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The sound of Rob's engine echoed throughout the forest, the two wheeled [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9e/2f/4d/9e2f4dd0aa203af5dd3e8b9d64b23751.jpg]motorcycle[/url]'s gutteral cry audible from well over a mile away. His headphones drowned out the sound thanks to the total lack of caring about his hearing. The deep vocals, heavy riffs and insane drumming overpowered the engines roar after being cranked up to maximum volume. Continuing down the stretch of highway the music stopped and was replaced by the ringing of an incoming phone call. With his phone secured to the fuel tank in front of him he tapped at it to hear his mothers voice. She began mother fussing about him wildly as most mothers did. He didn't say much as she asked the usual barrage of questions teenagers had from their mothers. Have you got this? Have you got that? It was frustrating, even more so seeing as she was the one who insisted on packing his bag for him. [color=crimson]"I'm still on the highway, but i'm just about to turn off."[/color] His voice was frustrated, always seeming to find himself wound up by what he saw as constant interrogation. Inside he knew it was because his mother cared he just found it difficult to deal with sometimes, particularly after the death of his father.

A few minutes after the end of the phone call Rob turned off the highway and headed along the long winding road towards the campsite. The asphalt soon made way for dirt but his bike showed no risk of losing control as its wide, deep tread tyres gripped everything they could. It was a further while before the campsite eventually came into view, the first thing Rob caught sight of was Duncan's car. He always showed off in it, the fact he was still alive was down to sheer luck rather than any particular talent for driving. Rob couldn't say much mind, he had already had his fair share of close calls on his bike thanks to acting like a dick. 

As he rolled up in front of the gathered group the engines roar faded into nothingness as he removed his key. With the stand down he stepped off the bike, somewhat uncomfortably. His rucksack was filled to the brim with clothes and other supplies, pulling down on his shoulders relentlessly. To make the weight that much worse he'd strapped his rifle bag to it but fortunately he managed to keep his balance. He took off his helmet and left it resting on the handlebar of the bike. He pulled his scarf down from over his mouth and raised his sun glasses up onto his head. [color=crimson]"Hey guys what's up?"[/color]