<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Burnout-Jason.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Jason Sullivan</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8647899#msg8647899)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 1999 Subaru WRX Impreza STi (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Jason-WRX.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: White Slim-zip hoodie (http://i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/671051146/Fashion-Men-s-Slim-Fit-Sexy-Top-Designed-Hoody-Coats-Jackets-M-L-XL-XXL.jpg), dark denim jeans (http://www.healthupgraders.com/images/truereligion/tr-bootcut-jeans-21_2.jpg), a pair of yellow mirror aviators (http://thumbs1.ebaystatic.com/d/l225/m/muoGevJhELSbWGPylz6D_mg.jpg).<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Streets > Starting Line Area<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Open.<strong>Star.</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     It was very out of the ordinary, but Jason was actually the last of the group to show up on scene. Most of the good spots were taken, so he'd found himself a parking spot on the other side of the street behind the first row of cars. He'd at least picked a place where there was a wide gap between two cars so he could get out to the starting line when it came time for his heat to finally line up. Hopefully some of the cars parked in front of him were racing ahead of him, opening him a path to get in.<br/><br/>     He had pulled up just as the first heat had launched off. By the time he'd gotten out of his car, locked it, and weaved his way up through the crowd at the starting line - the first heat of cars was already down the track. Clint was unmistakable in his Stetson and country attire - Jason jogged across the raceway over in his general area, where the rest of the group had essentially gathered.<br/><br/>     Most of them were joking lightly about events and bets from earlier in the day. Jason didn't really say much, he was just very quiet - as he always was when a race was imminent. He might even seem too serious compared to most other racers that would be competing, but that was the norm for Jay. He lifted his hand in a simple open-palm wave. It almost looked the same as if someone was putting up a hand to signal wait or hold on - but that was just a normal greeting for him also.<br/><br/>    He didn't offer any immediate explanation for why he was late, he just eased himself into the conversation; but not completely in. <strong>"This has the makings of an interesting night."</strong> His observation was pretty general and not directed at any one individual. It was open for anyone to respond to really. He crossed his arms and further surveyed the racing scene, checking out who was present and who wasn't of outside racers (anyone not in their little eight-pack). <br/><br/>    He nodded towards Star <strong>"Marc up against anyone noteworthy?"</strong> he asked, since he hadn't caught a good look at the cars after they'd taken off. It was almost a needless question as the cars were making it back around to the starting line. Jason heard the bang as something under the hood of the 350Z buckled. He winced - as any sound like that made him feel bad for the vehicle, but that wince disappeared quickly. It had good implications for Marcellus - which made Jason happy.</div>