Appearance: Tall, with a shaggy mane of curly black hair. He likes to dress like the 80's rockers. Wonder where his nickname came from?
Personality:He's social, likes to talk to people. He loves his rock, though. He's got a hard outershell, and acts a bit like a prick to keep people out of his inner circle. He's scared of letting people get close to him, because of his parents ugly divorce. Really ugly. Let's not talk about it.
Talents:Alice can sing, and he's got the sound of the 80's down pact. He can play electric cuitar, piano, and trumpet.
Extras:Alice has a very active night life. He also has a habit of running from the police. Those two might intertwine.
No less than two seconds after Sammy stops, a black and red challenger peels into the finish line. It has Blue and Red headlights, with a light bar in the grill, and along the dashboard, and on the top of the windshield.
Alice pops the hood and scans the engine, before checking the filter on the air intake.
"Of course. Clogged. Again. Total, bullshit."
He pulls stuff out of the filter, before replacing it and lowering the hood. He has a leather jacket on, and a wild mane of black curly hair that passes his shoulders.
Sam weaves her way through the crowd, towards a stage where someone wearing a white mask and black hoodie is standing with some expensive-lookimg music equipment. they start talking, despite being next to the speakers.
Alex gaped, he had no idea what was going on for a moment, then he noticed it was the damn street racer singing.* "Mother of god... Thats much better than some of the bands i've went to go see..." *He muttered to himself.*
Alice looks at the clock a good while, before he chokes on his eggs. He scrambles to the door, diving through the open window of his car. He turns it on, downshifts, and peels out of the station parking lot, tearing towards school.