band it was also pretty much a military style tour as well and it sometimes got the better of him thinking about it. But then he returned to thinking of the day his life was saved. and the Man who had got away. He was never caught the others in the group knew only a little bit about his past and for the moment he was content with that.