<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)<br/><strong>Car:</strong>1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Wearing a pair of high-waisted, black, faux leather shorts (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/v3nso1-l-610x610-shorts-black-leather-short-black-black-shorts-leather-leather-shorts-tanned-high-waisted-short-summer.jpg), a cropped, blue, vest T-shirt with 'GEEK' written on the front in white outlined text, flat, studded boots (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/v3nso1-l-610x610-shorts-black-leather-short-black-black-shorts-leather-leather-shorts-tanned-high-waisted-short-summer.jpg) and a bright blue beanie to match her shirt.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Next to her car parked at the side of the road, a few feet away from the finish line.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Star, OPEN.<br/><hr/><br/>The atmosphere was buzzing and Blake couldn't hide her excitement; her dark eyes were unusually lite up and her lips had an eager smirk playing on them. Her body language was also a little different, she was currently leaning onto the roof of her car, pressed up onto her tiptoes so she could fold her arms across the shiny surface. Her face was turned towards the finish line, where she could briefly see Marcellus and Star conversing, but there were so many people between them that it was hard to keep focused on her housemates. She caught eyes wandering every few occasions, though instead of following the people she was following the cars. Blake loved seeing the different cars but unfortunately nice cars usually lead to some forward asshole looking to impress a girl or five with his motor. She'd met her fair share of assholes in the bar and involving herself in the racing scene also seemed to group her in with<em>those</em>people as well.<br/><br/>Blake let out a small sigh and turned against her car, her feet now flat against the ground as she looked out in front of her. Her hands moved to play with her hair for a moment as her smirk faded, only to lower them quickly after pulling strands over her shoulders. Her tongue darted out for a moment to wet her bottom lip, watching a bright Subaru drive past her with a raised eyebrow. As the car passed, Blake caught something in the corner of her eye and she turned her head to catch Star heading over towards her. She gave raised a hand to give her a friendly wave before the younger girl had made her way over towards her. When Star did reach her destination and opened her mouth to speak, Blake let a small grin pull at her features playfully.<strong>"I think you mean you don't hate me again, Star. Y'know, when I win." Her grin only grew and though there was a hint of seriousness to her, the shorter female was mostly joking; if you couldn't piss around with your opponents, who could you piss around with? <strong>"But really. Good luck. I'm looking forward to racing you."</strong> While the statement was true, Blake couldn't be held responsible for her actions if she lost, though she doubt she would take it out on Star...or at least she'd try not to. Self restraint wasn't one of her stronger points.</strong>