<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>:  Open<br/><hr/><br/>Adriano was watching the race quite intently, and by this time he had recognized that it was indeed John in the white car, which only made it all the more interesting. However, Adriano couldn't help but yell out when Star's car took a turn for the worse. "Holy fuck!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. The sight of that crash would be stuck in his mind for a while. He would've run forward to check if Star was okay, but they were already calling his name for the next heat. He saw Marcellus run towards the scene, though, so he let out a satisfied sigh, knowing that at least someone would be going to help her.<br/><br/>Shaking his head clear, or at least attempting to, Adriano made his way to his car, revving the engine a few times before easing his way to the finish line. He looked at the cars next to him, making sure to not look at their drivers. This was his first big race, and he wanted to try and keep his head level so that he could do well.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Heat 4</span></strong></div><br/>As the race finally kicked off, Adriano pushed his car forward at full speed. He quickly leaped out in front of everyone else, but misjudged his acceleration a little before the first turn and had to brake a little more than he had expected, and soon he found himself in the middle of the pack. He could see Juliana ahead of him, and Demi right next to him. As the turns came, Adriano kept the pressure on, though he wasn't able to shake either of the two off.<br/><br/>He was keeping even with the other two, when the turn came where he had just seen a crash moments ago. Maybe it was that sight, maybe he was just being careful, but he took the turn far more slowly than he should have, and as a result was left in the dust by the others. As they reached the straightaway for the first lap, he exclaimed, "Fuck!", noticing just how far back he was, and slammed on the pedal, pushing his car for all he could. He was gaining, but he wasn't sure if he could catch up to the others in time.