<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>Demi, Jason, Adriano<hr/><br/>Juliana was lost in her own little space and she wouldn't have had it any other way. Her head bobbed to either side, her hands threw up fists, salutes and pointed fingers to the beat while her core found the bassline. It was not really as majestic in the driver's side of a car but the girl was dancing like no one was watching and even if someone was, who the fuck cares?<br/><br/>She was close enough to the track that she could hear cars whizzing by the starting line. There was a little game Juliana played to try and identify the cars just by the sounds of their engines. The game was a lot easier with more and more familiar faces and vehicles in the races but the handicap of her EDM blaring out her speakers pretty much ensured that there was no chance in hell she was going to guess right.<br/><br/>There was one sound that overtook it all - squealing tires and the sound of metal crunching against something equally as hard - a crash. On any other day, Juliana would have bolted from her car and make her way over to the scene of the crime. Today, however, she was at the back of the pack with her own heat coming up, so she resided with sliding out of her seat and onto the frame of the car door to try and see if she could figure out what had happened from her perch. There was little time to sit and ponder as her the call for the next set of racers to come up to the line was made. Juliana had a problem with being late for anything.<br/><br/>Settling herself back down in her car, the half-Asian started the ignition and slowly crept up to the starting line, avoiding hitting and spectators and to see if she could spy the victim of the crash. In the distance she could make out the bright pink hair of her roommate and her truck, both looking a little worse for wear. Juliana suddenly felt really guilty about not making more of an effort to see if the other girl was okay. Marc being there took the edge off, along with some other kid that looked vaguely familiar to her.<br/><br/>"Whatever. Let's fucking do this." Juliana said to herself, looking on either side of her to find three of her roommates ready to go. Normally at the start of races she'd make faces and dance like an idiot to throw people off their game but normally she doesn't race against people she actually cares about. In lieu of her usual pre-game show, Juliana just thought inwardly, she was going to do her and be completely respectful! Yes.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Heat 4</span></strong></div><br/>Juliana rolled up her windows, though her music still played as loud as it was earlier. There was no singing or dancing going on anymore, though, as she gripped at her steering wheel with her left hand, her right poised on the stick shift. Her eyes stayed forward, not wanting to give any of her rivals a chance to see how she was doing, what she was thinking. Her gaze only averted when a girl in an outfit just slightly more conservative than Demi's strutted out to the starting line. Juliana used this as her cue to set up her playlist again. God forbid it goes silent halfway through the race.<br/><br/>The moment between the girl standing there, raising her hands hands and then lowering them took forever. It was seconds, if even a few, but it felt like ages. When the time finally came, Juliana wasted no time punching the gas. It took her little bit to find her other foot on the clutch but that was all an after thought to just simply going forward. Coming into the first corner, Juliana had to watch her lines, cut into close and come out wide. Her drifting wasn't really up to snuff to try anything fancy and there really wasn't much of an opportunity for her to practice outside of actual races. So far it worked for her.