<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Burnout-Juliana.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Juliana Dang (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645575#msg8645575)</strong><br/><strong>Car: </strong>1998 Acura Integra GSR (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Juliana-GSR.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance: </strong>High-waisted, khaki shorts with a form fitting black tank-top riddled with colourful Star Wars art tucked in, a thin black leather belt, black Converse high tops with white trim and her hair worn straight but tucked into a thin, black headband<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Starting Line<br/><strong>Listening to: </strong>Juliana's Driving Playlist! 1 (http://youtu.be/JKvEUJpAEQc) 2 (http://youtu.be/jFNurBwy2h8) 3 (http://youtu.be/7QODOX7JNLk) 4 (http://youtu.be/49hFJNj32rc) 5 (http://youtu.be/YcWZjx8ICRo) 6 (http://youtu.be/9QGE88dBGVs) 7 (http://youtu.be/mV-HGy_x5Ls) 8 (http://youtu.be/j4adeuiQ__8) 9 (http://youtu.be/KYn9HtoP3vA) 10 (http://youtu.be/gEABPD4wNCg) (EDM ALERT!)<br/><strong>Tags: </strong>Errbody<hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Heat 4</span></strong></div><br/>Juliana was extremely lucky in that she was able to get out and ahead of the pack early enough to avoid any 'confrontation' with the other drivers. Jason was uncharacteristically out of his element and didn't pressure her in the slightest while Adriano and Demi were neck and neck for the majority of the race. Jules never dared look back in her mirrors as she raced in the most important heat in her life. It was all a blur as she shifted and steered on instinct, focusing only on what she was doing. It all worked out for her in the end as she crossed the finish line with very little incident.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Oooooooooooh, fuck." Juliana said with a sigh, finally looking behind her to see where the rest of the racers went. She has happy, truth be told, but was also wary of the potential range of emotions that each and every one of them were going through. As far as she could tell, everyone was in a fairly good mood, if not great or just a little reflective in their most recent loss. Not wanting to be the reason why the group had to stay at the races any longer than they had to, the brunette wheeled her car around and back to the starting line to start the final heat of the night. Finishing that, she got out of her car to find out how Star and the others were doing after her crash.<br/><br/>Her walk was a short one, since most everyone there was watching the races and were right along the impromptu track. Finding Star, Clint and Marcellus amongst the crowd, Juliana had a stupid grin on her face for her win. That was really the only indication that she was pleased about it, though, as she immediately moved on to Star. "You alright, man?" she asked casually, not wanting to force the issue. The physical injuries would take a bit, but knowing the pink-haired beauty, it was the damage to the car that was the most damning. Juliana desperately wanted to go in for a hug, though she had next to no idea how bad the crash was on the other girl. She just did her best sad, sympathetic face.<br/><br/>Soon enough, the call for the last heat came up, leaving Juliana little time to chill and recollect. "Uhh... wish me luck?" was what she left her few roommate with, shooting them two thumbs-up while showing her teeth in a nervous, anxious smile. She wasn't really, but acting out a little made her feel better about leaving to race in heat that the some of the others couldn't.<br/><br/>Sitting in her car, pumping herself up to race for the second time tonight, Juliana looked around for Marcellus at the starting line. This time she was more comfortable with fooling around, dancing and sticking her tongue out at him to remind the both of them that this was what they did for fun. After catching his attention for a little bit, she went on to grip her steering wheel, looking forward to remind him that this is also what they did for money.