<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/Burnout-Adriano.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Adriano Guillermo</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8645147#msg8645147)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 1990 Mercedes-Benz 300SL (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Adriano-300SL.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Dark-green sports shirt with dark blue athletic shorts and gray running shoes.<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Starting line<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Marcellus, Juliana, Star, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Adriano literally ran back in near the starting line, joining the other housemates who were standing around, waiting for the race to start. He had just come in from his pre-race sprint, building up some adrenaline and sweat. He was in his running clothes, which was how he usually raced too. Others wore biker clothing or something more suited to street racing, but not him. Well, not before an important race like this, where he liked to warm up beforehand. Racing was a sport after all, so he wore his sports outfit.<br/><br/>As he joined the group, he reflected on how nice it was to have a group like this to go to at racing events. One that could give tips, as he had seen Star give Marcellus a while ago. That was especially useful to him, since he hadn't been in the racing scene for too long. "You get 'em Marcellus!" he shouted out, as Star walked back from Marcellus' car, since the race was about to start. He noticed the banter going on between Star and Blake, but decided not to intervene, giving how high everyone's intensity level was right now. He did try to lighten the mood, though. "That would be sweet." he said, in response to Juliana's comment, "But not nearly as sweet as having naked pictures of Juliana. Hey Star, if you give me some tips to beat her I'll give you a picture or two." he said, jokingly.<br/><br/>As the race started, he saw Marcellus fly off. "Damn, look at them go." he said, as he watched intently until they all turned out of sight. It was kind of frustrating to not be able to watch the whole thing, as if it was on TV or something. He'd have to settle for waiting to see who came down the finishing straightaway. He didn't think they would have to wait long, though, given how fast they had taken off.