<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Star Freyman</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Skintight black leather leggings, loose charcoal and pink Hello Kitty tanktop, black lace-up ankle booties with flat soles, pink bra and panties peeking out<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Side of the road<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John, marcellus<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"No!" Star replied heatedly to Marc's question, at first considering her truck as an extension of herself - and her truck was most certainly not 'okay'.<br/><br/>"You mean<em>you</em>gave me a fucking concussion, right motherfucker?!" she then spat back at John, holding a hand up to the side of her head and feeling her blood pressure rise every time that he dared to open his mouth. She'd have kept laying into him some more if not for Marc putting an arm around her shoulders and guiding her away, back towards the starting line.<br/><br/>"GOD! That was such fucking bullshit, that guy's an idiot! My frame's wrecked, the hell am I supposed to do now?" It would probably be a good long while before Star cooled off. "Aw fuck...and tomorrow's Sunday too, you've got to be kidding..."