<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Burnout-Star.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Star Freyman</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8643940#msg8643940)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 2001 Chevrolet S-10 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Star-S10.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Skintight black leather leggings, loose charcoal and pink Hello Kitty tanktop, black lace-up ankle booties with flat soles, pink bra and panties peeking out<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Around the starting line<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Marcellus, Blake<br/><br/><hr/><br/>While some of the crew were discussing the heat groupings that they'd just found out about upon arriving at the race location, Star was busy trying to scope out who Marcellus would be going up again. She didn't know every single person in Tampa's underground racing scene by name, of course, but she knew at least a large portion of them by their cars, so she checked to see if she was familiar with any of them.<br/><br/>There was a dirty, mostly white Civic EK9 with several body panels in different colors that Star didn't recognize, that one could be anything. Either a total piece of trash or a dangerous sleeper that was all go and no show. Luckily, she at least recognized the other two, so she hurried over to Marcellus' driver side window and knocked for him to roll it down after he'd gotten into position on the starting line. Purposely, she leaned over almost a full ninety degrees and rested her forearms flat on the Prelude's window sill, giving the assembled crowd a little show as the back of her leggings crept down slightly, exposing the top of her pink g-string.<br/><br/>"Yo, listen up. The guy in the mustang is okay, nothing too special, but the guy with the Z is a pussy. Just go aggressive on his ass, he'll back down for sure," Star counseled. The Z that she was referring to was a copper 350Z with an extravagant body kit and somewhat expensive wheels, and she knew that the owner always raced as if he was scared of getting even a slight scratch on it. The mustang was just a boring old 2001, nothing that Marcellus couldn't handle if he was on his game. "Kay, make me proud, don't suck," she added before pushing herself up from the window and giving the door a tap for encouragement.<br/><br/>Star went over to stand next to Blake as she rejoined the others. "I hope you don't hate me again after tonight," she said semi-jokingly as she shot her friend a sideways glance with a faint smile at the corner of her lips.