<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, Jason, Demi, Adriano, Juliana.<br/><hr/><br/>As Star rested beside her and she felt the taller girl sink an arm over her shoulders, her own arm snaked behind the girls waist, giving her a reassuring squeeze; she was actually shitting herself for this race. Blake raised an eyebrow at Juliana's suggestion to mess with Star in order for her to lose the bet she'd previously made with Clint; there was no way she'd put herself at risk, however. If she one, she was sure as hell going to silently observe how things with that played out, but at the same time she would have to feel a little sorry for her friend. Then she thought that Star was the one who agreed to the bet in the first place and all pity drained from her body. She was sure that if someone ever proposed something like that to her, she'd snap it up with confidence she'd win, even though looking on it from the outside that seemed like a stupid thing to do.<strong>"Well, we'll see how things go I suppose."</strong>Blake tossed Star a playful wink, a grin at her lips. Her eyes darted to the finish line as she watched the first Heat participants race off and she silently wished Marcellus luck with his race; maybe she should have spoken to him before he got going?<br/><br/>The shortest of the group gave a small wave to Adriano, who had joined them; everyone grouping around her car like this made her feel rather popular, powerful, even. As Star scooted away from her to stick to Demi, her arm fell to her side and she fixed her hair briefly, pulling some over her shoulders before adjusting her beanie. The girl spared a quick glance in Demi's direction, rolling her eyes ever so slightly at her and Star's conversation; why did everything have to be so sexual? She didn't understand it whatsoever. Letting out a small sigh, her dark eyes turned to her right for a moment, her gaze now on the car beside her and it's handsome driver. As soon as he caught her gaze, Blake turned back to the group, seeing an equally handsome addition making his way toward them. Jason. As she caught his wave, she raised her own hand in responce before letting it fall back at it's place at her hip. She shifted against her car for a moment, clearing her throat as she greeted him.<strong>"Hey, Jason."</strong><br/><br/>Blake turned her head ever so slightly to glance in Star's direction when she caught the sudden flash of flesh from Demi. She blinked and her expression turned from cheerful to confused in seconds. Then a frown began to contort her features and she turned back to look at Jason to gauge his reaction. Then she looked away entirely, the car beside her somewhat more interesting to her. She really didn't understand Demi, she was surprised the two had decided to room together considering how very different they were. The more irritating thought that pressed to the front of her brain was that she was slightly jealous of the others confidence and more so her breast size.<em>No.</em>She wasn't jealous, not at all. Definitely not. Blake shook her head a little to clarify the fact to herself, her arms locking over her stomach as she debated with herself.