Alistair woke early, as was his custom as an old resident of Open Roads. The hard bed that was what he had slept on for the past two years creaked under the movement of the light weight guitar player that called this room his own. Alistair looked around at the room, now adorned with a few things that he had bought with the few odd bits of money he gathered in free time through his guitar and some dulcet tones from his voice. He smiled a little at the knowledge that his passion was worth some money to some people. He ran his fingers through his hair gently and looked at the mirror that hung next to his closet. Alistair scratched at the jagged scar that went from his left shoulder to his right hip, a reminder that some parts of town weren’t a nice place for kids that ran away. He tossed on a black shirt and a pair of faded grey jeans and grabbed his guitar, leaving the room. He was greeted by a few of the other early risers as he padded softly through the halls. He had to go outside, he felt the need to play his guitar. He stepped outside, the grass of the lawn crisp under bare feet. He smiled at the feeling of it, being awake and knowing he was alive. The tree he sat under had a gnarled root that acted as a perfect natural bench. He sat down and began to strum softly.

[Hider=His Song]
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"
Crushed by an overwhelming weight
A chain on my soul
A weight on my heart
Pristine white against black coal 

I gave my heart
But you were after another
Now I'm not sure
If I can give again

Whispering behind backs
And smiling at faces
The world is full
Of dreadfull liars

Do I have a target on my back?
How many knives
Have been stuck in my back
How many have you stuck there? 

All in all
The world seems pure
But in truth
It's rotten to the core 

LIke an apple
With a worm at Its heart
It is rotten
Glossed over from the start 

We grow to think
For the damn machine
Toiling and working
Till the extreme 

And what's the point
To become a cog?
To become obscure?
No.... 

There is no point
You showed my that
Your holding me back
As I pine away 

My blood is raging
I bare my soul
This is it!
Crimson red against black coal
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[/hider]

Alistair shook his head a little “hmm…a bit too…angry…” his eyebrows furrowed gently and he placed his guitar strap over his shoulder, putting it on his back. He padded back into the facility as the 8:00 am bell rang out. Alistair was hungry, his stomach telling him to go eat even if he didn’t feel like it really. He made his way to the cafeteria, his hand rubbing through his hair as he collected something to eat. He looked around and saw one of the new kids sitting alone. He smiled, knowing he was one of the older residents and was usually looked upon to make people transition easily. He placed his plate down across from her. He sat down and smiled “sup new girl” He held out his hand “Alistair Knight, a pleasure to meet ya”