2008
Central city, Missouri
"Central city!" A glassy eyed bus driver monotones and opens the doors.
The bus's only other occupant opens his eyes, the sudden words had surprised the hooded ten year old and the sound of his flute playing ceased. Breaking his hold on the bus driver's mind.
"Eh what? Where? "
The kid slung his backpack over his back, grabbed about twenty dollars and a handwritten note from his hoodie pocket, and walked to the front of the bus not even bothering to put his flute back in its case. He tossed the money with the note at the man with a quick quiet "thank you". And ran out the door before the man could close them.
Once out the kid pulls down his hood and starts to play the Fall of the Mountain King, well a version of it anyway. His version of it, with his flute, and his harmonics. The bus doors close and the bus drives away.
The red haired teen now puts his flute in its case. And turned up his hearing aids back to his preference of above normal human hearing, put his hood up, obscuring his freckled face, the only thing really giving away the fact that the beanpole-ish boy hadn't hit puberty yet.
The tall boy looks around the bus station for any curious eyes. He sees none and looks at the city map located conveniently to his right. He takes a moment to convert it to his long term memory, he'd taken less time to memorize the Ibert flute concerto. After that he walks a few blocks to the Rogues' hideout entrance behind a dumpster and walks up the stairs to the cots where he just flops down on one. Just gradually falling asleep.
Something he hasn't done in a few weeks
AN
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Hart going Rogue after his dad changes his electives to debate team and stugo instead of band and computer technology. The kid tries to get along with his parents but old money old values and Hartley is the family black sheep for his opinions.
The situation is just a mess
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